These lexis kept on reminding me how two worlds can never collide in murky ways…

“If you choose me over her, you’ll loose everything in your world… but if you choose her instead of me…. you’ll just loose me and no more.”

It kept on repeating on my skull, the thoughts, the memories, the love she offered and still offering to me… How did it end this way? Why did it end this way? Why?

Admonishing to divulge that this is a big mistake, I let it happen between the two of us. I did not give any promise to her; I just stared at her every now and then. The feelings imparted to our very skin began to flourish as the time became erratic. Minutes then turned into hours and into days and weeks even more, fate did its part to meet our paths as often as the sun rises everyday. Leaving the reality on the corners of the shadow and living in world where ennui is deficient, that became the edict of our dispirited liaison.
But I have to formulate a verdict that would possibly finish this fancy; I have to make things right. It’s unhealthy for us to continue this insanity I should say, for it breaks every breathing being as well as the not-human being who witnesses our fender-bender contact.
She’s not one of our kind and the fact that she’s a forbidden matter of our clan, makes my mind outburst and my heart to grow. I have no heart for I was not born for it; but when I began to know and be involved with her…it was nurtured with her magnanimous love.
The moment came when farewell knocks on our door to get her away from me…I want to congeal the time and steal her away, so far away that even any map finder cannot uncover us.

But that’s the way it has to be…

Things have to be done this way…

I have to let go of her to continue my existence; maybe without her presence I can do stuffs I usually do as a nightwalker… she may be gone for now but our paths will soon meet again; I can sense it, it’s skin-crawling.

My name is “Elliot”, I’m a lycanthrope… and this is my story.