The bitter cold bit into my skin without sheer warning, disoriented i tried to remember why i was out in the streets this late and shaking my head i recollected how i had travelled across two states just so i could see her smile, "her smile" i thought and smiled to myself, in my eyes i could see the elegance of her stride,in my bones i could feel the softness of her lips, she was a true beauty to behold. Fair as the raising sun,she held men spellbound at her entrance, i mused to myself how lucky i was, i loved her, i loved her so much, i loved her with every iota of my being.I dont remember how that came to be because i had a half-stoned,i had not being able to have any emotional feelings for anyone.
As i adjusted myself to a more suitable position i thought about the warmth of her smile and my heart swelled from within,"she was worth all my aches and pains put together" and with that i stood up and strood to my dwelling.
The pain was vehemenously sharp and i felt extremely weak,the only that seemed to be keepin me alive were those eyes, her eyes. Earlier that morning i had gone to see her and the moment i set my eyes on her my heart jumped for joy, the look in her eyes was abit off but i put it off as morning chores weakness."what is wrong with you?" she asked after hugging me,smiling weakly i told her it was only a flu, looking carefully at me she shrugged and told me to come in. Sitting and watching her do the laundry i felt guilty for lying to her about my health condition, i had never lied to her and i wondered why i did it this time. The truth was i had rare medical case of a virus, it occurs once in 5years and whenever it came i would be 4 to 5days bedridden, "maybe i should tell her now..." i thought, unfortunately it was already too late because i had began to lose consciousness, my body acting of its own will, my speech disoriented and in disarray, i tried to regain control but my cerebrum having been struck by the virus had shut down, the more i struggled the more i lost control, the pain was vehemenously sharp and i felt extremely weak.
The sound of a text message on phone woke me up, i look around and found myself lying on the floor in my abode, a brown flask stood beside my head and my clothes were lying on the floor. I checked the text message and to my greatest shock it was from her telling me its over between us, the reason was i was too weak, too fragile, "you are a weakling alex,i can not love a weakling", her final words bored into my head like a drill. Sitting i tried to remember what transpired,the faint memories of my damaged brain and its degrading actions made me shiver,i read the text message and a tear dropped,i read again and more tears dropped, i read again and i bust into an ocean of tears, " i need you now..." i screamed with the little strength i had,"...why now, why do you have to tear me apart,why!!!!?????
lts being three months since she put me out of her world, three months felt like three years, i had transformed from a weakling to a prodigy, i had become a werewolf, not just any but true and rare Alpha, my intellect had accelerated and my I.Q had moved from 107 to 140. I straightened up, changed back the colour of my eyes to brown and walked into my lecture hall. Noisy and sweaty were two true words to describe MBA1, thats my lecture hall, having being able to overcome the urge to bite the noisemakers i climbed up to the last seat. After a few hellos to some friends, i finally sat down with a friend and her friend turned to look at me, and then it happened. I have read about mating in animals and zings in vampires, but this was nothing like i had ever experienced, the look at her eyes made mine turn red and i had to quickly cover them before she could notice them, as i opened my eyes i was smitten to the core by the smile on her face, my bones creaked inside me and my body sweatpores opened their tanks. As i sat close to her to her i felt inner peace, inner joy, none like no other and there and there i knew this is it.
I bent my head in cowered pain, unable to swallow the bitter pill before me.I had fallen inlove, this time a more severe fall, in the presiding months i had told, showed, proved to her how much i loved her but she been wounded by past experience refused the possibility of loving me back. I had sketched her face, sang her name, even started my year with the sound of her voice but she refused the possibility of loving me back. I had wrote her peoms, offered to take her on expensively romantic lunchs and dinners but she refused, she says i am a special person in her life but she treats me like someone she never thinks of. I wish it were easy to forget what i feel for but its impossible because according to legend when a true and rare hybrid werewolf zings with a pure human soul, its soul becomes tied to it, forever.
