Upon the mountain, I roared. Eyes wide open with the wind hitting my seafoam blue irises, I grin openly. A sudden arm wraps around my small flat tummy, veins popping and the muscles tightening in small places. Warmth radiates off him.
I turn around. His green and red Christmas light orbs sparkle back at me. His scaly body ripples, the blue body slithering.
My Dragon Boy.
I turn my head away, long wavy hair falling in front of my face, and murmur out, "I-I-I-I-I love you... I mean I think. And if you don't love me... Um I mean I guess I'll go and you'll never have to see me again."
His tail swishes, slapping me on the butt before a bright shine comes from his body, crystal dust falling around him. At last, his naked torso is in front of my face, his 8 pack blinding me. Tilting my head all the way back, I look up at his beautiful chiseled greek goddess face.
His deep voices vibrates through my body. "I need you more than I need this mountain air. I love you, babe."
He picks me up in his muscly arms and transforms back into his dragon form, breathing fire off the cliff in the process.
That was the best moment of my life. And yet he was murdered the next day.
It was raining hard. Hail thumped on my window while I managed the driving wheel. My family dog, Milo, sat behind my seat, barking loudly.
"Shush Milo!" I yell.
Turning around to push Milo out the window, a sudden large truck swerves into MY car lane. BAM!
My car gets fliipedd over, rolling around 50 times before hitting the end of the cliff and falling off that too.
I roll around 100 more times.
The windows shatter, the tires flatten, air rushes into the car.
I can breathe.
I take a deep breath and open my eyes.
The sun is just awakening over the horizon as I sit up in my bed. I stretch my limbs one at a time.
Milo will forever rest in peace. That all happened a week ago today. My family dog's death annarvarsyary.
"Kelsie!", my mother calls me from the kitchen.
I stand up, walk to the kitchen, and grab my plate of food from her waiting hand.
Looking into her eyes at the table, I realize something. We look very much alike. The only exception being I look much better. Her dirty blue mud water eyes are dirtier than mine and her wavy hair doesn't contain as much wave as mine.
Realizing this, I suddenly jump from the table, knocking over the five-course meal she prepared for me even though we are poor and can't afford it and she has to work 8 jobs, 10-hour shifts, every day and refuses to eat herself. I storm from the room, my mother following after me. "Kelsie! Wait! Please, my darling. Eat this morning! I must get to work but please... for me... eat my darling." She passes out, unconscious on the cold tiled flooring. I drag my eyes away from her. I have more important matters to attend to.
I run out the door, following my wolfy instincts and sniffing the ground. .... This way.
Getting to the mountain that I've always loved, I see a banner. It reads, "this mountain will be obstructed today at noon."
It's already 10 pm!
I rip it down, stomping on it along with a few spits here and there.
I will stand for this.
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