We Will Meet Again

Moments. Seconds. Minutes. Hours. Days. A week. It had been a whole week since he had run into the beautiful, teal eyed woman by the name of Meili. A whole week since he had been able to look into her mesmerizing eyes, hear her infections laughter, roll around in the dirt like a pup again with her. How could someone he'd only met for scarcely an hour have such an affect on him? He had hardly done anything once back in Valhalla. The young Adravendi had stuck to his selected resting spot, only venturing away to fetch himself some food or water, the occasional midnight stroll to allow his muscles to breathe. But other than that, Gael hardly did anything. He couldn't get the smaller woman out of his mind. She invaded his every thought, plaguing him constantly, weighing down heavily on him. He could still see her face as she'd tried to turn him down as gently as she could manage. That moment replayed in his mind every night, startling him from his sleep, the heart-wrenching feeling constricting his chest and stealing his breath away. He had to get a grip on himself. She had just been a passing rogue, another wolf of the hundreds that he had met during his travels. He had no reason to get attached to her. No reason.


And yet he found himself venturing back to the same spot, the whistling willows as he had figured out the place was called. Everyday day he would wander back in hopes of running into her again, but each time it was a disheartening disappointment after another. Had she truly disappeared from his life from good? He knew obsessing over wasn't healthy for him; it wasn't doing him any good. But he couldn't stop. He just couldn't. She was like an addiction to him, pulling him back to the same spot, the exact place where she had crash landed against the willow, tangled in the elongated limbs, shyly asking him if he could help her. If it got really bad he would allow himself to rest in the imprint her body had left behind, inhaling her scent, committing to memory. There was something seriously wrong with him. He had never been like this about another woman. So why was he like this about Meili?


He was back again; back to the whistling willows. He'd had no luck the past week, but he couldn't keep himself away from that place. He couldn't stop himself from hoping that this time would be different. That this time she would actually be there. That he would see her again. Ivory dipped paws carried the young man back to whistling willows, cerulean gaze dancing across the familiar territory. He followed the worth out path he'd made from his daily trips for the past week. Part of him hoped that he would see her today, but he didn't expect it. He hadn't seen for an entire week, so why should today be any different. He was nearly there when a familiar scent, one he thought he'd never encounter again, filled his nostrils. Instead of freezing, it spurred the young man on, his jog turning into a full on gallop as he rushed back into the familiar place, gaze darting this way and that way, searching for her familiar figure. There. The same place they had first met. She was lying beside the willow, facing away from him. His heart stuttered in his chest as he froze, a few yards between him and Meili, unsure if he was really believing what he was seeing. She'd come back...Could it be possible that she had missed him too?



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