'Move on.'
Such plain words, yet they haunted you now like nothing else possibly could. If only you had heeded such wise advice, you wouldn't have found yourself in this terrible position.
About to, quite literally, be ravaged into little meaty chunks, by the boy who would have once sacrificed his final breath for you.
There was no sacrifice here, except for your own.
Didn't it come with the package though? You had envisioned yourself as the brave hero who didn't give up on a friend, someone who would save this poor little Wendigo-tinged puppy and bring him back home. Sacrificing yourself in the process? Well...that only made it all the more noble, surely. One for the history books.
Yet there was one problem with that little power fantasy of yours.
Fear.
A black and inky mass crawled and writhed inside of you, tensing your chest and holding your heart still. As his shadow fell over you, his tall form having finally made its way over to your smaller, trembling one...your limbs were taut