@nicholaspwilde  |  cont.
âIt can waitâ An instinctive response, the words escaping her mouth with a speed she didnât meant but with no less determination that she would had wished. The bunny could felt the warm liquid escaping her paw, and even when pain came in faded waves -yet more frequent by every minute, she didnât even considered on allowing him to get around her after the evasive answers and the lack of emotions with which he had directed to her, almost⊠almost as if he wasnât himself in that moment.
Silence fell upon them, and for a moment, no more than the passing cars outside and their rhythmical breathing were all what seemed to be alive in that scene paralyzed in time. She saw him, closely, and wondered about the animal she had known and that by no means was the one that was standing in front of her. Emotionless, cold. No, this wasnât her Nick, and she wasnât going to stop until she had him back.
âIâm going to ask again and I really hope I can get an answer this time: What. happened. to youâ
<p>He sighed - really more out of habit than anything - at her words and actions. Of course it did not mean he didn't find it <i>endearing</i> that she was so stubbornly concerned about him. Would he be, if the roles were reversed? <p>Maybe. <p>But that neither here nor there. It was in the past and he'd been careless. Had made a mess, nothing more. <b>"Carrots... Judy do we really have to do this? Can't it wait until after tonight; we've been planning this for so long and I want to enjoy this..."</b> <p>He bent down to inspect her paw, fully intending to brush past this conversation - bury it down and never even mention it in passing - and to take care of his bunny.
