So, this was death. It was warm and sticky... and there were waves of it, washing over Briggan like pain. There was no air to breathe, nor were there any words to speak. There was only the choking in his throat.
Then there was a brilliant light, pure and empty as the sky he'd been able to look up at just minutes before. There were two figures in it, one male and one female and both appearing to be lupine. Briggan focused a bit more on them, and they stepped out of the blinding light. One had a sterling coat like himself, the other had white fur. He couldn't see their eyes nor could he make out most of their faces, but he didn't need to. He knew exactly who they were. His parents.
He didn't need to see their faces to know they were looking at him in pity. They'd always had that look when they looked at him, especially after his sister's accident.
"We haven't forgotten about you, son." his father said, his soft voice falling upon Briggan's ears for the first time in several years made him nearly buckle.
"We're going to come back for you, hon." his mother agreed.
Briggan could only manage one word, and as he said it he saw their shock.
"Liars."
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Never Too Late
General FictionBriggan wasn't somebody that wanted friends. He'd been alone for as long as he could remember, and he wouldn't mind it if he stayed that way for the rest of his days. Or, at least, he would've... had someone not began meddling in his life. Now, ever...
