m e k h i (incomplete)

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Hues stick to the ceiling of her room, hands falling over the material of a worn and old grey hoodie, resting on her stomach. Short legs hang from the end, swinging and hitting the backboard of the bed.

Her head doesn't think much, nothing but a book with no words.

Everything feels surreal. She doesn't feel present in the body anymore, no longer existing in a materialistic world, somewhere far away from reality. She's floating, high above the skies and above the currently dormant room. Her soul lifts from her. She can feel it. She can feel the tightness in her sore chest easing, becoming fluid in movement.

A sigh falls from her lips.

It's as if the wolf that resides in her has placed her underneath a spell, knowing that the human wasn't able to handle the questions and the feelings that the male, who she had let spend the night in her bed, brought.

Her wolf knew Ember had a fragile heart, from only having been beaten down and never being lifted up. The wolf knew the human wasn't ever going to be able to hold the fact that a lycan was now her half. The wolf knew the human wasn't able to cope with the questions drumming in her head, and question her reality.

Ember was a gentle soul, a soul that could no longer take much anymore.

She never expressed anger, only sorrow.

Her wolf relieves her from more sorrow, from more haunting pain. She lives in a world just with air and nothing else, head filled with nothing. No pain, no sorrow. A realm where she is just Ember, attempting to navigate the world.

Ember's wolf helped her carry herself during the day, ensuring the female didn't break or cry, and was just the best version of herself. The version free from all the pain her heart bares, the version who isn't scarred mentally, though her body says otherwise. The version at which Ember is able to thrive, without a mate helping her.

Much of her energy is taken up by the wolf protecting her mind and heart, and is why perhaps she isn't the strongest or the fastest wolf, and is why her shifts aren't always smooth and effortless. But her heart bares truth, and that isn't what most other wolves hold.

But, the wolf wasn't always able to protect Ember.

The Moon has consequences for everything.

Night was the female's downfall, where the wolf was too weak to help her human, too tired and lacklustre. When the moon rose, her downfall would begin. An empty mind would no longer remain empty.

She'd be plagued with it all. Terror after terror, shaking every neuron she had in her mind. Skin losing colour, heart beating rapidly, breath quickening and cold striking her hard. Then she'd sacrifice sleep, rocking back on forth on the thin covers of her bad, hands over her ears to prevent the whispers of words she wants to forget. But she'd feel it. It'd be in her air, running through her blood and sitting on her chest. She wanted it to go away.

A flinch hits her form, hues shutting momentarily as if a force has struck her again. They open to an empty room, relief pitting her stomach, and her mind falls empty again. Fingers mindlessly trace the scars running from her collarbones up to her hairline, the texture no longer feeling weird.

A perfected face, but a distorted body.

Eyes slip to the small clock on her desk, soft brows furrowing when noticing she'd be late, and she sits up, pushing her hair behind her shoulders. Fingers slip into the strap of the bag on the floor that she had pre-packed already. Her actions are hurried, footsteps quicken and become clumsier. She pulls a coat, pulling on a hat over the mane of curls and heading out of the door.