Memories of Him (Patreon)

Short story of Adolyn and his first love, Cress.

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https://www.furaffinity.net/user/009w/

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People say life’s funny sometimes, and it is; however I don’t think the people who say that mean that life is humorous. This existence can be laughable. It can amuse you. There is mirth and snickers, guffaws, and giggles. Life is funny, yet it’s not humorous... and I know that doesn’t make sense at first, but trust me it does.

Things that are sad, painful, and unfair can be funny. You can laugh, of course, except it is not because of the humor. An experience from another perspective can make you laugh. You can snicker and giggle; and it’s kind of funny... It is not humorous.

When I remember him, his face, his smile; I laugh. I laugh though it hurts inside.

I think of the times I would be sitting out in Academy Park, alone, off to myself and he’d show up. A smile on his pretty face and a companionable look in his heterochromatic eyes. Blue and green like the forest and the sky. Cress was gorgeous.

When I was young, I never thought about any of the other boys in that way. It never occurred to me that they were a possibility until Cress. I may have grown into a seemingly confident, dashing, and self-assured furkin; but like most I started out as an insecure young cub with no idea how to sort my emotions.

Women had flirted with me all the time. From the time I was young I’ve had their attention. I am a lordling of a Great House after all. I do not lack for suitors who believe that the life of a Lady would suit them proper, even if it is in Evandale. Cress wasn’t like that.

Cress didn’t care that I was the son of Palence Valenrow, or that my mother was the famous knight known as the ‘Death Dealer’. He didn’t like me because I was Adolyn Valenrow, as everyone else did. He liked me for who I was, not what I was... and I fell in love with him for it.

Sadly... no, funnily, though he didn’t love me because I was the son of a Great House, it was for that singular reason that he left me. It’s funny, right? Ironic even. I kind of laugh every time I think of it. Every time I remember him... even so, if it was truly humorous I would not be crying as well; and that’s the difference.