Love
A/N: In case you want to watch Wizards vs. Werewolves, go to you tube, type Wizards vs. Werewolves part one, and click on the first one you see. All of the parts are up and you can see them all by just clicking on More from: who ever uploded it. I recomend you watch it befor reading my fanfic.
Summary: I love her. Love her so much I could never leave her. Not even in wolf form could I let go of her. So I watch. I wait. I am her guardian. I protect. I watch her have a life that we could have had. It hurts. Hurts bad. But somewhere, somewhere inside, I'm happy for her. So very, very, happy. For that bittersweet four letter, one syllable word is all I feel. All I need to live is to know that she did. That she loved me. Love.
Warning: Rated T because of character death. Not gruesome character death though.
"Love is patient, Love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, It is not proud.
It is not rude, It is not self- seeking, It is not easily angered, It keeps no records of wrong.
Love does not delight in evil, but delights in the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preserves."
Corinthians Book 1. 13: 4-7
I love her. Love her so much that I could never leave her. Not even in wolf form could I let go of her. So I decided to travel back to New York. It wasn't easy though. It took me months. Maybe years, I don't know. When I finally got there, she looked older. Even more beautiful, if that's possible. It took residence in Central Park. At night I traveled the roof tops and watch her sleep. Sometimes I fall asleep watching her. I could see her pain. That caused me more pain. The years went by and the wound slowly began to heal. For both of us. But inside, there was still a love we both felt for each other and a pain that would never go away. For when true love breaks your heart, it will, someday, heal, but there will be a wound. Though one you could live with. One day, she moved. My luck was, she moved closer to Central Park. So the years went by. Me as her secret protector. Then one day, she meet a man. He resembled me a bit. Though, he wasn't magical. He was human. He was normal. He was right for her. They fell in love. They married. They had children. I watched her have a life. I life that we could have had. It hurt. Hurt so bad. The years, the seasons, the days, the months. They all went by. Me wishing every day that that was me instead of him. But love is selfless, not selfish. So I was that. I was selfless. I let her have a life. I saw her grow old. She was old, lying there dyeing of old age. She turned her head out the window, and saw me. For a moment she stared as if in disbelief. Then she whispered, three words, eight letters. "I love you." For that bittersweet, four letter, one syllable word was all I needed to go on.