Diana
He was mean.
He might not have been the best at interpersonal relationships. He scowled like the devil and downright acted like one.
That still didn’t mean I should hate him.
In fact, that just prompted me to look deeper.
And I was right.
There he was – the mortal that we all were. Hidden deep beneath all those layers of “monster” was the alpha wolf no one wanted to see.
Well, I wasn’t no one.
We sat in the candle room for a while, simply enjoying the silence…or being tormented by it. Each candle forced me to create a picture in my head, one that I might have been exaggerated…or worse.
Underexaggerated.
I wanted to relate to him so badly. I wanted him to know that someone out there understood. I wanted to be that person.
Not because I was trying to be kind to him for any
