My father, the last living member of my family, died in my arms. For years now he had to live without my mother and in the end he'd rather leave me alone, to be with her again. Recalling what my mother once told me, that love made people selfish, I realized that everything she said was true.
That through out my life the things she's said to me had a deeper meaning then I ever imagined. As well did everything my father told me. A shifters life was never easy. Countless times I've learned that the hard way. But my mistakes made me stronger and never again would I be fooled by love and friendship. Because in the end the person you love the most will leave you.
~Authors Note~
I previously posted this on mibba as bluepaperhearts. I transferred the story onto here and deleted it from there.