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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Numb, but in a way, frantic.
Worried, but in a way, ecstatic.
Sad, but in a way, happy.
Scared, but in a way, curious.
The overflowing emotions brought me into a state where I was struggling to get out of this tangled mess of feelings, but in a way, let the confusion drown me. My feet kept pedalling my bicycle, but I felt like they were long gone with the wind. My eye was trained on the bushy, grassy road ahead of me, but I felt like I was blind. My ears caught some nature songs, but I could not hear it.
It was silent for all my senses.
My mind happily nagged me with some cruel pictures, showing how much Killian would take my sudden arrival back to his territory. The image of his fuming face, with his signature grim-lined smile was invading my mind in the most annoying way, immediately making my heartbeat fluctuate. Beads of sweat ran down my forehead to some parts of my body, which were then slowly evaporating to air when a picture of Killian reciting the rejection over and over again like a broken cassette monopolized my ears. The pictures and his harsh voice that day was playing like a background music, as my pack became nearer with time.
Selena could not stop bouncing inside my mind, or that was what I pictured she was doing inside the brain cell. She ranted nonchalantly and incessantly, saying that she was so excited to feel the 'real home' of a wolf: pack. I kept telling her that whatever she was gushing, they were entirely a figment of her imagination and not even a partial truth.
Which she denied with some 'think positive' advice.
Sometimes, some series of cursing that she would finally face the boy who rejected me in a near time also successfully made my head throb badly. Here I was, literally frantic about my own emotions, and my wolf seemed to make my fluctuating emotions became uncontrollable.
"Honey, are you okay?" A soft voice came from behind me, stopping my emotional rants with my wolf in an instant. My grip on the handlebar immediately loosened, letting me know that I had hung my dear life onto it.
"Oh, I'm fine, Bertha," I said softly, without even tearing my gaze off the road.
I heard she let out a sigh as her grip on my waist tightened. "I'm sorry if this news makes you upset," she said in a sad tone that made me want to stop the bicycle and just hug her tight. "But, the pack needs the happy Luna back. And, the cure is you."
"I understand, Bertha." I sighed, feeling disappointed in myself for frantically thinking about how I was going to face Killian, when in reality, I should be worried about facing Luna Ellie. "I'm not upset at all. It's just... I don't know what I'm going to say or do. It must be awkward."
"Yeah, I can imagine that. But, eventually, you will have to face all your past at some point, Honey. So, maybe, this is the time," she advised her with a motherly tone I longed to hear. "Even if you run to the other side of the world and never come back to the pack, you know that you will have to face your past one day. Either through the emotional battle, or physical battle that you are going to have in about some minutes."
