The Wolf In Me

Part 1 The day it all began

I was crossing the road to the busy street off to work at seven-thirty in the morning. My daily routine was getting me bored and was almost convinced of changing my job. I worked as a journalist

hotographer at a news printing press and lately, we were having the same type of stories which started with the title BORING. I met Lylah as I was waiting for the lift to arrive.

"Morning Luka. How are you today?" She asked shyly with that vibrant smile of hers.

"Morning dear. All the better for seeing your smile," I said hoping I would get her attention.

She giggled and pressed level two on the lift which is for the editing press offices. I pressed level 5 and walked next to Lylah watching the door close.

"Care for a drink after our shift?" I asked her nervously hoping she would accept my offer this time.

"Yeah, thanks Luka but I'd rather go to sleep after work. I have been working for days and nights and I am missing my bed a lot," she told me gazing at her dress trying to avoid eye contact.

"Next time then," I said as I gaped at her face momentarily.

We have been friends for a very long time and unfortunately, she friend-zoned me. She is a super cheerful person, energetic, innocent and cute but shies away from men. It was her twenty-sixth birthday recently and I never remember her being with anyone. My eyes followed her as she was leaving the lift.

"Good day, Lylah," I shouted out before the door closed.

I sighed and then turned to face the mirror. A well-toned guy like me still does not convince her for a date. I fixed my short brown hair and ran my fingers against my beard, checking if I managed to shorten it all in one size the previous day, then seconds later I heard the lift door open.

"Morning Sean," I said to the tall guy as I was heading out of the lift.

He worked so hard all the time, he barely knows how to have fun.

"Morning Luka," he responded with a tired face.

I walked through the corridor and into my office. I placed the suitcase on the table and started to unlock it to take out the usual stuff I needed for the day on the table.

Rrrrinnnggg rrrrinngggg.

"oh no, not while I am still settling down," I spoke to myself. "Hello. The daily news printing press, Luka speaking how may I help?"

I waited for a while to hear a voice from the other side of the line and then hung up. This was the fifth day that I was receiving calls like this. No one answerers. I would hear someone breathing heavily but they don't respond. I sat down at the table and phoned our helper Linda to bring me coffee and switched on the laptop.

you today?" She asked with a

Have a good day," I said still typing on the laptop hoping she would stop looking

with me, unlike Lylah. If only she was her. Linda kept staring at me then I looked up at her raising my

something you want from me, Linda?" I asked hoping she would

the office. I

said popping in her head again,

for me not to scream at her from within myself. I took a deep breath to

I said back to make her

that she

be interviewed on the twenty-eight

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low toned familiar

thought so I lifted my head towards his tall figure

a few seconds. His dark-skinned, shaved head was shining from the unnatural lighting in my office, making him look

are you?"

that makes me feel intimidated when he is even ten meters away from me considering he always wanted everything spotless, on time and

bring me a good story," he said sharply, not wasting time with long

photo. I kept staring at it hoping to understand

back," he

disappear behind the door

I thought

hurriedly

you, please!?" I heard the squeaky annoying voice from

time Linda," I yelled out, feeling too

for a moment, watching her shocked face turn into a grin, has enjoyed it,

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"Life is a waterfall, we drink from the river and then we turn up we put up our walls," I sang aloud with the song from my all-time favourite cd of System of a down as I was

it look modernized. Vintage cars were my soft spot, something I took after my dad, may God bless his soul. He passed away in an accident when he was driving back home from work, died at just the age of fifty-five. Oh how much

When I go home she always waits for me to have dinner so we

best to keep moving forward. Unfortunately, the glow she once had in her