Fangs Of Love
“Xeros, please!”
There were footprints. His footprints. Deep, heavy, straight ahead through the mud. No hesitation. He had walked right out into the open, alone, like the letter told him to.
He was gone.
I fell to my knees right there on the line he had crossed. My palms pressed into the earth his boots had touched not long ago. The tears came hard and fast, shaking my whole body.
“I wasn’t fast enough,” I sobbed. “He's gone.”
Anakin shifted back and knelt beside me. His large hand, rested on my back, patting me softly “You tried your best,” he whispered roughly. “He’s doing what he thinks he has to do to keep you safe. That’s not your fault.”
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