You can't help me now. I'm going to howl out your name, scream it off the rooftops, in a foreign tongue. Matthew! I'll scream in pain. Here I am, a wolf.
A Werewolf.
Frozen in time shedding my skin, every full moon. Your monster. I know you want more, more then I can ever give you, it's for your own good I swear. Monsters arn't meant to be loved, beasts of the night arn't meant to love. So at night when you think I'm off with another. I swear with all of what's human in me, that's not the case. This is just a quivering fantasy I suppose. I knew better then to lead you on. Make you love me.
I've got this impulse that /can't/ be suppressed.
This feeling in the pits of my stomach when the moon is full. I hate leaving you, to cry in your sleep. Waking up all alone. I hate that. I want nothing more then to break free, away from this creature inside me. Just hold you, and give you all the attention you need. No what you deserve. But this fucking /monster/ eats away at me, away at my mind, my very soul. Your the one constant.
My /love/ my everything.
That's why I have to leave you. That's why it just won't work. I can't hurt you, It would kill me. More then this disease already has. It's getting harder to hide this. I refuse to let you know and still be around you. I can't let you see me like this.
I'm sorry.
Sincerely yours;
Lars.
The boy read the note, tears streaming down his cheeks, his face confused, not quite grasping what just happened. Did the other leave him? Was this all true. Matthew didn't know anymore. All he knew was, he /had/ to find him. They could deal with it all. Together, if they loved each other, nothing would stop them.
Nothing would stop Matthew. He just had to find out the truth.