I just want to make sure I am not taking credit for any of Stephanie's work, so remember that all the characters in my story will be hers unless I say otherwise, although I'm sure your all smart enough to notice a character that was not present in the Twilight series.
Dark Side of the Moon
Time was nothing to me. I had no way of knowing how many days had passed; I only knew that time was passing as day turned to night and back again. Tonight was the same as every night, I was thinking, far more than I should have been, about her. The moon was my connection, for I knew that if nothing else she was under the same sky, looking at the same stars.
I was loosing myself. It seemed that day-by-day a piece of me, a memory, was forgotten, lost. I was forgetting simple things like the taste of food, the feel of rain on my skin, the emotions. The thing that scared me the most though, is that I was loosing her, and I didn't know how to remember.
I was forgetting how she smelled, how her hair fell on her back, how her smile could light up a room. Even now I cannot quite remember the exact colour of her eyes, something that had stuck with me since I left.
How long ago was it that I had began this journey, when was it that I started to run from everything? I knew that I was stronger than to run from what had hurt me. But I knew that at some point the pain had been unbearable, I just couldn't recall when that was or how it felt. I knew that I loved her; I just would not let myself feel it, because I knew that if I did the pain would return to haunt me.
I was surviving, not living, but I could make it through each day. I had yet to come upon a day that I had not thought of her, I was not able to escape that. But it was less and less, and that's how I began to forget. It seemed like my own home was foreign to me. I wanted so badly to go back yet I could not seem to turn myself around.
I was afraid. I was afraid that if I saw her I couldn't help but feel love, a love that was ripping me apart. I was afraid of my brothers, I felt shame now from running, and it would only multiply upon my return. I was afraid that by leaving my father he had not been able to complete everyday tasks. Mostly though I was afraid of what I had missed. I knew that time had brought changes, and I was afraid of what they might be.
So I ran. The pain in my legs was so much easier to deal with than facing the pain in my chest. So I protected myself from it, the emotions that consumed me in my human form could not reach me as a wolf. I was being a coward and I knew it, but I wasn't sure if I could stand living with so much pain. So I ran.
A/N Hey thanks for taking the time to check this out, it's just an idea I have growing in my head and I have yet to decide where it's going to take me. So I will see what I can do about getting some plot laid down to actually start this story. This was pretty much just to get something out there, self-inspiration, so if you get a chance I would love to know what you think of it. Anyways, sorry that it's pretty much just me getting into the character, hope you weren't bored crazy!