Wolf Doctor

Prologue

Hello and welcome! Well this is my first actual book in a long time so I'll keep the authors note short lol. I'm super excited about this piece and I hope you all enjoy!
~Drew

I hummed as I walked along the empty street. My way lighted by streetlights and stars. The moon shone brightly as I thought of your eyes and how, if you had been with me, you would have danced under the night sky gleefully. Sadly, you can no longer do such things with me.
My tune changes, mournful and slow. My eyes turn downward, no longer caring where my feet led me on this night that oh so painfully reminded me of you. I continued on my way to our old safe haven, nothing but the sound of my footsteps and song disturbing the serenity.
The arms of sleep opened to me once I found myself secure in the sheets of our bed. My dreams haunted by your face, smell, taste, and feel. I longed for you to wake me with gentle caresses once more. Sadly, no amount of wishing could bring you back.
Breakfast was slow, nothing interesting occurred as I sat munching on my cereal in our empty apartment. I had work so there was no time to sit and reflect. No time to reminisce the days when you would twirl around the kitchen, making something warm and filling for breakfast.
Work was hard, the hospital filled with patients needing me to save them. Some would never be saved, others would escape this place of death and sadness. I walked past the room where I had lost you. I had to move past my failure, it was what you would want.
Nothing much had changed with my routine. No one treated me any differently, why would they? They hadn't known that the patient I had lost a month ago was you. They didn't know that I had gone home and stared at a wall from our bed until sunrise because I couldn't sleep without you. I came, I did my job, and I left. I tried so hard to stay strong for you.
Time moved quickly though, a month turned into a year. I still missed you dreadfully, but I was better. I had found your letters. Your "open when" letters. I try so hard not to rip them all open at once so I can read them and hear your voice, see your beautiful looping cursive. The urge became less intense with time, but the one you left for my future lover still causes my hands to twitch with need every time I see it. I had always wondered how you knew certain things before they happened, but now I will never get to ask.