Unconditionally, Inevitably, Forever Yours.

Split Decisions.

 I felt like a horrible person.

 ‘You are a horrible person.’

 See? Even my psychotic, murdering wolf-possessor agreed with me.

 It was around 8pm when I awoke with a blaring headache and a sense of foreboding. My back was killing me due to my slouched position on the couch beside Jason, whose shoulder I was laying my head on. We’d talked for a while after the ‘moment’ we shared happened (which didn’t happen anymore) was over, talking about general things in life.

 Jason told me personal things about his Dad, and then he explained to me story of how Elijah nearly killed him, twice in one day. Whereas I told him my side of the story- or at least the excuses that I’d come up with in a matter of seconds after he asked me.  I seemed as if I was opening up to him, when really all that came from my mouth were lies.

 And the kiss- I shouldn’t have done it. I had an urge dominating the part of me that screamed no. Maybe it’s because Jason’s a nice guy, and I couldn’t think of a better guy to share my first kiss with, because at 17 years old it’s pretty embarrassing to not have had one yet. But I couldn’t deny my feelings as much as I wanted to- needed to. I, being a werewolf just added to list of reasons why he and I couldn’t be together. He was sweet, open, funny and kind. I was troubled, secretive, a liar and sarcastic.

 Some people say opposites attract, and Jason and I were polar opposites. But relationships of lies were always deceptive and unfaithful. It was an inevitably that one, if not both, partners would in heartbroken. I had to stop it before he got hurt.

 So as I sprawled a note explaining that I’ve run away and the word ‘sorry’ about a million times in typical cursive, fancy lettering with a pen which barely had enough ink on a sticky note which I found in a cupboard- I felt horrible.

 It was like in a movie where one would casually have a one-night-stand and then leave in the morning, except we didn’t do anything and it was the evening. But the most crucial difference was that I actually did care about Jason. He was now one of the most important people in the world-who are alive- to me, who weren’t many but it was still an honourable title since I wasn’t the friendliest person, even before all of the crap in my life struck.

 Brianna must’ve come home at some point, along with the guy who acted like he was my friend, yet then tried to kill me but left me in the pouring rain on the streets. My mind was still clouded with confusion as I thought back to the day. I had addressed the letter to all 3- well, I actually did it to Brianna and Jason but I had no doubt that Elijah would read it too. I stuck the note by Jason’s snoring face so that he’d find it rather than his mum and headed out the front door to my bike.

 I thought I’d escaped successfully until I turned the corner of the porch and stood under Elijah’s towering height. I let out a breath I didn’t realise I was holding and scowled at him.

 “Where are you going?” He asked, seeming genuinely interested rather than the last time I saw him.

 “Who’s asking? The Elijah I thought I knew or the guy that was willing to have me killed last night?” I growled and pushing passed him to get to my bike.

 “Both. They are one of the same, as are we are- give or take your future tendencies for killing everyone in your wake et cetera. ” He said as if he were some philosopher discovering a great, life-changing revelation as to what the meaning of life is.

 “Whatever, Aristotle. And to answer your question, you’ll be glad to know that I am leaving.”

 “Where will you go?” He wondered, refusing to meet my eyes as he asked so. I knew his game.