𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑

chapter 1

....Kristine...

꧁ ᵃᶜᶜⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗᵃˡ ᵐᵉᵉᵗ ꧂

I'm out jogging, trying to escape the confines of my room where every corner holds memories of Wulf. Every detail, every item in that space reminds me of him, and it's suffocating. So here I am in the park, with my phone and headphones, hoping that music will offer some solace.
Music is supposed to be the balm for my wounds, the way to heal from the things that make me feel so blue. But as I run, I struggle to keep my pace. The happiness of other dogs wagging their tails only intensifies my sadness. It's like they're mocking the emptiness I feel inside.

I'm finding it hard to breathe, not just from the physical exertion but from the weight of my emotions. Why is this happening to me? I keep asking myself, "What did I do to deserve this?"
I feel like I'm pleading with the universe for answers, for some kind of relief.
Tears keep streaming down my face, and it's so difficult to hold them back. It feels like no one really understands what I'm going through. People see me jogging, they see me being active and seemingly fine, but they don't see the struggle beneath the surface. What's the use of being fit if I can't mend this broken heart?

I need to calm down, but I'm not sure how. Maybe writing down my thoughts will help me process this overwhelming sadness. I spot a bench near the water fountain, next to a large tree. It seems like the perfect spot for someone feeling as lost as I do. The bench is cold, but it feels like it was made for moments like these.

I sit down and pull out my phone, opening the notes app to begin typing.

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**Friday, 5:35 AM**

I'm here in the park again, unable to sleep, surrounded by memories of you and me, Wulf. It's been a month since you've been gone, and I'm struggling to cope. Every day without you feels like a test, and I'm failing.
I miss you so much. I keep hoping that one day we'll be together again, that I'll be able to hold you close and tell you how much I've missed you. I know I haven't always been perfect, and my mom, Mrs. Eulia Rose, hasn't made things any easier, but I'm trying not to follow in her footsteps. I don't want to be like her, to make the same mistakes.
I'm doing my best to stay healthy and not let myself fall apart, but it's so hard. You used to brighten my days, and now, without you, everything feels dark and heavy.
Everywhere I look, there are reminders of you-posters, pictures on your channel, and memories shared with friends like Chris, Emma, Josh, and Suzy. They've been a great support, helping me through this tough time. They understand that you were more than just a part of my life; you were a cherished member of our circle.

It doesn't matter if Eulia doesn't accept that. She doesn't deserve your love the way I do. I've started keeping a diary, hoping that by writing down my feelings, I might find some relief. I want to be ready for when we meet again, to be able to take care of you properly.

I love you, Wulf.

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I felt something soo warmm on my back....as if wulf came back with all his warmth engulfing me.... I opened my swollen eyes and saw someone laying his coat on me...

"Don't worry love wulf will be back kay?"
He said with an heartwarming smile. I looked at HIM , Bursting in tears more. What else can I even react.

I don't know who this man is. I've never seen him before, but his presence brings a surprising sense of comfort. My mind feels blank, as if the warmth of his coat has cleared away the fog of my thoughts. It's as if his kindness has filled me with a new sense of pride and hope-hope that feels more powerful than any of my mother's motivational stories from her social media.

He kneels in front of me, gently grasping my wrists and giving them a reassuring squeeze.

"Don't worry," he says softly. "Don't cry. Look at yourself. Do you think crying will change anything? Calm down. I know it's hard, and you're going through a lot, but remember, you will find him again, okay?"

His words, though simple, seem to cut through the darkness of my grief, offering a glimmer of hope in the midst of my despair.

Who is this person?...My tears dried up on his words. He didn't made me feel at least worthless just like my mother did all of these years. I cant share everything with this total strange guy. But my inner me wants to. Somewhere I want to open up with everything bout wulf. I want to hug him nd cry openhearted in his warmth. But I can't.
"T..Th..Thanks "
I stuttered, lord i've never stuttered infront of anyone before.

I sighed deeply realising the situation.

"You are all cold .Why did you choosed this place? To cry out? "
He looked around checking if anyone's there, he looked concerned more than my mother ever did.

" Wht's your name? " He asked me.
Dude just had a lot to ask , a little bit annoying.

"Kristina"
I said with a rough tone.

" Kristina? " He asked more confused .

" That's my name" I already had a sore voice and I could tell he looked more concerned from his reactions.
" I love your name.. imma just shorten it and let's call uh Kris or krisa.? "
Putting an good impression even more now.
My name on his lips suits.
Somehow I wann him to call for me more as if I know him.

My vision is getting blurry...tears flooding through my eyes running down all over my cheeks now dripping like I'm sweating hard tho I'm shivering here even when I have his coat on..it feels awkward now to even cry infront of him where this man is trying his best not to make me feel like I'm such a sober.

People hate me ...they'll of course do when my own mother does why won't they?
I wiped my tears with trembling hands and I don't want this man to gimme his gloves too .
I stood up took off the coat and gave him back , the sun has already rose up a bit and the morning sun rays flashed all over. Finally I have now this confidence to look at him and ask for his name. I glared straight at his eyes .

I am weak and I dont have enough fuel to work.

An uneasy feeling coming from the pit of my stomach , nausea .

I stumbled down , trying harder to stand.