It began by chance; an inevitable scene. How many times had their pages been flipped, their story read, only for their tragic ending to always come back like a curse? Our meeting always signals the end.
She was a girl out walking in the forest to give her grandmother food.
He was a wolf out walking on the same path as the girl, making sure the other creatures of the forest didn't harm her.
Alex hummed to herself as she went down the path she had taken. It was a detour, she knew, but for some reason something inside her told her to take the path labeled, "Wrong Way" instead of "Right Way". The day was nice, the sun shining, a few wisps and fat puffy clouds whisking across the sky. Her basket swung next to her, and she held an apple in her right hand. It was an odd apple - it sort of looked like a heart.
But it's impossible. You're frail, and I'm sly
Vitali wasn't a roundabout perso- wolf. He was direct. To the point. He really wanted to talk to the girl he had seen many times (in other lives?) but it was impossible. She would probably bolt the moment she saw him.
But he was lonely. So the best thing he could do was sit on the other side of the tree that she sat at, to take a break and munch her apple.
And so he sat there, until she was safely at her grandmother's house, and then back at her own.
Surely, once again, you'll walk this road today
And again today I can't do anything but keep watch over you
As per routine, when the girl in the bright red cloak started down the "Wrong Way", the Wolf followed after her, mindful to keep his distance and stay out of sight.
Like always, you're hiding on the other side of that tree today
So I pass through, pretending I don't notice you
She wanted to meet Mr. Wolf someday, and maybe talk to him. Maybe he would eat lunch with her? He was nice, surely! He kept her safe, and the one time she got lost, he had dropped twigs to mark her way home.
You don't catch my gaze
And my voice doesn't reach you
Only our sighs
Fruitles