Lone Wolf
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awriterbynight
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Come, sit child, and I will tell you a story. A legend if you will. About a boy and a girl. The boy, as all boys were, was handsome and all of the girls loved him. He was cocky and spiteful, he believed that he could have anything he wanted. The girl, not like all the other girls, was beautiful inside and outside.

Lone Wolf

Come, sit child, and I will tell you a story. A legend if you will. About a boy and a girl.

The boy, as all boys were, was handsome and all of the girls loved him. He was cocky and spiteful, he believed that he could have anything he wanted.

The girl, not like all the other girls, was beautiful inside and outside. She was compassionate and kind, she believed that she got what she needed and never wanted any thing more.

The boy, believing he could win her heart like all the others, set his sights on the girl.

"My, my, you are more beautiful than the moon in the sky," said the boy, cornering her with his devilish smirk. The girl smiled softly and looked at him with soft grey eyes.

"You exaggerate, kind sir. The moon, lonely as she may be, has more beauty than I," she said humbly.

"Come now, have dinner with me and I will show you how beautiful you are," the boy said, leaning in closer

The girl, knowing his intentions, shook her head softly and put a warm hand on his cheek. "I know your intentions and I would have to refuse. My heart cannot be won with loose words with no meaning. You may get what you want, but you cannot have me without work." The girl said as she softlt kissed his cheek and walked away.

The boy angered by not getting what he wanted soon fell prey to the darkness and turned into a dark coated wolf. He threw away what he had and went on his own, only to become the lone wolf.

He never saw that the girl had looked back upon the boy and wished with all of her heart that he would have fought for her.

He often saw the girl, between his thoughts and his memories. And the girl often saw him, running through the woods.

Now, now, don't cry my child. Hush. She never lost him, she carried him through his pain. And he never lost her, he carried her in his heart, never to be stolen away.

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