Beaver in a Dam

**Prologue**
« I as a beaver. The house as my plan. And the dam… the mystery behind reality.
« Do understand that my feelings would be as equal as of the beaver.

**The Story**

I traveled far and wide to find the perfect partner in crime in building my house in the dam. The house was meant for a close beaver to my heart. I have planned it so well, that I believe, everything would run smoothly and safe.

Alas! I found my partner in the circle of my beloved one. Perfect. But quite risky.

The deal:
I will prepare everything. He would cover things up and update me with knowledge. I would just build the house and scram. He’ll do the presentation to my love. But I’ll be gone by that time.

Fine with me.

Everything was done according to how it was planned. Even in the midst of the pouring rain, we continued with might. Nothing can stop us now.

As I near the final touches of my house, fear and uneasiness creeps in my heart. I felt danger nearing. But for a moment, it was gone. I thought, I was just paranoid with excitement. Everything was laid out in order.

Until my partner persisted me to stay.

According to him, it would be a lot sweeter and personal if I would be the one to present the house with a blessing.

I agreed with hesitation. I just thought that nothing could be that harmful. I just thought.

A few minutes has passed. No sign of my love. But instead, a few close friends of their circle appeared. I was trapped.

I decided to go. But they stopped me. I have no one to talk to. I was alone in the midst of the chattering crowd.

They suddenly stopped. Someone was coming. Their common friend, the past of my love, the upcoming danger in my life.

I was introduced as civil as possible. I responded like human. I felt I was really trapped and that death is nearing my way. I need to escape. Fast.

But… I regained my composure. I decided to remain.

With such decision, after days of relentless chaos in the heart, I suffered from guilt.

Now, I’m ready to die in pain.