The last time (prologue)

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Floating- how long have I been floating? Nothing but the vast void of nothingness surrounded me. All of my thoughts were just whispers in the back of my mind- no emotion going through my head and body. I was dormant. Not totally there- wherever "there" is.

The only fully coherent thought about in my brain was, why am I here?

The last memory I have is him. I remember his frantic, beautiful voice calling out to me, his oddly colored eyes wide in grief, long elegant fingers brushing the sides of my face, and the way he held me as the stab wound in my side bled out. He kept saying it would be alright- his gentle sobs made me frown.

The last thing I said to him was,"Smile, you make me sad when you frown."

For the last time, I reached my hand up to his face and brushed away his tears. He forced a smile, as another tear slid down his cheek.

Smiling and shedding my own tear, everything faded out to black.

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