Eva's POV

Have you ever been at a place you found most beautiful of all, at the time of night most comforting to your soul? That was me, at 10:37 PM laying on the soft grass of the place I adored most; the forest. I might have been mad for choosing that time of night to be alone with nature's beauty and a poem book, but I needed space big enough to ease my silent cries. I sighed as I looked at the book in front of me. I took a lantern to the forest with me, my eyes worked perfectly but were still no match for the dark.



When my love swears that
she is made of truth,
I do believe her
though I know she lies.
That she might think me
some untutor'd young,
Unskilful in the world's flase forgeries.
Thus vainly thinking that
she thinks me young,
although I know my years be
past the best.



I blew a few strands of hair from my face after I shook my head. Shakespeare, Shakespeare, Shakespeare. There was never something more beautiful to me than reading Shakespeare's work. That is at least, until he came.


My phone buzzed in my pocket for the fourth time. I gently folded the edge of the paper where I was reading The Passionate Pilgrim before I closed the book and gathered my things to head back home again.


Some might call me selfish for running away at night to escape my mother's constant moods, but I didn't need them. She was pregnant, and that's a really beautiful thing; to bring a new life into the world. But with everything that was going on, I didn't need any of that. I needed space, space to get lost in poems and the forest.
Because reality didn't feel like reality anymore. It felt like a dream I was stuck in, and in that dream, everyone around me seemed happy. Though me, I was never happy. I were sad for an unknown reason. I wanted to escape; I didn't belong. Yes, I was a teenager, I got my moods like any other teenage girl, but my feelings and thoughts had nothing to do with that. Inner battles are what I like to call them now.


As I walked back home in the darkness of the empty street, my thoughts went back to the wolf's cries that I didn't hear for two weeks.

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"That's it class," my French teacher announced as the bell rung.


I slowly packed my books and pencil into my bag before standing from my seat. With one look at Harry who was staring out of the window into the rainy cold, I made my way to the lunch room. My eyes found Violet as soon as I stepped into the lunch room. Busy bodies rushed into the room whilst the smell of burned bread and tomato soup filled the air.


"Beautiful lady," Violet greeted me with a bright smile once I reached her.


I always found it strange and interesting how she was constantly smiling and happy, even on rainy days when everyone else seemed as off as the weather.


"Hi Violet," I returned a smile as we reached our usual table.


A few people joined us soon after and talk of gossip was exchanged between the laughing teenagers. I couldn't concentrate on their conversation though, because I was distracted by Harry who was 6 feet away from me. For the first time, I saw him smiling. Though the feeling of jealousy washed over me because he was smiling with a female that I didn't know. Not jealous because he actually talked to her, jealous because he actually smiled and I craved to see him smiling. Two clear dimples popped up on his cheeks as he threw his head back in laughter. The sound was beautiful and it traveled through the small lunch room. A frown slowly found its way onto my face.


"Who is that?" I asked, pointing at the girl.


"New in school," Violet nodded.


"From America," a male I've learned goes by Gibbe added.

I stole one last look at Harry before I stood from my chair to exit the lunch room. Overwhelming feelings flooded me all at once. I stormed out of the lunch room and collided with another body.


"Hey girl," female arms wrapped around my shoulders as I tried to steady myself. I looked up into the most beautiful blue eyes.


"Perrie," I returned a smile.


"Why are you in such a rush?" She teased as she pulled my body along with her.


I tried thinking of a reason to escape her, but my mind waa empty as soon as my eyes landed on Harry. Zayn looked up and smiled at Perrie as soon as we reached their table.


"Well?" Perrie turned to me. Zayn folded his arms around her small waist and pulled her to his chest.


"I-" I started, then swallowed a lump when everyone except Harry looked at me. The female Harry was with merely minutes before eyed me with a frown, whilst Harry stared at the empty table.


"I need the ladies room," I hesitated as I looked at the exit.


"Well it's packed now anyway," Perrie shurgged. "I've just been."


The brunette female cleared her throat and rose her eyebrows at Perrie.


"Oh, right," Perrie chuckled as she unfolded herself from Zayn's arms. "Guys this is Eva. Eva this is Zayn, Harry and Michelle."


Michelle offered a friendly smile and Zayn stood to give me a hug. I smiled up at him then waved at Michelle.


"Care to join us for lunch?" Zayn winked.


I eyed their empty lunch table then frowned at him. "Actually, I have to get going," I tried my best to hide my disappointment from Harry not greeting me, but it showed by my eyes not leaving him.


Harry looked up at Perrie with his bottom lip held between his teeth before his eyes met mine. The room fell silent to me as I stared into his eyes. He let go of his lip and a blinked a few times. The moment reminded me of a movie I saw once; Hotel Transylvania. In the movie, the characters 'zinged' in a moment simular to the one I shared with Harry. Or so I thought at least. In the movie, when you 'zing' with some that person is your soulmate. By the look in his eyes, it seemed as if the same emotions filled him. He shook his head violently and stood from his chair, causing the chair to fall down on the floor with a crash. Eyes landed on the scene and I begun feeling uncomfortable. With a mumble of "I was afraid of this," he stormed out of the room.

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That night, the wolf cried for the first time in two weeks. The wolf's cries soothed my blue mood. The cries matched my mood, too. I longed to know what saddened the wolf. My reason for feeling blue was Harry's attitude towards me and his words just before he left. Perhaps the wolf's reason for feeling blue, was loss.

Notes

Ola lovies! First update in two months - I know right? I suck. So I've been busy but I'm back now! This book is now on Wattpad by the same name. Check it out ♡ Please go read my other books too. And I'd like to thank my co-author for being patient with me. Uhm.. I know this chapter may not be the best. I'm sorry for that.

Much, much love! -Telichia xox