It was a cold night. The wind blowing with fierceness, spreading the cold throughout. Nothing living could possibly survive it outside at a time like this, but he was there. Watching me like every other night be it wind, rain, snow or sleet, he was always there. His eyes burning through every cell in my body, sending shivers up my spine. I could sense his presence although I couldn’t see him. Analyzing my every action, every move, every word, he stood there in the black night. He watched me with those wild eyes. Those eyes which changed with his every emotion. But I knew their color for now. They were on fire, burning with a flame so intense. It wasn’t a fire of anger or violence or hatred. No. It was a fire which blazed with possession, need and longing.
Above all, they were burning with a fire of passion, love and desire. The way his eyes exposed his raw feelings. It hurt me so much. But little did he know what I was feeling. How much I was hurting. How much of a complete wreck I was without him. I yearned for his touch, the feel of his hands as they enveloped mine in a perfect womb of safety, his possessive yet caring demeanor, his rich, husky voice which aroused so many foreign feelings in me, his very presence separating me from the hard, cruel world of reality, holding me safe within an invisible sanctuary, and his eyes. Those blazing orbs which caught me off guard more than once, swimming with so many undecipherable ripples of feelings.
Subconsciously, my mind began drifting back to the beginning. The day I met this surreal person who entered my life and caused a change, a change which had been too good to last forever. His eyes always wore a special color for me, while they were chocolate brown on a more common basis; they changed into hazel and then shone like a pair of golden suns at my sight. The days we looked at each other at class, his bold and endearing look groping my shy and uncertain self with their invisible threads. His lips lifting up slightly into a grin, never failing to take my breath away.
His confession. The truth of the situation reflecting in his baby blue orbs, holding so much hope yet a bit of fear and uncertainty within them. His hands holding onto mine like I was his lifeline. How his golden orbs illuminated his entire face on my reply. Walking with him, hand in hand, along the corridors, never felt more perfect. But those days seemed only like a dream now. Ever since that fateful day, I’ve been a zombie. Walking with a blank face and an even blanker mind. He was never at school nor did I see him around anymore. But he did, a silent shadow, waiting for me to return to him.
I curled my body into fetal position as I lay in my bed, burying my head in the pillow I was hugging. I wanted to stop reminiscing about the days I had with him. The pain was too much for me to handle. Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face and I started to sob uncontrollably. Moonlight shone on my weeping silhouette through the window. A long low howl echoed through the woods, followed by more. The sad symphony got louder and fiercer. It was a war out there and I was in the middle of it. I closed my eyes. It had begun.
I was sitting near the window feeling it I was floating in sadness ,the sound made me follow it into to the forest I didn’t know what it was but deep in my heart I knew it was him calling me. I took my coat changed into my boots, taking scarf and swirling it on my neck I slowly opened the door and went through the strong wind I started to walk on the snow when I came out my house was blocked with snow.
Which held me from going in I had no way but to go to the forest I went inside the forest there were cone trees with snow filled on it I was looking for some woods for making fire. I went looking for it on the freezing snow I was almost frozen to death that’s when I saw a black ferocious wolf with fiery eyes. I was shocked for a moment it slowly came near me with those sharp teeth and tried to make me pet it. I slowly got an impression that it was him that’s ok falling in love with a werewolf is not a big deal I thought to myself, but I felt safe with him I mean he was there for me whenever I wanted him……
I was so tired I felt warm with him so I slept there in the morning when I got up I was on my bed hugging my pillow which I found mysterious cause I remember that I was with a werewolf I found a maple leaf lying in my hand
I remembered it he gave it to me when I was a kid he was going out of town so he gave this to me for not forgetting him cause we are friends forever that’s why he gave it, I don’t know why he gave it now I thought silly thoughts came into my mind I don’t care whatever thoughts.
I went downstairs and started eating my breakfast I was thinking about what happened yesterday night in the forest questions rose up my mind why did he leave? Why didn’t he tell me? Is he werewolf? Whatever is happening I got to find out I need to talk to him. I went out that’s when I saw my friend Millie she is so open she bursts out everything she wants to tell. I saw a depressed felling on her face I called out hey Millie!! She said with sad voice hey, what’s wrong Millie come on tell me you can say anything to me she said to me my sister is going to London ,I asked what is wrong in that? She told me my sister is the only one who gives me company and she should go shopping with me today but she left without saying to me that’s why I said hey it’s okay you know if it’s okay I’ll come to your house if you want
