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.

snow slowly dropped on

snow crystals starting

a genuine smile appeared on his lips. He was perfect, far from how imperfect I am. Why would he want

throat.

Too many emotions swirling inside of me. I remembered Elony's

I'm all ears." He reached to hold my hand but I put it in my back fast like fire on the

lingered on my now hidden hand on my back. "What's

bit tired now that I noticed it, there was a dark semi-circle under his eyes. It seems he was

low voice, wanting all of these unwanted questions and confusion to end. I felt betrayed. I thought at least he would respect my

getting a toll on him. Irritation slowly showing on his face

understand.

Don't you ever dare call me that again?" I was done with him calling me nicknames. I am not

forefinger and thumb, and

a cloud!" Is

softly. "You are like a little cloud, sometimes bright, sometimes

How could he still throw jokes when I am right beside