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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"It's warm and nice, isn't it?" Killian's voice caressed my heart, making me melt every time he spoke with that kind of tone—the tone that he usually used to speak with his mother. "I've read that sunbathing in the morning can help to reduce stress. Also, there's a lot of vitamin D to get in the morning."
I just stayed silent, absorbing the warmth of the sun in the morning as much as my body could. It had been two weeks since the incident that successfully grabbed the only light of my life—that was what Killian and other people convinced me. I meant, the day and night seemed the same to me.
Day and night were dark if you asked me.
People had been supportive of me. They woke me up in the morning to have breakfast together in Killian's house—as they were afraid of letting me alone in Nana's house. And, after having a delicious breakfast, Killian would always take me for a walk. Yesterday, or what I thought so, he brought me to the place where we met last before the hysteria of me running away from the pack.
And, now, for the fourteenth times, he brought me here again.
"Vitamin D from the morning sun is so good to your bones. It can strengthen your bones and help calcium absorption." I tuned myself back to the conversation, and Killian was still talking about the benefits of sunbathing before ten in the morning. "Besides, sunbathing in the morning also help your body to release endocrine so that you can say goodbye to stress and anxiety."
He sounded like Granddaddy Paul now, preaching me into exercising in the morning.
It was funny that this fortnight had been nothing but amazing. Killian showed his true self that I came to love in the past—caring, funny, and with a little bit awkward at some moments. However, I could not stop telling myself that this was all too good to be true—that I was actually dreaming at the moment while laying six-feet under the ground, wondering about all those 'what-ifs'.
What if these moments were about to disappear?
What if he was just playing with my heart?
Above all—what if my feeling and things happening right now were just a figment of my imagination that overcame the boundaries of reality?
Maybe I was going crazy. Maybe I was kind of mad. But, what did I expect from darkness apart from trusting my other senses which could be lying right in front of my face right now?
"Are you alright? Do you want anything?" Killian's deep voice woke me up for thousand times, obviously lacing with concern that even the grasses beneath my bare feet could feel. With a voice and tone like that, I could see the walls bordering the past time and the present time were suddenly crumbling down pieces by pieces, letting the shine from the past to come through the small holes to the present area.
"N- No."
"Do you want some apples? My Mom insisted we should bring some." Something was placed in my right hand, and a pair of warm hands immediately engulfed both. It was the shape of an apple, or that was what I thought it was. "You still like apples, right?"
