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She hadn’t seen him in what felt like forever. He had been away longer than he had anticipated and it had left her almost jumping out of her skin. Odessa wasn’t a fan of long distance, especially considering how much of a toucher she was. She didn’t know what it was but, she needed to touch. If it wasn’t a hand through his hair it was a leg draped across him, if it wasn’t her fingers dancing along his back it was her small kisses along his neck. That wouldn’t be a problem tonight, she could finally embrace him and feel his warmth and talk until all hours of the night like they used to.

Don’t get her wrong, she was proud of him. Jesus, she was full of so much pride it almost poured out of her. She wasn’t one to brag but, she had loved him before he was playing on the radio. She could remember when his hit song was just one or two lines in her bedroom at five in the morning. She was glad that he was living his dreams but, it didn’t stop her from missing him like she was missing a piece of herself. So she’d done her hair, done her make-up and worn a beautiful dress, he said they’d be going somewhere fancy. Odessa was used to burgers and milkshakes but, who was she to say no?

She got extra dolled up for him, though he never insisted she did. If he loved her in her Sunday sweatpants, he would love her in anything she hoped. Soon enough it reached the designated time and she couldn’t even wait for him to come to her door, she made her way out texting him that she would be outside. Odessa was so excited she almost wanted to squeal a little bit, soon enough her nerves and excitement came to a peak when she saw him. Her smile wide and with a little hair flip, Odessa greeted him with a cheesy gesture of herself.

“Is this fancy enough?” She asked him with small laugh and resisting the urge to run into his arms.

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in the woods {001}

The pine needles stick into her back, as she stretches she can feel them leaving the encasement they had made in her skin. Her head feels so full and pulsing, like the world’s worst hangover multiplied by a million. Every one of her limbs stings with new bruises and scrapes, each marking drawing a map along her body of the curse she endures every full moon. Valentina used to cry when she woke up from a change, she used to cry a lot, now it’s almost like she’s numbed herself out of it. She realizes that isn’t exactly healthy but, she couldn’t keep turning into a sobbing mess after this beast inside her decided to make an appearance. As she lifted her naked body from the ground, Valentina looked around for the markings she left on the trees to take her back to her backpack.

Following the baby blue ribbons, Valentina clutched her exposed flesh hoping that she wouldn’t be found in her barest state again. It’s happened more than once and it almost feels the group of hunters and fishermen almost make it their mission to come out here in hopes of seeing her. Soon enough she finds her bag and begins slipping on her clothes, trying not to pay too much attention to the discoloration on her skin. She’s putting on her shoes when she hears a branch crack, she doesn’t know if it’s her regular hearing or her wolf, her face instantly darts to look at who made the sound, her senses on high alert.

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Saturday Morning {001}

It’s Saturday and like every Saturday the brunette is placing her key into the same door she knows almost, if not better, than her own. Martha has a boat load of classes and a full time internship but, Saturdays are her free days and those days are spent pestering George left and right. She comes with food and doesn’t even knock anymore, after she had received the key to George’s place, he didn’t answer her knocks anymore.

As she set their breakfast on his table, she called out to him. Sometimes Martha wondered if she didn’t come to rouse him out of his slumber if he’d even get up today. Her hands fiddled with cardboard cup holder as she pulled her coffee out and took a whiff of the scent she associated with survival. Martha needed her coffee that was for sure, soon enough she called again, this time a little louder.

“George, your food will get cold!” She spoke, taking it a step further, “You’re not going to make me eat alone, are you?”