The Town of Anton

Chapter Seven

I could still taste his lips and the way I felt about him. It was like tasting winter, so tender and sweet like a cold piece of candy. And the way he made me feel...it was like I melted in his skin. He was deep in the core of my thoughts, leaving only the passion of what I felt last night.

I woke up before the sun. It was still dark outside, but there was a lamp with a faded light casting over me as I read a book. It was my escape from the world. Almost nothing but books made me feel freer. I didn't ever want to stop reading.

And without a knock, someone entered my room. "We need to talk."

Sitting up, my heart sank in my chest at the sight of him. "About what?"

"Last night," he replied.

There was a cold shiver that extended up my spine. It was rough on my skin and rough against my heart as the feeling of worry made its way in my head.

He turned towards the door. "I'm sorry for barging in like this."

"Please stay." I reached for his hand, intertwining my fingers with his. The chill of his skin startled me, but he always made things better; he always made me feel safe.

He hesitated before sitting on the bed. I felt the mattress sink beneath me as he looked sadly into my eyes. "Pansy can't know about us or what happened last night."

"W-Why? Aren't you two like best friends?"

"It's more complicated than that."

How complicated could it be? I thought but asked, "What do you mean?"

I removed my hand from his. I felt violated, almost humiliated. I let him in in ways I haven't let anyone in before. How could he kiss me and still have complications with her? It didn't make sense.

He didn't answer. He just sat there; his eyes wandering like he was trying to think of the perfect response. But I didn't care and pointed. "Get out!"

His eyes fell on mine. They appeared like sharp knives, stabbing me over and over again until it hurt to breathe. I never knew love could hurt this much until tears blurred my vision, making everything around me less like a room and more like a prison.

I repeated again. "Get out!"

"I'm sorry," he said before exiting. "I'm really sorry."

Looking away I could feel the tears on my cheeks crawl. It was painful to think that I lost him, but it made me realize I was better off without him, better off alone.

                  ...

The rest of the day was spent in my room. I decided to take the day off from the supernatural world I called my life.

It was for the best, I thought.

But my thoughts didn't match how I really felt. Inside, everything was unfixed, broken, and torn apart. The only one that could make things better was him and he was gone. I made him leave. I made him walk away when I didn't want him to. How could I do such a thing? How could love make me do such crazy things?

But something else was brought to my attention.

Last night was a full moon.

What did that mean?

Werewolf?

I couldn't be a werewolf. I never turned. Don't all werewolves turn on a full moon? I drowned myself with questions, blocking the air that allowed me to breathe.

On the end table next to my bed was my cell phone, something I barely used. It kept ringing so much that I was getting a headache just listening to the sounds. I almost let it go to voicemail...but the caller I.D told me otherwise.