Not even letting me rest for a moment, a wolf comes in on me. Malcom to be precise. He just stands beside the swing, saying nothing.
'You didn't tell him.' I say, not even trying to erect myself. I know it would be a fruitless endeavor.
'I didn't.' Malcom says, his gaze fixated on the ground.
'Why?' I ask, but I'm not given a response right away.
'I couldn't.' He says those words with evident pain hiding behind them. A great pain that...I can very much relate to.
Grabbing parts of the swing chair, I force myself to sit erect. Yet I say nothing. It takes me way too long, but I finally realize what it is I want to say.
'Thank you.'
Malcom doesn't respond. And...I don't think I'll get a response.
His fallen demeanor tells me everything I need to know. Not answering...or now unable to, he walks away from the cabin.
I want to ask him where he is going, but...it doesn't feel right to do so. So I just watch him leave.