HP: Embrace the Darkness

I woke up from a nightmare. It was pitch dark in the tent. It was getting dark. The food that the man promised me had not arrived yet, and I didn’t know if he was asleep like me.

I was wandering my thoughts, my mind was wandering, and I always felt like something was wrong.

correct!

I always remember that he would never lie to me, so I would easily believe his words. But now that he doesn’t know who I am, what does the promise between us have to do with me.

Sadness came over me almost instantly.

In fact, I have also discovered that my emotions, which look like a leopard, can easily fluctuate due to Ases's every move and attitude. Those introverted and calm nature have disappeared long before I chose to come here.

I just don’t know if it’s because something is eroding my sanity, or if it’s because of my restricted animal body.

I got distracted again.

I sighed helplessly, repeated the search for Assis many times in my mind, and limped to find him.

When I came to the cave, I suddenly felt that Potter was right to call me a coward, and I didn't even dare to go in.

There is no weakness in people without love.

My weakness is Aces.

I can't bear to let him get hurt, and I'm also afraid of him getting hurt. When fear arises, what's the difference between me and a coward?

After hesitating for a while, I went in anyway.

I had been to the cave before and was very familiar with it. I sniffed directly at the two cave entrances and quickly found the scent of Asseth. Who knew that it would be accompanied by the smell of blood.

I panicked and yelled back and forth inside, but I didn't go in. I just wandered around the entrance and yelled.

I'm a coward.

I didn't dare to go in. I no longer had the courage to face my lover's body again.

I'm a coward.

Fortunately, God still loves me in this world - nothing happened to Asseth, and he still had the strength to hold me up.

I secretly nuzzled his neck, feeling the familiar smell and temperature.

If he were still alive and holding me so tenderly, I wouldn't have to be a thief.

He carried me back to the tent, then he left some food for me and went back to the study to write a letter.

Afraid that he would lie to me, I followed him to the study.

He discovered my sneaky behavior and expected to be kicked out or scolded.

The result was unexpected - he actually hugged me and wrote a letter in this posture.

I'm always reluctant to refuse him.

So I ignored the guilt that was about to overflow in my heart, and stayed in his arms, feeling his warmth and breath surrounding me.

How I wish time stopped at this moment.

Just the two of us, him and me.

He stopped writing the letter, and I quickly prepared myself to be put down.

I was mentally prepared to be put down, but he didn't put me down.

Then, I heard a sigh that almost blended into the wind - "Don't be angry."

Logically speaking, this sentence should be said to me in this world, but I don't know why, I always feel that it is also said to me.

He was feeling guilty for leaving me alone.

The grievances and sorrows that had accumulated for a long time came together. In an instant, I was defeated and could only close my eyes in embarrassment to hide the twinkling tears.

I hate you, I love you more.

From love comes hate, and hate is inferior to love.

So I love you, Asseth.

The unspoken love came out in the panther's whimpering purr.

Maybe my sadness was too strong, and he realized something was wrong. He raised his hand and comforted me, again and again, just like he had done countless times before.

I think he may have guessed something, after all, he has always been smart and so familiar with me.

He patted me for a long time, patted me to sleep, then held me and put me on the bed, letting me sleep peacefully on his bed all night, while he sat there all night.

I know this only because I woke up from a nightmare and saw him hiding in the darkness accompanying me.

Sensing my awakening, he stroked my back skillfully and hummed a gentle tune.

Drowsiness came over me at an exaggerated speed.

I fell asleep again, and this time the warmth on my back didn't disappear all night.

When I woke up the next day, my hazy brain finally cleared up and I was sure that he already knew my identity. Maybe he knew where I came from.

Otherwise, this would not be such a conniving attitude.

He wanted to go into the cave again, and I couldn't stop him, so I could only nod in agreement.

As we were about to set off, he suddenly lost his mind and scratched me.

I guess he was thinking of me in this world, and the pain in my heart once again overwhelmed the pain in my body. I raised my paw to give him a paw without hesitation.

Not only to vent his previous anger, but also to draw his attention back.

They still have countless days and nights, but I don't have much time, so let me be selfish and occupy all his time in the next few days.

As expected, he was drawn back to my attention, and he reduced his strength in embarrassment, and... he even touched me from head to toe!

Damn you bastard, don’t you know that a tiger’s butt can’t be touched? The same goes for leopards, who are also cats!

He remained unmoved and continued to touch my back spine, touching all the places on the leopard that were comfortable to touch. Even I couldn't stop his attack and collapsed into a leopard cake comfortably.

Just when I was feeling extremely comfortable, he started to persuade me to leave again, even saying that I ate too much!

I was so angry that I didn't want to talk to him.

He was still persuading in a low voice, as if he thought I could survive if I went back now, but now that I'm here, how could I leave.

The only way to leave is death.

Unhappily, I flicked his tail and gave him a warning growl, but he finally shut up.

I haven't heard that voice for a long time and I still miss it a little bit, but after hearing it too much, it's just like that, and it's even a little disturbing.

His next behavior once again verified my guess. He really knew who I was. Otherwise, how could an ordinary leopard be coaxed into eating fruit by him?

The fruity fragrance wafted into my nose, and I pretended to be disgusted. I turned my head away and looked at him with my eyes.

Actually, it’s not that I can’t eat fruits. After all, I even eat raw meat, so what’s the point of fruits?

But I just want to go against him.

After he left, no one was willing to tolerate my various shortcomings and temper.

I haven't done anything in a long time.

Because I don’t have it, I don’t dare.

Now that he's here and I don't have much time, it shouldn't be too much to just be willful, right?

I suddenly found it funny that it had only been a short time since he left, and I had learned to reflect on whether my behavior was too much.

This really doesn't look like me and looks more like the bastard who left me.

I didn't expect that I could live like him. I didn't know what to say for a moment, so I could only look at him to see how he would react and whether he would leave me behind.

As expected, he wasn't angry. He just sighed, said, "It's not good to be picky eaters," and put the fruit salad away.

If I were a human being, I would definitely have a big fight with him. If you think it's bad to be picky about eating, then why don't you think it's bad to leave me alone.

This matter is my heartache. I can't forget it no matter how hard I forget it. I can only let it eat away at my heart again and again.