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Originally Posted by BILL.
What a joke.
If Falcondive was younger and foolish, maybe he would have believed her.. but it all felt like false reassurances after the last time she acted remorseful toward him.
No, he would not believe her. Icestar was more of a constant in his life-- as much as he despised the black she-cat-- and that.. said a lot. "No, you have not." His voice was a shaky growl, his pelt bristling. "Stop that. Stop lying to me. You never cared. Not after that first time-"
It was like being hit in the chest with a brick, struggling to convey how he was feeling after all those moments of isolation and loneliness. Hatred. "You should have just left me outside of camp to die. At least I would have been with cats who actually gave a damn about me! They died because of this stupid Clan and no one batted an eye. No one cared when they went missing. Not you, not the others.." he sucked in a short hiss. ".. they left me alone.. I have never been anything but alone. And you have always been more focused on yourself to care to see beyond that."
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Hailstorm was at a loss for words. Was there really nothing she could do to mend things between them? It was all her fault, and she knew it. She had let him down, and no excuse in the world could heal that. After frowning at her paws for a long moment, she padded forward.
She didn't say a word. Just stood close to Falcondive and rested her head on his shoulder in an embrace. Flames of self-hatred flickered in her chest, wishing that things could be different. That she could start over.