The Werewolf and the Human

When are you Saying Goodbye?

There she was. She somehow looked worse than she did that night. There were several bruises on her face. She avoided using her left hand as much as possible. Her hair was red, but just a touch brighter red than I had first thought that it was. She was wearing a giant t-shirt. She was drinking a milkshake while watching her friend eat a burger and fries. “You should go over and say something to her,” the doctor said, pushing me a little.

              It was then that I realized that I had been staring at her for too long, and he had probably noticed that I was taking in her features. I was watching her face. Remembering every detail that there was to remember. I wasn’t going to be seeing her face again, and I was trying to remember her details. I tried to make her memory stick, but I didn’t know why. “Not yet,” I growled.

              “When?” he asked.

              The truth was that I wasn’t ready for her to be gone forever. I wasn’t ready for her to leave my memory.  I wanted her. She was more attractive than any other human that I had seen. Damn, I didn’t need to clarify. She was the most attractive creature that I had ever seen. “When she is leaving. I don’t want a scene,” I growled. “I don’t need her asking any more questions.”

              “More questions?”

              “She has been asking a lot of questions. That’s what Nicole has said,” I said, looking toward her.

              “What kind of questions?’ the doctor asked me as Winifred came walking up to us.

              “Are you eating together?” she asked us.

              I glared at the doctor. I had no intentions of eating with him, but my intentions had changed, and I didn’t have a choice but to sit with him. “Yes,” I said, looking at her.

              She quickly walked us over to a table, far from the human as possible. I wasn’t sure that I liked that but knew that I couldn’t say anything with the doctor there. “Can I get you anything while you look over the menus?” she asked us. I said no, and she walked away from us.

“As you were saying,” the doctor said to me.

              “What?” I asked him.

              “You said that she was asking questions. What kind of questions was she asking?”