When I got there I looked around but I couldn't see him. I felt tears rush to my eyes and I sat down on the ground trying not to cry. My attempt failed and I felt the tears fall from my face. "Maggie?" I looked up and there he was. "How do you know my name?" I asked quietly with my head down to hide the tears. " I just do." He was sitting in front of me and I looked up at him and he smiled back at me. "What do you want?" I questioned as harshly as I could, mentally slapping myself for coming. For pete's sake he's a werewolf and I'm a vampire it's wrong. "I just wanted to see you again." I looked at him and he must've gotten a mental message because he abrubtly stood up, looked down at me one last time then raced off. I must've sat there for hours before I went back home.
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good work, same problem here as with the last one. but good.
cheers
Hunter~
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Hay, speaking as another wolf. This is brilliants !!!
I really like how much impact that prose had in such a small capacity. To lovers divided: two races against each other , but in love.
VERY WELL DONE
Blake x
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