I looked at the people dancing and wondered what it was like to be one of them. To be dancing in the streets with no care of how people may judge you. It wasn't like that for me, if I stepped onto the streets, no one would dance with me. I'd forever be a nuisance, a disgrace. I listen to the music they were playing, loving the air of freedom that's hung in the air.
I breathe a heavy sigh and walk further inside the tower, knowing that I could never be one of them. I'd only hurt them more. It is a nice thought though, to be human again. I look at my paw-like hands and continue walking away from the window. They don't need to see a beast in all its glory. They're normal and loved.
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Short Stories
Short StoryHere are just little drabbles that I have written! I hope y'all enjoy these little drabbles, I had fun writing them. It currently has 20 parts (First few have titles, the other don't). May be more that's written who knows? WARNING: There is mention...
