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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I rode my bicycle crazily, ignoring the shivers of fear that crawled up my body just by thinking about things that went bump in the night.
Cross that, in the small pathway that broke through the woods in the night.
The aftermath of Granddaddy Paul's and Bertha's little panicky outburst in my bedroom led them to helping me to cross the pack border more than three hours ago. Bertha, being the fiery spirit she was, yelled at the pack warriors who guard the border that I was missing and forced them to search for me. Granddaddy Paul gave the act a little drama by sobbing loudly and chanting my name. I only could chuckle seeing they messed with the pack warriors' minds from behind the bushes.
I should thank my lucky stars tonight.
My eye glared to the road in front of me, forcing to stay awake despite the huge power to fuse shut. The sound of the short pants of my breath was the only thing that kept me sane as the buzzing of cicadas surrounded me, scaring me to the core. The cold sweat was running down my back, reaching my spine and frosting it. Cool wind softly brushed my hair sideways, kissing my neck tenderly to soothe me.
Calm down, Heidi! You can't stop at the moment. Not with this trees surrounding you. Just a little bit more, and you're in the verge of flying.
I could not believe that I finally had this braveness to leave my pack and went rogue. After my little confession to Bertha and Granddaddy Paul, I made a promise to myself that I would be stronger and fight any battle ahead of me. I would not wallow in despair like a damsel in distress waiting for a knight in shining armor to sweep me off my feet.
Especially, waiting for Killian.
I had forcefully slammed a new belief to my mind that world was the poorest judge in the whole universe. It could scream that the moon was as ugly as sin, but tell the sun that it looked like a million stars spreading beautifully in interstellar space. Little did the world knew that the moon was the only one that kept the world company throughout the night, when the sun was running away.
Poor world. You don't know what you miss.
I was so drown in my thoughts that I barely realized the trees started to sparsely spread, leaving a broad, grassy plain in the middle of the woods. The wind was crazily blowing, making me grit my teeth furiously in cold. My legs began to give up pedaling as my eye was drowsing in the lonely night, begging me to stop immediately.
And in this drowsy state, I stumbled upon an imaginary rock and gladly kissed the grassy ground.
Great, Heidi. At least, you decide to fall when you're already far away from your pack.
My bicycle swept to victory in squashing my shin bone to bits, leaving me whimper in pain. My sweaty light brown hair opted to join dancing on the ground with the grass, deceiving the wind. My eye was eager to seek for a party hosted by small animals in their little soil kingdom. The duffel bag had sneakily prepared for the impact by jumping from the bicycle a long distance away from the accident scene.
