*the ground was still, my paws unresting, never ending, clearing their own path. I couldn't control myself anymore. My wolf had her own mind. Her own self. I was no longer in control. My thoughts, decisions..no longer mattered. My wolf, Moon, never ever does this. I've never had her so in control. So demanding. So angry. But so tender, so scared. Time was running out. I had a feeling that we were too late. But my wolf had another feeling. Telling me to 'shut up'. That everything was going to be fine. She, us were going to be fine. That he, would be fine. That we were going to get to him, if it were the last thing we were going to do. We were indeed going to do it. My human lost her feeling in him, once he kept leaving, breaking us apart. In which isn't suppose to happen. Your wolfs feel for her mate is suppose to be so strong, it keeps the human feeling in love. But he confused my wolf so bad, where she was so tender. For my human to seep out and get confused. Ripping her into two for so long. My human is no longer able to feel. Nor is my wolf able to heal. But here we were, running to save the persons life that changed me completely. And my look on this life.*
Gasp. I couldn't breath. My side ached. Burned. As did my heart. And my head. But pain medication didn't help one bit, or at least like it used to. The pain has gotten too bad. Just like my dreams. I used to have nightmares. Daymares. Seeing things, that a little girl like I was shouldn't be having to worry about. It got so bad, I woke up one morning, not recognizeing myself. I wasn't me. Not anymore. I forgot the feeling of happiness. The feeling of feeling. But the only thing I was able to feel, strangely. Was the feeling for this boy, this boy, who didn't want me. I fell in love. He broke me. End of story.
