Torn 3/3
Author's Note: I am in no way affiliated with Wolf Lake or any of its Characters. Only the character of Calen Ryans is mine.
Real life as it always does, had gotten in the way of writing... which is why I present the conclusion of "Torn" to you after such a long time.
Thank you, as usual, for all the wonderful replies. Enjoy.
Luke
It had started with a rose.
He had watched from a corner as Sophia sniffed at the perfect bloom in delight; the bright smile on her face clearly indicative that she assumed Ryans to be its sender.
When she noticed the small white card that lied innocently on top of her textbooks, she put the rose down and opened it.
He knew exactly what was on the card.
He had written it after all.
'This rose reminded me of your lips after one of our kisses.'
-L
He had quickly stepped back into the darkness as Sophia lifted her head to dart her eyes from the left to the right, looking for him.
She had grabbed the rose and the card and slammed her locker shut. Without hesitation, she had dumped both into the garbage as she headed to her next class.
He had smiled.
He would get to her soon enough.
The next day it had been perfume- the one that she would shyly sprits on before allowing him to make love to her.
She had given it a moment's hesitation before throwing it out.
Day forty one and she had not stopped throwing his gifts away. But the pauses- the pauses before she would throw them away would get progressively longer.
It gave him hope.
He had waited in anticipation as Sophia warily approached her locker and gave a quick glance to the left and right before turning the combination to open it.
It was his last and ultimate gift.
Whereas all the gifts preceding it were either exquisite or costly, this one had no price.
In the most basic of terms, he was returning a gift that she had given him.
He had narrowed in on the slight tremble of her delicate hand as she lifted the paper closer as if to verify its actual existence.
It had been the first love letter that she had ever written him. The paper was yellowing with age and had multiple creases in it from where it had been folded, time after time, but it was the very same one she had written him three years ago.
On the bottom of the letter, he had added his own note.
I always needed to carry a piece of you with me.
Sophia had gently folded the letter back into its original shape and walked towards the garbage can.
She extended her hand over the opening- then quickly rescinded it as if she were burned and pocketed the letter.
He had gotten to her.
Sophia
After barely managing to survive Luke's betrayal, she had decided that she would never allow another to have such control over her life that they could cause her that much pain.
Her life would be completely under her control- no one else's.
She had thought that she had been doing so well.
She had been the one to decide to go out with Calen, fall in love with Calen. She had been the one to decide to coldly reject Luke although the small rebellious part of her heart angrily opposed. And she was the only one who really knew what the extent of her power, her destiny was.
She had been proud of herself- of her control.
She shouldn't have been.
The control that she had found so precious and so easily within grasp was a lot further away then she knew.
She had always thought that it was with Luke's gifts that her sense of control over her life had begun to elude her.
Looking back, she realized that her control had been gone long before that.
It wasn't with Luke that her control started disappearing-
It was with Calen.
She should have known, with the blue and white pills, with his constant whispered phone calls, with his increasing friendliness with the Hill crowd.
But she hadn't known. Or she hadn't wanted to know.
She would rather have been oblivious to it all, believing in her non-existent control over her life, then to accept the truth.
But she hadn't had the choice. Because the truth had been forced on her.
She had been unable to sleep and had headed towards the woods for a run when she had seen him.
She had watched with a sort of sick fascination as the body that was never supposed to shift, did.
Calen sensing immediately that not all was as it should be had swiftly turned his head. She had remained frozen, as his yellow eyes pierced into hers.
Seamlessly, he had shifted back into his human form.
She had instinctively taken a step back as he had slowly approached her. As he began to speak, she had held up a hand.
'Why couldn't I sense you?"
He had explained that pills that he took prevented him from being sensed. His parents had been skin walkers who had escaped Wolf Lake after developing the pills.
He had smiled, unashamed in his nakedness. 'Now we can really be together.'
She hadn't been able to explain the pang of agony that had shot through her at his words.
That night, she had been sitting motionless on her bed, when he had tapped at her window.
Walking over, she had opened it, allowing him in.
Luke had gracefully climbed through, and then stood there. After a hesitant pause, he had spoken.
'I realized after everything I sent you... I had never told you that I loved you.'
It figured that her sense of control over her life had all been a figment of her imagination.
Because, she realized, all it took was three words.
'I love you.'
And her control was gone.
She was torn.
Any and all Reviews/Criticisms will be extremely appreciated.
There's a conclusion to the trilogy that I'm currently working on, titled "Invincible". Be on the look out for it
It'll bring an end to the prophecy and the triangle.