I grasped the torn picture with my fragile hands. It was a picture of him and me. A salty tear slid down my pale cheek and on to the picture.
Why! Why! I thought, why did this have to happen to us?!
The moon showed its bright yellow face in the midst of the starless sky. My long caramel blonde hair whipping against the wind. It's been a week since the death of her, a week since my whole world came crashing down like an avalanche. My bright blue eyes gazed at the moon, glassy with unexplained emotion. I felt a salty tear trickle down my pale cheek as I changed my form. A week since she died. I quickly looked around to make sure that no one was around, my wolf like eyes quickly scanned my surroundings. A week since my old self shattered like a mirror. Because of one simple mistake. I trusted him, until he betrayed me. I felt a devious grin spread on my lips. Time for payback.
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After Life (Collection of Short Stories)
Random'Funny how sometimes the people who you would take a bullet for, are the ones that pulled the trigger' What would you do if you had another chance at life? [The awesome cover is from @kookie_owns_me. Bless her skillz.]
