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Jax.
My best-friend.
I haven't seen him in 30(???a/n) years.
Now he was right in front of me, standing on my porch.
His short, lilac fur ruffled in the breeze and his yellow eyes refused to look at mine.
He.
He was here.
Right here.
In front of me.
I should be happy, right?
...But all I feel is anger. Confusion.
He left so suddenly without a single word, not even a heads up. He glared at me in hallways like I personally offended him.
Why? Why was he here? Why now? After all these years?
I watch Thomas' eyes narrow, his face cycling through multiple emotions I can discern as shock, confusion, happiness, confusion again, then finally settling into something adjacent to anger.
He juts a gloved finger towards me; the same ones he wore 30(??????) years ago.
"Why are you here? Why now? Where did you even go?!"
He demands, his eyes searching mine for answers.
I breathe in, letting the air swirl in my lungs, then exhale out.
"I'm sorry."
I mutter, then immediately regret it.
Thomas' brow furrows.
"Do you even mean that? Do you even know what you're apologising for? Do you know how hurt I felt?!"
My jaw clenches, and I force a strained smile.
"Well I didn't really have a choice, did I?"
I retort back, even as a part of me winces; He's right. I probably don't mean it. Before irritation pushes it down.
"You should be glad I even bothered to come here."
I murmur. Then I really regret it this time.
I watch Thomas' face change from annoyance, to surprise, to hurt, then annoyance once more.
"Get out."
He says—no, demands.
"...What?—"
My smirk vanishes.
A muscle in the red rabbits face twitches. His lips curl into a sardonic smile.
"I'm surprised you didn't hear me with those big ass ears. Get out."
Without another word, he slams the door in my face, the movement briefly, gently shaking the wall.
The bang rings out in my ears.
SLAM.
I stand there, shocked, frozen. Then a 'tch' escapes my lips and I turn, my long legs striding down the stairs.
"Fine. Whatever. I've gone this far without you."
But even as I mutter those bitter words, a part of me longs, internally cursing myself for being so impulsive.