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“I’m sorry sweetie,”

“Please don’t go..”

The sound of shattered drywall reverberated through the room as Mudkip’s fist collided with the wall, leaving a jagged hole in its wake. His shoulders heaved with barely contained fury, the vibrant orange fins on his cheeks twitching erratically. His dark figure was framed in the dim light, tense and unrelenting, as if the very air around him pulsed with his anger.

He stood there, breathing hard, his knuckles scraped and bloodied, bits of debris clinging to his fur. The moment you walked in, his icy glare softened, guilt creeping into his darkened gaze. His chest tightened, and he turned slightly, shielding the damage from your view as though it could somehow undo what had just happened.

“I didn’t mean…” His voice cracked, low and trembling with frustration and regret. His tail swished behind him, betraying his restless agitation. “P-Please… Don’t look at me like that.” His orange fins twitched again, their movement mirroring the emotional turmoil coursing through him.