Barely Breathing

It was late afternoon and the sky was dark, creating a halo of dim light enough to make you want to stay in bed, wrapped up like a cocoon while enjoying a hot chocolate moment.

The beauty of dark, strong withering trunk and brown almost dull branches devoid of leaves outweighs its lifeless appeal. Any moment now, snow would come and paint everything in white.

It is amazing how nature had to be disrobed of colorful flowers, leaves, wildflowers, the beauty it has, leaving everything bare and lifeless in able for spring to come and replace what was lost into something more beautiful and more colorful.

Just as how life works.

This moment should have been perfect. Alone in the woods, enjoying its lifeless beauty if not me waiting for the alpha to come.

Hurt, anger, confusion, fear are messing with my emotions, turning them into a hurricane of swirling regrets and what-ifs.

Some might think I was overreacting. But no one would really understand the extent of pain one is going through even if you look them in the eye. The eyes don't give it all away.

I knew he was near even before he made his presence known because for unknown reasons, I always knew when he's around. It's an instinct which never led me wrong.

"Beautiful. Like the first snow of the year." Xyrus' deep voice held sincerity in it.

warmly just as the snow slowly dropped on his black hair. I always wanted that shade instead of my fiery

looked up at the sky and noticed little snow crystals starting to descend slowly in a synchronize

from his shirt earlier showing his chiseled chest and a genuine smile appeared on his lips. He was perfect, far from how imperfect I am. Why would he want someone

his throat. "You

cracked voice. Too many emotions swirling inside of me. I remembered Elony's words of me being claimed, the

all ears." He reached to hold my hand but I put it in my back fast like fire on the skin which made that thin line

my now hidden hand on my

a bit tired now that I noticed it, there was a dark

questions and confusion to end. I felt betrayed. I thought at least he would respect my decision

a toll on him.

understand. Princess, what's this all

call me that! Don't you ever dare call me that again?" I was done with him calling me nicknames. I am not special in any way, just a girl who

with his forefinger and thumb, and then smirked. He seemed to be thinking hard then

am not a cloud!" Is he

 "You are like a little cloud, sometimes bright, sometimes dark... depends on your mood." He

he still