PlatoAndFriends

"Oh my god...I come back from my vacation to hear this...Rika, I'm so sorry for your loss...If there's anything I can do..." she trailed off. Rika lay on a therapist's couch, staring at the ceiling. Her eyes stung, and her paws lay across her chest, hoping the air would come out of her. Hoping to never breathe again. Hoping to wither up and die. She slowly turned to her therapist. She was a cobalt hybrid of a bird and a lion, a griffin to keep it simple. She reminded Rika of her girlfriend, but the last time they locked eyes had been so long ago that she didn't remember if she liked griffins, or was one. She sighed, mumbling sorrows into the