"...There is no need to be worried.
I don't care about other, so other shall not care about me...”
”oh...I see..”
The doe turned away with a heavy heart. She didn’t know rather to be hurt or angry. It was a new overwhelming feeling to her. How one sentence, one small phrase could sting her heart so much. She walked a few steps and glanced over her shoulder. He was still standing there. Something needed to be said, and it was she who must say it. Fear had held her back for a long time, the fear of losing him forever. The fear of making him angry, but things had changed..Or at least she thought they had. ” I shouldn’t be afraid to speak anymore.” she thought to herself. ”No..no more.” she turned to face him, casting her cold yellow eyes into his empty ones. “You know... her voice broke, and she dropped her gaze. She couldn’t look at him. It hurt to much.
”Asking me to not worry..... not to care about you..I..Is like.. me asking you to stop collecting masks!!...It will NEVER happen!”....”.Look…. I don’t care if you care nothing for me.....I DO care about you!”
She turned away again..she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. She dropped her head. “And there is nothing that will change that....Good day Collector.”
A tear made its way down her nose. No she couldn’t let him see her cry. Only “worthless” cry, but perhaps that’s what she was.
She ran away as fast as her legs could carry her. She ran into the old oak, and fell to the ground sobbing loudly. “Damn, what have I done?!” “He had enough on his mind..and now I have ran my foolish mouth...I never know when to shut up.”
She was to tired and sad to cry anymore. What good did it do anyway? What did telling him that even do? “He said he didn’t care for anyone..why would he care about what I said?”
The old oaks sweat hum filled her ears, and lulled her into a deep sleep.