Guilt

Guilt is a drabble by A FANDOM User

Guilt is not something one forgets, no matter how many times you have experienced it.

She finds herself awake at times she shouldn’t be more often than not. She perches on a rockat midnight, listening to wolves howl. Wolves are pack creatures, surprisingly,; she had always of them as solitary, creatures of the shadows and the moon. But then again, she had been wrong about herself. Memories flash, they are as colorful as the day she saw them and just as vivid. Wave, her pelt glittering as her sleekfigure darted across the cliff, never to be seen again. Watching the expression on Fox’s face turn from confusion, to horror, to disgust. Sun closing her eyes and looking away. Willow. The fire in Winter’s eyes, burning brighter with each passing breath. The fumes choke you until stars dance in your vision, teetering just out of sight. You try to grab them, and you never do. Cypress, elegant in a way swans never could be. She is a fairytale, an illusion of honey and holly berry. The only one left, and the only one who remembered like no one else did. Willow again, looking only hurt. She closes her eyes, not wishing to see more. She knew what came afterwards, and did not wish to see it again. Such is the way of fate.