Kenton -- panther -- Arthes
The hardest part about pain is that it is intangible, but very real. You can't touch it; it's abstract, but you can feel it. It affects you. Kenton dug his fingers into his legs, squeezing them in tighter. He wanted to flop over, curl up and the world to dissipate around him. He wouldn't mind a dark hole to lie in....
But the light shining into it was tugging him, urging to leave. He wanted that light to stay.
Enough with metaphors. Just say something. Something useful. Don't be an idiot, and take this chance. So what if she makes a fool of you? So what if she too leaves you a scar? You can pull through it again and again. It doesn't matter. Pull yourself together man. Words were easy. Action took effort and will.
"I'm worse than a storm." Huh, you think you're better than a storm? A storm would wipe you out. How big do you think you are? Get back down to Earth with the rest of us. Some part of his mind was shouting logical comments at him. He decided to listen. "I guess it's worth a try." He lifted his head a little to look at her, like a wary beast from the shadows of the shrubbery. His chest had been tightening, but it loosened. Wow, it really was that easy.
At least this step.
What now? He couldn't sit here all day, like a little boy who'd been scolded by his mother and was in time-out.