[~Ash Wolf~]

Written by me - booklover789
Apollo finished the final touches on his drawing. He'd been working on it all day long, and was rather proud of how it looked. With a smile on his lips, he sauntered over to his mate. "Hey, Ash - what do you think of my fabulous drawing?" He plopped the sheet of paper in her paws.
She adjusted her hat, sighed, and shook her head. "It's not very good."
He frowned. "What did you say?"
"It's awful. Horrible. Trash it, dear."
He blinked in shock. "WHAT?! You love my drawing! What are you talking about, 'It's not very good, it's horrible, and trash'?"
She shrugged. "It's awful. What is it even supposed to be?"
"I can't believe you're acting like this," he sputtered out. "Ash, I thought you LOVED my artwork. Remember when I made you that macaroni art for your birthday?"
"I threw it out a month after you gave it to me."
His face registered anger and shock before he realized his emotions had already caught up to his facial expressions. "Are you telling me that you've never liked my art? Why do I even bother wasting paper for you, then?" he huffed.
She shrugged. "That's what I'm trying to tell you, dear."
"Why didn't you ever tell me before? I thought I was amazing."
She shrugged again, absorbed in watching a computer screen. "Your art is just no good."
"But why didn't you tell me sooner? Ash, I... I really feel hurt you didn't tell me. I thought we were honest with one another."
"Just give up."
"What?"
"Give up the drawing, sweetheart. It's horrible, and you'll never be good at it."
He blinked and took a few steps back. Shock and horror were written all over his face. His tail drooped. "What... what's going on? Ash, you're... you're not acting normal."
She huffed, took off her hat, and threw it at him. "Just leave me alone already, will you?"
Tears started to fill his eyes. "WHAT did you just say to me? Ash, I... I love you."
Ash spun around, shoving him aside. She raced for the closet, and pulled out two vape mods. She then flung them into the wall, smiling as they shattered into a million pieces. "THAT is what I think of your love."
Apollo froze, unable to move as horror and shock coursed through his system. "Ash... I never make fun of your clothing choices. I always support you in whatever you do. I thought you'd always support me in what I did. Even if I was bad at art, I thought you'd be there by my side to hep me learn from my mistakes and improve, just like I've been here all this time with you. That's what love is, Ash."
"I don't care. Get out of my life, you absolute moron."
Apollo took a few steps back, standing out of the way as Ash swept by, grabbed her hat off of the ground and smashed it back onto her head. She sat at the chair and kept staring at the computer.
Apollo quickly wiped his tears - he didn't want her to know how much her words had hurt him. He spun around and raced out of the room, slamming the door angrily behind him.
He raced out of the house and into the forest, the tears starting to leak from his eyes. His vision blurry, he didn't see where he was going and ran straight into a tree. As he picked himself up from the ground, he spotted something grey up in the treetops. He tilted his head, dried his eyes, and stared up at the blurry object. "Who's up there?" he called.
A THUMP sounded behind him, and Apollo spun around, bristling at the sudden attacker.
A pale grey and white viscet stood before him. Wren smiled. "Hello. It's time for you to wake up, silly boy."
"What?"
She smirked as she reached a paw forward and pushed him back. His head hit the roots of the tree, and he blacked out. "I said it's time to wake up."
He started awake, panting heavily as he looked around his home. He sighed in relief when he saw his mate sleeping next to him. "Just a bad dream. It was just a bad dream." He smiled as he curled up next to Ash. "I guess I am a fabulous artist after all."