Weapons of War

Charles Bukowski once wrote; Find what you love, and let it kill you.

And I think that's exactly what I did.

James Hunter believed he was a monster. But all of us know, or at least those of us who watch Teen Wolf, not all monsters do montrous things.

He was beautiful, with his warm brown eyes like melted chocolate, and his soft brown hair like velvet.

Somebody once told me that a lot of bad things had happened to James, and that's why he kept his love hidden away. They said he had so much love inside of him it was oozing out the edges, and that was why he was so cold. Because if you were to get close enough, you could see it.

And he wasn't just beautiful in his looks, he was beautiful in his temper, in his passion.

I loved him, and I'd like to believe that he loved me too, but of that, I'll never be sure.