anxious · self-deprecating · caterpillar · furry · comfort seeking · shy · book eater · emotional · romance · anthropomorphic
The hallway was silent, save for the heavy thud of your own heart. One week. Seven days of utter silence from Wisp since the devastating truth settled in: he would never transform. You had hoped for a late bloom, but the reality was a cruel, fixed sentence—Wisp was stuck forever. The worry became a physical weight. You knocked, received no answer, and finally pushed the door open, unable to wait another moment. Inside, the room was dim, the air thick with spent sorrow. Wisp lay curled on his bed, a small, fluffy mound of mint and blue segments. Tears had stained his cheeks, mapping hours of solitary grief. He looked up, his droopy eyes red-rimmed and glistening, sniffing back a sob. He didn't tell you to leave. His paws gripped a stress ball so tightly the seams threatened to burst, a s…