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The shuffle among the overgrown shrubs provided comfort for the girl with a red cloak. She carried a basket of cookies and fruit for her grandmother. She felt a pair of familiar eyes on her and let out a sigh.

Among the bushes, she knew, hid the wolf boy. Her blues eyes focused on the path in front. She must pretend that she hasn't noticed him. She has to keep feigning. Or else he'll disappear again, just like the time when she tried to approach him. Her gaze fell on the small note stuck on the basket. It had her name written on it: 'Little Red Riding Hood.'

The urge to tear the paper apart was overwhelming. She gritted her teeth. Oh how she loathed her name. She hated the fact that her fate will never change. Why did she have to be Red? Why did 'he' have to be the Wolf? This was unfair. The feelings caged inside of her won't ever be leashed out.

It was ridiculous. She had tasted the fruit of a forbidden love. The story man children knew always haunted her. It was 'The Little Red Riding Hood.' Strange, isn't it? The wolf and the girl in red were never meant to love each other, yet here she was walking the forest, hopelessly wishing to be able to touch him. What a useless thing to do, right?

She glanced into the shadows. A furry tail protruded out from behind the tree. She sighed deeply and continued her journey to her ill grandmother.

Her feelings for 'him' sprouted on the first day they met. It was one of the most memorable moments in her entire life. Wait… scratch that… it was the only memorable time in her life. She was instructed by her mother to visit grandma and bring her medicine.

"Don't talk to strangers," warned Red's mother.

Even though she took the words into serious consideration, it never stopped her from having the fateful meeting with 'him'.

Suddenly, she had a flashback of their first encounter.

She whimpered as she strode in the deep forest. Owls howled. Trees glared at her. Ominous shadows lurked in the darkness, as if it was waiting for a sign to pounce on her. She was so afraid that she didn't notice the red apple which toppled out of the basket.

A wolf who was licking his paws snapped his head up as he caught the scent of a sweet fruit. He leaped from his resting spot, hurling towards the aroma. Then he skidded to a stop when he saw her. He watched in curiosity. A fragile human was walking through here? That was rare. No one dared to do such a thing. Everyone was terrified of him.

His piercing sapphire eyes landed on the abandoned apple. She must have dropped it. Should he return it?

Red frantically searched through the bushes for monsters to jump out. Fear crawled under her skin. Every strand of hair prickled up. This was such a horrible idea. If her mother asked her to do this errand again, it'll only happen over her dead body.

A hand taped gently on her shoulder. She flinched. Her body trembled. Gulping, she turned her head.

Sea blue eyes locked onto a pair of deep sapphire. Without any warning, a strange emotion coursed through both of them like electricity. She took in a sharp breath. The wolf boy's ears perked up. They gazed at each other in wonder. It was as if the world stopped spinning. A silver thread sparked between them. They saw nothing but themselves. Their surroundings darkened, soon turning pitch black. Light radiated from their bodies and a peculiar taste of sweetness buzzed on their taste buds.

The whole experience nauseated Red. Her head rolled in circles, doing flips and turn overs in her mind. Thankfully, it was the wolf who snapped both of them back to reality.

He coughed. "Is this your apple?" He held it out to her, his voice mesmerizing and rich.

She hastily brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. "Thank you."

Gingerly returning it to her, he studied her features. Blonde curls fell to her shoulders, flicking inwards. Her skin was the colour of soft peach and a red cloak draped over her, obscuring her face when she leaned forward.

Red popped the apple back into the basket and looked up once more.

He was beautiful, she thought.

His luscious yellow hair tied back into a tiny ponytail. The lips curved into a perfect crescent moon. A human face and body – but the only inhuman feature was the tail and wolf ears.

"Who are you?" she asked.

He stiffened and mustered out, "The Wolf." He waited for her scream.

She didn't.

She stayed in her spot, unfazed. "Oh, my name is Little Red Riding Hood. Do you know a way out of this forest so I can visit my sick grandmother?"

"Grandmother?" he questioned. "Is that a place?"

She giggled, which surprised him even more. "No, of course not," she beamed, "It's a person related to me. Do you know a small cottage nearby?"

A light bulb clicked above his head. "Oh, a cottage, yes I do know!"

"Can you please guide the way?"

He jerked back. "Y-you request for m-my help?"

"Yes, is there something wrong?" She blinked innocently.

He shook his head. No one ever asked him that. Whenever he tried to approach a human, they'd always run away like an idiot, throwing out inappropriate language which is best not written for the audience to know. "Nothing, I'll show you where it is."

The journey was awkward. The wolf distanced from her. He wasn't entirely comfortable for another presence to be near him. Red tried to start a conversation numerous times. However it failed as he didn't reply. His heart had been pounding his rib cage. She was sweating nervously. The situation stayed like this until the trees began to part and a cosy cottage appeared a few metres away from them.

Red hurried forward. She had finally arrived to her destination. She could see her gentle grandmother sitting on a chair, knitting some socks. Wanting to thank him, she turned around. But he wasn't there anymore. She peered around. There was no sign of him. It was as if he vanished into thin air.

Disappointment flooded into her. She wanted to spend more time with him. It would have been wonderful if they could at least become friends.

Red grinned as she reminisced in the memories of their first encounter. After that day, they met again. The Wolf would hide in the bushes as she skipped along the path, pretending not to notice he was there. He would only watch her in the distance. It has been going on like this every day.

She peeked from under her red clock, catching a glimpse of his shadow. When will she ever be able to talk to him again? The whole distance thing was suffocating her.

She ceased in her steps as a tree stump crossed her road. On top of it lay her favourite flowers – lilies. She turned around to find movement in the tree tops. A smile crept up her lips. How did know what she liked?

Warmth sizzled in her as she lifted the flowers with her hands. The scent flooded desire into her heart. She wanted to reach out to him, touch him, and caress his beautiful hair. She wished he and she were just ordinary teenagers, not 'Little Red Riding Hood' and 'the Wolf'. Why was his life so painful? Her fingers tightened around the stems as she bit her lip. Why were they born into such a cruel destiny?

The Wolf sneaked out of his hiding place as footsteps grew fainter. He glanced down at the stump. A packet of cookies were left there.

His mouth cracked into a grin. "What a lovely present." A rich chuckle ripped out of chest. 'I wonder who left it here."

Of course, the answer was obvious to him. But, he could not help but say that loud enough for the little Red Riding hood that was smiling to hear in the distance.

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