TF - to a beautiful wolf...


*to a beautiful wolf 1*







...when i was young, i followed my dad to someone's funeral



i think it was one of my dad's closest friends


but i was full of fear since it was my first funeral-


it occurred to me as weird that everyone was wearing black or white


but seeing my dad in all black... crying, no weeping so loudly made me feel...

uncomfortable and fearful




and because i didn't like seeing my dad so heart broken...



i took my eyes off of him and surveyed the people around me...



and my eyes settled in one certain place-



amidst all the adults at the funeral


was a boy... on his knees... crying...



in a small black suit...



with his hair nealy combed...



there was not much of a different between me and him



except the fact that he was.... crying




he bit his lips.. so hard that it just might start to bleed



his eyes were red... cold..



he was crying so sadly... just like that...



he didn't make any sound




but he appeared sadder than all of the people at the funeral



i didn't know who he was...



nor the reason behind his sorrowful tears....



but a sense of pity and sympathy came over me



so i walked myself quitely over to his side...


















" Umm... hey... do you wanna have this? "










what i held in front of him


was a silver necklace in a shape of a small leaf....


it was a gift from my deceased mom...


even though that necklace was my most precious possession


i had a strong feeling that he needed it more than me...



the boy stared at the necklace for a few seconds



and without a single word... turned his head away from me



and the boy... kept on crying and crying...



ignoring me to the best of his ability




glaring at the cold wooden floor with eyes of such anger and hate




since i was so young... i didn't know why... why....




his eyes seemed so cold



well i still don't know that till this day...



anyways, from that boy... i was able to feel pain...



sadness...



fear...


and hate.



and...


for some odd and unexplanable reason, i felt the need... felt the attractiong


to talk to that boy.



however... he didn't even bother to look at me...



sOOo i started the talk.














" UMM... do you happen to know the story of 'the giving tree'? "
















'the giving tree...' it was my favorite story of all time



it was the last story that my mom read to me before she passed away



i loved the tree that loved the little boy so much...



that i had the whole story memorized word by word


and since that story was the only story that i knew by heart

and perhaps the only way for me to talk to him...



i started to rec...

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