Diamonds for Tears

Black Wolf

Rose

„What are you talking about?” had to ask. One of us is going to be called crazy. And here I was hoping that he would like me. Oh, well, I guess you can’t have everything you wish for.

„How or who told you about the wolf? About my wolf in particular.” He asked me with a voice that was demanding, like it didn’t belong to him, it was low and almost a growl.

„I honestly don’ …”

„DO NOT DARE LIE TO ME!” he screamed at me. How dare he scream at me? I should be afraid. But I am not, because deep down I somehow know that he won’t hurt me.

„I’m not dishonest. And don’t dare use that tone with me again! Got that?” honestly I have no clue where that confidence came from. But I like it so much!

„I’m sorry! But please tell me what do you think you know so I can fill in the rest!” he is so cute with his scrunched eyebrows, he looks lost, like a lost puppy and it makes me want to hug him and kiss him.

„Ok. Just promise me one thing.”

„Sure. Anything.”

„Do not laugh because of what I am going to tell you. Promise?”

„Yes, I promise!”

„I had a dream. And in that dream, I saw you shift into a beautiful jet-black wolf. And you, your wolf came to me, licked my face. And well … I hugged him … I felt so safe with him! I kind of blurted that out because I have no brain to mouth filter and I tend to say a lot of things. Please say something! Don’t stare at me like that, you are scaring me, I don’t want to go to the looney-bin. I am to pretty to go to jail.”

He stared at me for a few seconds, making the situation feel to me like minutes. But his eyes were not saying I was crazy, it was more a look of relief.

„First of all, you are very beautiful! Second you are not crazy. Third I love the fact that you have no brain to mouth filter!”

What next? We just keep staring at each other?

I guess not, because the next second he grabs my wrist and we walk outside. Through the kitchen doors and in the beautiful garden.

The garden is filled with the most wonderful roses, my favourite flowers, even if my name is Rose, why should I not like them? The smell is mixed because as far as I notice there are different types of roses, from climbing roses to the ones that make big flowers. And do not judge me because I do not know their names. It is enough for me to know that they smell wonderful and are a sight to see.

From my admiring the roses I did not notice that Matteo was looking at me.

„Do you like the roses?”

„Ahem, excuse you, I adore them!” making my smile so wide that even he started to smile.

„Let’s go, I have something to show you!”

„I hope you are not taking me into the woods to kill me.”

But he just looked back at me and smiled. Ah, that smile make me forget my name.

We stopped at a clearing with beautiful wild flowers, blue wild flowers.

„Here we are. Hope you like it. It is my special place, where I come to think.”

„I love it. I can see why. It is secluded, perfect to hide a body and said body will be fertiliser for these gorgeous blue flowers.”

„I love you but you are weird!”

As soon as those words flew out of his mouth, I could see him tense up. He did not even look back at me. Maybe he got scared of my reaction.

Ok, so he said that he loved me. There are plenty of ways to love someone. Right?

My only thought was to kiss him. So, I went for it.

It only took me three steps to reach him, his back was still facing me. I reached for his hand and encouraged him to turn so I could face him.

He turned to face me slowly, like a scared puppy, his eyes were closed.

That only made me smile.

Slowly I reached to brush my lips to his. It is like he froze, afraid to open his eyes and all of this to be a dream. Where is the big bad boy now?

I only brushed my lips to his, and placed his arms on my hips. Because I wanted to see his wolf.

„Show me your wolf!” I whispered on his lips.