Falling Tears

Note: This is an LGBTQ+ short story. To all LGBTQ+ members who are suffering silently, suffering from judgement, suffering from confusion, suffering from depression, suffering from heartbreak.
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Rain plummeted down the cold, icy mountains. A russet cat lay in the cave, staring blankly at the entrance. Their green eyes were cold, icy, distant. They wouldn't have dreamed of staying here, under this shelter with such atrocious conditions. Moss was everywhere, growing wildly, and even though prey was plentiful, the cat felt desolate.
No, they wouldn't have dreamed of this place. They wished that she was here.
The she-cat's presence was calming.
How could anything that is so wrong feel so right?
How could anything that feels so painful be the right way to go?
How could anything that feels so wrong be right?
How are they still alive?
How could a cat wish for this?
It is love, and love is blind.
She was told that love knows no limit.
And yet... love has stopped. Love has ended.
Then they heard a shuffling. Their gaze swiveled to meet a pair of soft blue ones. Those eyes were undoubtedly hers. She gently slid by their side, and everything was alright.
Everything was alright when she gently ran her tongue over their ear, reassuring the russet cat, the swift motion ever so familiar.
Everything was alright when she wrapped her soft tail around them, soothing the russet cat, the feeling of warm fur ever so familiar.
Everything was alright with her by their side.
It was, indeed it was.
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tbc
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