"Time is too slow for those who wait,
too swift for those who fear,
too long for those who grieve,
too short for those who rejoice,
but for those who love, time is eternity."
Henry Van Dyke
Part I – Just As He is a Part of Me
Who was I to intrude upon his life?
Who was I to care?
He was a werewolf after all.
Just a werewolf.
One of those creatures that your mother would tell you with a stern gaze to stay away from.
One of those creatures loathed blindingly by all because of a simple stereotype.
But he was my werewolf.
If I was a werewolf, he was my moon. My persona would change when he was around. I would no longer be the bitter, plastic-like girl that I was to everyone else.
With him, I was just Sharon.
I was Sharon, and he, Moony.
I found out by accident, you know.
I never meant to sneak out one night and find out where he was off to during full moons.
I had been hurt again… by the same person.
No, not physically.
I could stand being hurt physically.
No, my heart had been broken to pieces.
And I had fled to put it back together in solitude.
But I was not alone.
He was there.
Just like he always was, I suppose.
Always in the background of things and calm.
In the background of Hogwarts, you could say he was, but calm he was not.
He was raging, spitting mad.
But then again, that's the werewolf in him.
Sometimes, I don't believe in fate.
But it was fate that made him the werewolf as a child.
If someone were to find a "cure" for his curse, I don't think he would take it.
The werewolf is part of him now.
Just as he is part of me.
Author's Notes: Yes, my dears, I do take requests, but I have two men lined up in the queue. Just experimenting with various writing styles, and also pouring out the sudden inspiration that attacked me today. – Cerulean Asphodel