Am a werewolf .

a memory...

 I never thought i would one day ever, allow anyone to hunt my mind, soul, in a most amusing and weird way. I think that personality is another kind of witchcraft to some people, and am afraid that i may be one of whom unfortunately fell under that spell.

It was a long Monday, cold evening of December, the sun was almost gone; if i can remember well, about half and four: i missed the college bus because of uncountable students, it wasn't enough to have everyone inside of it. The next one is at six, so i took an isolated place on a corner near the infirmary building in front of the bus station: it has 2 flours, navy blue , black and white windows , half open door all the time, sad and no one went there most of the time ,I sat there alone ; playing with my phone , watching the nature, counting trees , time didn't seem to pass at all! The wind was blowing strong that day, and i couldn't feel my foots anymore, I wish i wore more clothing! While lost in the moon, there were a shape of a man approaching me slowly: i felt it familiar due to his walk, my looks were still on the ground, he continued approaching very calmly as if he was counting the steps. I looked up then right in his eyes : plain white shirt, black shoes, mustard pant and a small plastic cup in his left hand, the right one seems to be accidently dirtied with coffee. He asked for a napkin politely I gave him one, then he sat beside me . It is strange for me to just sit like that?? with a complete stranger without having him ask first .But dear god i know him already! I have spoken to him last year ; only once we were at the beginning of college, I remember this cute face now........... i remember it very well , he's the one who started talking with full energy , with his friend near my friends and me ,while the bus was on the road ; i was completely exhausted back then ! He was so much talkative for a men, unlike now ; steady as a mountain and calm as a graveyard. I wonder what changed him in a year..?

_Hello. Said he

_Oh... Hi. I replied surprised. You still remember me ?

_....He nodded his head yes and smiled.

So that was our second meet , i was really shocked that he still remember me ,he missed the bus too as i guessed, i didn't noticed him there! For some reasons i had the idea that he wanted something from me but no, we only spoke of random subjects, as if we were old friends who didn't meet for long! I was so tired, The odd thing is that i was reacting with him, and answering , though i didn't really want to say a word! The subject we took for an hour was: books, novels, writers, dreams that both of us didn't accomplish yet. The stressing thing is that he was near me; he is that kind of persons who tells a story with their eyes before their mouth.

_ You know what i wished to be really after studies?? He asked confidently.

_A writer ?? i said randomly.

_ No , a French literature teacher. Responded he.

_Why don't you then, try to be one ??

_It shall be a waist; to study mechanic for 5 years, then be a teacher, don't you think?

_Yeah, i guess so , but you'll be doing what you like. I said

_what about you ? what would you do if you weren't a biologist? I felt him trying to change the subject .

_A surgeon. I said quietly : am into blood. His eyes widen, as if i said (a terrorist) or something!

_hhhh, Good why didn't you then study medicine instead?

_I didn't attend the required grade to study it really, moreover my parents were against it.

_ Really? why? It's an excellent work . Questioned he hesitatingly.

_Because of the night shift ....i answered very annoyed.