
[size=13pt][glow=black,2,300]❝ maybe i'm a shot in the dark. ❞[/glow][/size]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 450px;][align=center]he felt a strong pounding in his ears as he stared down to the chasms below that harbored a great sense of depth and magnitude. it was also here that apparently several clan cats had commuted suicide, which to him was unfathomable. suicide was something he'd never understand, why would you leave this world behind? sure, things could be shit now but it wasn't as if they'd stay that way and besides, if you had friends or family, you'd hurt them in the process. this idea of killing yourself was fascinating, and his curiosity in it was a bit eerie but it was because of it that he arranged to meet sober here. would it spark up emotions? maybe he was searching for a angle to peer inside or be able to console her or perhaps he just wanted her to...feel. feel bad he was possibly leaving.
would she even care? yes. she'd probably beg him to stay but it was ripping him apart to see her everyday, everyday she wasn't his. he wasn't going to pronounce his love for her, no that wouldn't do. maybe in due time but certainly not at this moment. this moment would just be a...good day. they could talk, take a stroll. just a normal outing for two friends.it was likely that the large snow leopard would throw in a few unexpected questions here and there, ones that would be concealed such as; 'what do you think about maskedpaw?' or 'riverheart had a mate, doesn't he?'
they'd have to be well stitched into their overall conversation for her not to see past the veiled questions or else she could very well grow suspicious. and vi did not want that.
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