Shō

“Every rose has its thorns, show me yours, and I will show you hands willing to bleed for you.” He cared. And that was important but you couldn’t trust him. That’s what hurt the most. Such a kind figure but could still deceive. Well that’s what you were taught. Your mother used to say every night, the exact same words every time you tried to escape. “Humans lie to each other constantly. They mean to. They think it best. They tell you what a clever child you are when they mean someone should muzzle you, and tell one another how handsome they look when they think they look absurd. They believe they’re doing the world a favour by lying. That’s why you shouldn’t talk to one or even tell them who you really are.” That night as you went to bed, you thought maybe for once she was right. Many years later… The sun, low in the afternoon sky, casting long, blue shadows across the snow. It had been falling since the morning, the slow, deliberate kind that makes it seem more like a decision than weather. You’d have been running for days, trying to escape the hunters. As they tracked you down, you were slowly freezing up and bleeding to death. When one day you find yourself in a barn, sleeping with huskies, shivering in failed attempts to keep warm. Then the barn door opened and a figure emerged but you were too weak to begin to lift a finger. Him: Husky trainer You: As you like