My Mate Died

I stood there at the edge of the bridge, rain splashing onto my skin. Cars beeping in protest and the blurred voice of the negotiators. The only person who could stop me from jumping now is my mate, but she died three weeks ago. I closed my eyes and remembered back to the day I met her.

It was a dark rainy night like it was now. She was sitting on a bench, waiting for a bus. Her black hair drenched and her whole body shivering. I pulled over and walked to her.

"Do you need a ride" I asked, trying my best to act as though I was cold. Being a werewolf, I was naturally.warm.

She lookes at me for a moment.

"P-please." She said shivering. I gestured to my car and she ran to it.

"Thank you..." She said confused.

"Michael." I answered her unasked question. She nodded her head.

"I'm Wendy." She said, extending her hand out to me. I shook it and looked into her dark brown eyes. Something inside me clicked, my wolf growled, I had finally found my mate.

I looked away so I didn't freak her out.

"Where to?" I asked, buckeling my seat belt.

"Moave street please." She said, also buckeling her seat belt.

***

From that day me and Wendy had gotten to know each other better. I learnt her favourite colour was blue and she enjoyed watching 'Back To The Future'. Every second I spent with her, the happier life became. After a few months we decided to have a serious relationship. The times we kissed were unforgettable. The feeling of her soft, delicate lips on mine sent shivers through my body. The way bolts of electricity coursed through my veins when we touched. I knew she could feel it too, but she wouldn't understand.

The last moments we had together were the best moments of history. She had to leave for university so we spent the whole day having fun. We watched a movie at the cinema and ate at a romantic resturant.

"I love you." She said to me, holding my hands in hers. My eyes widened for a second.

"The best thing is, I love you too." I said, looking into her eyes. They swirled like when you stir a hot chocolate. She blushed a bright red and kissed me.

***

She died the day she arrived at Calofornia for university. She was driving her white golf when she reached a round about. She thought it was clear and carried on driving... that was a mistake. She was hit by three cars and died from the collision.

When the hospital rang me, I was destroyed. You don't know what it is like to lose a mate. It is much worse than a usual death. It feels as though part of you has been savaged off and the remains is just the part of you that gives you pain.

So here I am now. On the edge of the bridge, getting ready to jump.

'I love you.' Those words echoed in my head. Even though she said them so long ago, they feel like they were said just yesterday.

"And the best part is, I love you too." I mumbled, before stepping off of the bridge...