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Losing Control

It was too much.The guilt, the depression, the doubt: it was killing me. I let go of Davincent, letting out a yowl of pain; pain that was both mine and Davincent’s redoubled over and over again.
“Fae,” he whispered, “I’m so sorry.”
I suddenly realized I was huddled in a tight ball on the ground. “Please,” I hissed, “Be happy. Please. I can’t—”
I threw back my head and howled. My skin was rippling, I was losing control. With all the effort I had left in my body I threw myself down the hall at full speed in a futile effort to avoid his feelings and thoughts. I couldn’t take it, it was all too much.
I was a wolf now, but the wolf was changing swiftly, I was getting larger and purple scales were pushing themselves out of the fur. I barely made it.
I shot out of the hole and into the outside air just as I got to large for the passage. In a fit of rage I spewed flames all over the surrounding forest; the trees went up in flames in an instant.
I ran again, up a mountain. When I reached the peak I collapsed.

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