She was beautifully depressed. She stood before them all,
watching and waiting. How much longer could she pretend to be happy? “I will
fake it until I make it,” she whispered to herself. She took another step into
the spotlight and she flashed a bright smile. “I can do this.”
He was a creature of the night, but she wasn’t afraid. It
had taken her this long to get used to the idea that werewolves actually exist
and could love. As the full moon began to rise, she took his hand into hers and
whispered the words, “I love you”.
No comments:
Post a Comment