[He leans forward and she starts to twist her fingers into the fabric of his shirt, as if that would stop him. As if she could really keep him from moving away. Sometimes cats have to leave-that's how it is. It doesn't stop her from tightening the grip she has on him, for a moment, the same way she would desperately hold onto the stray cats that would want to leave, no matter how lonely she felt.
She doesn't feel lonely now-not with him by her side and knowing he understands her words with a clarity he didn't earlier. But she wants him to stay. Knows he can't stay and lets her fingers loosen in time for him to twist and drag into-
Safety. Warmth. There's a flash of tiny, grateful smile before she hides again, face pressing against the front of his shirt, arms wrapping around his body to keep him in place.
This way, she can hear the beat of his pretty heart.
She can listen to the quiet pounding as she settles into the side of this cat's body. She wants to keep him warm too. Hopes she's managing in a way she knows she can't-knows she can't offer him the same feeling of comfort he's giving her, but she's trying all the same.
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She doesn't feel lonely now-not with him by her side and knowing he understands her words with a clarity he didn't earlier. But she wants him to stay. Knows he can't stay and lets her fingers loosen in time for him to twist and drag into-
Safety. Warmth. There's a flash of tiny, grateful smile before she hides again, face pressing against the front of his shirt, arms wrapping around his body to keep him in place.
This way, she can hear the beat of his pretty heart.
She can listen to the quiet pounding as she settles into the side of this cat's body. She wants to keep him warm too. Hopes she's managing in a way she knows she can't-knows she can't offer him the same feeling of comfort he's giving her, but she's trying all the same.
He's staying with her and that's all she needs.]