Herc and I worked on our poem for the next half hour. Surprisingly, I found that Herc had a poetic side to him. However we could not agree on what we wanted to use. Not to mention the weird looks he kept giving me. It was as if he was just waiting for me to pass out or something. His overwhelming concern for me was touching, yet scary at the same time. I couldn't let him know what I really was. Frustrated, I dropped my quill.
"Herc, as nice as that is, I don't think it will work."
Frustrated as well, Herc growled.
"That's the fifth time you've told me that! What's wrong with it?"
"Only time will tell,
the secrets we know so well.
Hidden deep in our hearts
Chopped in little parts?" I recited from the parchment and added his line at the end.
"Personally, I don't like the mental image of a chopped up heart." even if the wolf does
"Well, secrets can tear at your heart and break you into little pieces if you are not careful." He explained.
I sighed, "I understand, but in reading this to anyone else, I doubt they would understand that is what you mean."
Feeling angry, Herc threw his quill down and jumped up to pace the room. He stopped, running his fingers through his hair and stared out of the window. I put my head in my hands.
"Look, they will be serving supper soon. Why don't we take a break and go for a walk or something? Then we can eat and try again." I said looking up. Herc sighed and looked at me.
"Alright."
I smiled slightly and set our work aside. I slid my boots on and headed for my door. Just before I could reach it, Herc grabbed my arm.
"Hay, I'm sorry."
"There's nothing to be sorry about." I said unconsciously taking his hand and pulling him through the door. "We're both frustrated. A nice walk in the fresh air will do us good."
I dropped his hand as we left my dorm.