How well can you handle your heartbreak?
Heidi Filomena, a one-eyed werewolf with a golden heart, never thought that there would come a day when her beloved best friend would hate her. Now, she knew that living all alone without someone to lean on w...
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Walking through the school's corridor had never been a torture for me before. Yes, there were some people who picked on me, but I never considered it as a torture. More like, irritation. But, now, it felt like I was stepping on broken glass, stabbing my feet every step of the way. The blood was tracing the floor I had walked on. My body was throbbing in pain, making the world slightly blurry. The compound fractures pierced through the thinnest layer of my skin, standing ever so proudly.
And it was all due to being in the same place with a certain person.
I focused my attention to the broken white floor tiles. The shadows of people walking reflected on them, following the sun rays direction. It was always so fascinating to watch a beautiful duet of two monochromatic colors forming life creation.
Monochrome.
I mentally pulled my light brown hair out. My mind was being ridiculous, asking me to join in playing 'remember when' game. Everything that I saw, every corner that I took, and even every little animals passing by reminded me of the many times we had together.
Really, Heidi? Even a single oxygen will recall the memories of you and him, breathing the same air every day.
My slouchy posture reached the locker safely, which turned on a blaring alarm inside my mind. If nothing happened on my way to the locker, they would definitely plan something bigger than just shoving me to the locker, or throwing balls at me. And, this would even get worse with my weak condition in the aftermath of Killian's rejection.
I inwardly shook my head, disapproving any bad thoughts that walking freely in my mind. I pulled out my chemistry book from my locker and was about to close it, when I heard the commotion behind me. I turned around curiously, but it was unfortunately the worst decision I had ever made.
Jax and Gael stood in front of me, smirking devilishly as if they had planned their way to make a goal for today's match. I trailed my eye down, finding my pink sneakers interesting to be watched. The whole idle chatter in the corridor died down as they approached me so slowly yet dangerously, like hawks stalking their prey. My heartbeat could be heard even from miles away, thumping in my chest deafeningly loud.
Dear Nana in heaven, what will happen to me?
"Good morning, one-eyed princess!" Jax sneered. I pushed my body to the locker behind me forcefully, attempting to become one with it.
"Oh, don't make her scared, Jax," Gael mockingly reminded her buddy. "She's so fragile, y'know? Don't want her to break before time, right?"
What does it mean?
Oh, if they knew that I was already broken beyond repair.
"Oh, right." Jax's voice sounded like he was thinking hard about something. Then, I heard him sighed, and the next thing I knew, I felt a light tap on my shoulder and a snicker on my left ear. "I'm sorry, Luna."
