Kenji stayed there on the edge of the bed, the room dim and still, as if even the air didn’t want to disturb him. His paws hung loosely, claws barely grazing the blanket, and his tail lay motionless behind him. He felt hollow in a way that didn’t come from tiredness but from something deeper, a slow unraveling he couldn’t stop.
The world had been shifting for a long time, he realized. Not all at once, but in small, relentless ways. A familiar voice going quiet. A place he loved closing its doors. A routine that used to anchor him suddenly slipping out of reach. Each change was a tiny fracture, and tonight he finally felt the weight of all of them at once.
He drew in a shaky breath, ears folding back.
Why does everything keep moving except me?
He didn’t have an answer. The silence didn’t offer one either. It only pressed closer, wrapping around him like a cold fog. He hugged his arms to his chest, trying to hold himself together, but even that felt fragile, like he was made of thin glass and the world had learned exactly where to tap.
His eyes stung, but he didn’t fight it. A single tear slipped down his cheek, tracing the curve of his muzzle before falling to the floorboards he’d been staring at for so long. It felt strange, how something so small could carry so much.
He whispered into the quiet, voice barely there.
“I don’t know how to keep going when everything keeps falling apart.”
The room didn’t change. The world outside didn’t magically steady itself. But the words left his chest a little lighter, as if naming the ache made it less monstrous.
He curled onto his side, pulling the blanket around him like a shield. His tail wrapped close, instinctive and protective. He listened to his own breathing, uneven, but still there. Still moving. Still trying.
Maybe he didn’t know where to go. Maybe the world really was crumbling in ways he couldn’t stop. But in the middle of all that collapse, he was still here. Still breathing. Still holding on to the tiny, stubborn hope that someday the ground would stop shifting long enough for him to find his footing again.
For now, he let himself be lost.
Not forever, just for this moment, in this quiet room, where he didn’t have to pretend he was okay.
And in that small surrender, something inside him softened, not healed, not fixed, but no longer breaking.
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