They sit in front on me, unknown to them that Im right there. Tears grow in my eyes and streak down my face. How could he? With her too... They keep kissing. So happy, the type of happiness you know isn't superficial. Was our love superficial?
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Our lips touch and I lean in. His hand on my neck pulling me in. It seemed so true and real. This couldn't have been fake. Could it?
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Yelling at him. Tears streaming down my face and he sits there, messing with his hair. My long feathered earing dangles from my long silky ears and I take it out and throw it at him. Still yelling.
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A box. Tied with velvet ribbons and neat rapping paper. He gives one of those cute little smiles and I smile back. I opened the box carefully and pulled off the top from another smallish box. Inside a long smooth red feather lays, attacked to an earing base. I look back up at him smiling, my jaw dropped to the floor an I kiss his cheek.
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I fight his strong arms and he frowns and strains to hold me still. My arms are pinned and I slash at him, cutting him. I scream but he keeps dragging me. I try and close my eyes, I don't wanna see it. I don't wanna see me. He forces me still and makes me open my eyes. In the mirror, I see myself. The first time in years. I start crying. My fur was a dark, natural red, Tipped with black and bright green eyes, bloodshot from crying. On my arms I see the scars and cuts. My hair is strangely straight and It has turned black in a few places since the last time I've seen myself. I feel limp in his arms. I collapse crying. How could I look so ugly?
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Him. Just him. Sitting there with his dark blue and white fur shinning in the light. He turns to me and says "do you know how I know how to never start fights?" I nod my head no and my ears flick. "the enemy is the one trying to hurt you. Remember that for me."
I flash into consciousness and I see Him there, beside me.
