The White Wolf Is A Man

My feet were hurting from all the running. Tears became a part of the rain that made my hair hug my face while running down my skin and the fabric that was covering my body. Her words were still going through my head as the wind was making me shiver. My own mother was not able to understand me. "Explain" that is what she asked. That's all, but I'm a failure when it comes to explaining. Why do we always need words for explaining? Why can't they just get it? I don't for how long was I running. But something that I did know was that I was tired. I showed down to walking now as I was already far from my house. Good ! I wasn't planning on returning either. I stopped at a bus stop. closed my eyes and took a long breath. letting the smell of fresh rain meeting the soil calm me down. After a while I felt someone's presence around me. I opened my eyes and then I looked to my right. That's when I saw that there was a boy sitting beside me. He was beautiful. Dark hair, tall stature and very beautiful face structure. He was definitely the type of guy who could get my attention in no time. He had his head leaned back, his eyes closed while he was listening to some music. I didn't realised for how long was I staring at him until he started speaking. " you know staring is not a polite thing. " I was dumbfounded. He caught me staring and I couldn't be more embarrassed. " I... I'm sorry. " It's better to admit than to give a pathetic excuse. But something was weird. Just looking at this man beside me made me feel at ease. Which is wrong, I mean he could be a murderer and I'm all alone with him right now. " Are you okay? " He asked out of nowhere in the softest voice ever used for me. His eyes were still closed. Why would he ask me that? " Uh.. yes, yes I'm okay. " He opened his eyes and looked at me. That's when I noticed that he wasn't wearing his earphones anymore. When did he take them out? " I won't ask you what happened, it will make you uncomfortable. " He started, " But I would say that we often tend to put all of our expectations on one person. For humans it's hard to meet everyone's every single expectation. And especially when we want them to understand our those feelings that we can't even explain ourselves. " To say I was shocked would be an understatement. He said he won't ask me what happened but he said everything that I needed to hear like he knew everything already. " Wait, how did you know that's what I was going through? " I asked him. I mean what'sthepoint in hiding it now. " I don't, but sometimes there are some sort feelings that only a person who has been through them understands. " His words, his voice, it was drawing me more towards him. He was intriguing me more and more. " Who are you? I mean what's your name? " He smiled, still looking deep into my eyes. " Don't worry, there will be plenty of instances where you will get to know my identity. " I was confused by his words but before I could ask him what he meant, the voice of my mother interrupted us. " Noor, Oh my God. Where were you? " She breathing fast, a clear indication that she was running. Was she looking for me? But why? " I... I was with... " when I turned to point at the guy there was no one. " With? " My mother asked. Where did he go? I couldn't answer my mother because I too was shocked. On either of our sides there was clear road. Even if he ran, we could've still seen him. " Noor, it's not safe here. Let's go. " Even though I didn't wanted to go in the beginning, something about the conversation with the unknown guy changed my mind. I quietly followed my mother to go back home but kept turning around to check if I could still see him. Even as I was walking back home and he was gone, his presence still lingered around me. His eyes, his scent, his voice and his words " don't worry there will be plenty of instances where you will get to know my identity. " What did he mean by that? And that feeling when I was with him? Like a child being cradled, like being home after a long day of work. Who was he?