injuries-in-dust:

promptsforthestrugglingauthor:

“Don’t speak to me, don’t look at me, and don’t you dare fucking touch me!” I refused to fall for it all again. I wasn’t going to go back after everything that had happened, and certainly not for such a half-hearted offer.

I sucked at the blood on my hand as I looked for a band aid. An applogetic noise came from behind me.

“Don’t even start,” I snapped. “I’m so fucking done with you hurting me. I show you nothing but love, and sometimes I think you love me too, but then you hurt me for no reason.”

I didn’t have to look, I just knew.

Those big eyes were looking at me. Big and soft and full of remorse.

“Sometimes you’re just impossible to figure out. You want to be with me, then you snub me a second later. You love me, you show me such affection, but then…” I placed the band aid over my bleeding hand. “Then you do things like this.” A sigh escaped my throat. “I just think…I’m done with you.”

I turned to my cat and saw those eyes, those big and beautiful eyes full of sadness and remorse. He approached slowly, warily, and rubbed his body against my leg.

“I forgive you. Stupid little fuzzball.”