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“Humans kill all the time.” “Yeah, but indirectly. By making health insurance too expensive or stubbornly opposing gun control.
The scent is growing into more than just a problem. It invades. It swirls. It travels. It sticks to his nose. It concentrates, sometimes. They rarely touch. When they did, her wrist accidentally brushed against the front of his shirt, and he found himself tearing off the piece of fabric where her smell was most intense. He slipped it in his pocket, and now carries it everywhere. Even as he leaves to avoid her.
“Why are you telling me this?” He is silent for a while, eyes downcast. It’s not until I follow his gaze that I realize he’s staring at our wedding band on his ring finger. “You know what makes Alphas good leaders?” he asks without looking up. “No clue.” He huffs out a laugh. “Neither do I. But at times, there are decisions that feel right, deep in the marrow of my bones.” He wets his lips. “You are one of them.”
Some nights, when he’s walking past her door, he has to whisper to himself: “Keep going.”
It must be tiresome, being a decent person, and I can’t relate. I revel in my moral flexibility.
He wasn’t alone before her. If someone had asked, he wouldn’t have admitted to being unhappy. He had a pack and a sister to see to, things to be passionate about, friends he’d give his life for. He never thought he was missing anything. But now… He’s not sure he deserves the warmth of his current life, but he’ll keep it anyway.