dinsdag 24 januari 2012

Sunday II

So, she had found his mistake. Adras saw the girl leaving, and not long after that he watched Garyl going home. Softly he walked with her, as a true gentlemen, only he was in his wolf shape.
He thought about the girl he had taken for Garyl. He had never been so foolish as that night, and yet, he had to bite another human again, this time the right girl, but still… How was is possible that Garyl hadn’t changed? He wanted her to, and she wanted it sure as hell too.
His paws made soft patting sounds on the roofs until he reached Garyls place. He watched her going in, lights went on and Adras was just about to leave when he saw someone knocking on her front door. Not much later, Garyl appeared, a dark figure in a beam of light from the hallway.
“Oh, hi, Mech. What’s up?”
“Not much, haven’t seen you for a while now, wondered if you where alright.”
From across the street, and on top of a building, Adras heard everything and could even see her smiling.
“Yeah, just tired, so I thought I would skip some school and get some sleep. Wanna come in?”
Of course he wants to come in! he thought. Mech was a friend of Garyl, which he didn’t like. But Garyl insisted he was nice and that Mech was just the kind of friend she needed at school, so he had tried not to nag about it too often.
And, indeed, they went in. The delicate, bittersweet aroma of mocha coffee stirred his nose. He began to regret his decision of following her, instead of just talking to her.