Look Away

He could feel it. The anger. It boiled silently through his veins, searing his entire being.

But he still couldn’t bring himself to hate her.

She thought he was stupid and ignorant. He probably was stupid for not hating her like he should.

Anger wanted him to lash out when she looked away, when her attention was on anything else but him – when her eyes wandered away from him and towards her latest flavor of the month. He wanted to hurt her like she was hurting it. Painfully. Slowly.

And then she’d look back at him. He smiled every time. 

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Dead

They’d left her for dead.

He ran as fast as his legs could muster, even when they felt like crumbling underneath all the pressure and his lungs felt like they were burning in his chest. They thought they were careful and had things been different, he wouldn’t have seen anything. But he caught a glimpse – the sight of blood trickling down the face of the limp girl one of them carried in his arms. 

They tossed her away like a rag doll and fled. 

The coast was clear. He came closer.

 

His heart fell when he realized he knew her.

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Never Let Me Go

“I can’t do this, damn it!”

“You haven’t even tried.” You remind me wryly. “You can do it. I promise. Do it little by little. Don’t be afraid. I’m right here.”

My lower lip quivers. “You won’t let me go, right?”

“I’ll even catch you if you fall.” You wink.

I suck in a sharp breath, gripping the handles tightly. I can do this.

Hesitantly, I begin to move my legs one at a time and I felt myself move slowly. I’m moving. I really can do it, just like you said.

You never let go of my bike throughout. 

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Advesperascit

Fleur stands by the window; a hand resting lightly against the window pain as she watches the approaching evening, taking away the yellows, oranges, reds and pinks in the sky.

Slowly but surely, it appears – one beautiful full moon.

She sighs, lowering her eyes until her gaze falls on him, watching as he sits outside on the soft sand and gazes up at the moon.

Bill will never be a werewolf.

But he will always be drawn to the moon from now on.

Fleur sighs once again, grabbing a nearby blanket, and joins her husband out under the pale moonlight.

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