A yearning, painful in its beauty for a friendship that never was. How do you fix a broken heart?...You can't. It can lie silent in its lingering slumber for years waiting.  Waiting for the moments it can rise its head tearing apart once again any peace you think you may have found, Simple words spoke in random conversations, a fleeting glance; enough to ram the burning blade of remorse deep into your heart again, tearing it open so the grief overwhelms you once gain.

You can sit there, acting the part, wearing the masks others would wish you  to wear, eventually you might even believe  them. You can hide, lick the wounds that just wont heal or you can run! Trying to escape the torture of rejection that haunts you like your shadow.

It's not something you'd choose! Neither, someone you could pacifically chose. Simple  words " I choose you' are insignificant they have no meaning or purpose. They are empty. It is like gravity, you are drawn like metal to a magnet. There is no promise of romance. There are no promises at all! But you find yourself looking for them each day. Smiling when you see them, until you realise one day, you have lost yourself within them. That there isnt a single thing you wouldnt do, or become for them. Thoughts, feelings go beyond any rational reasoning. A friendship so sacred it touches upon your heart forever.

The ground sped away under the massive clawed paws  of the Silver wolf.  Swiftly his lean shadow darted between the trees, over logs and under languidly hanging branches. It seamed he had been running for years now. Trying to escape demons of his past, memories that hurt with a pain he had no explanation for. His trust was all but gone he had left it behind so long ago he wasn't sure if he would ever find it or know it again.

All he knew for certain was the pull! It carried him forward, back across the forest he had once frolicked playfully with the Pack in. Back to the realms he had once sworn with his life to protect and the special people that dwelt within them.

Their  many faces filtered through his thoughts, the friends he had once had and known. His family, the Pack. They had understood, even when he had ran so fast hide so deep they could not find him or call him forth. Like the Forest, they would see his return, welcome it. 

Up ahead the sun filtered through the canopy of leaves. It's golden aura offering peace, the realisation he would never forget his grief. Could never out run it. But he would learn to live with it. It was not his grief that had drawn him back. It was something else. Beautiful in its simplicity, it was hope! 

Slowing his gait, nimbly the silver wolf slunk, skirting the trees at the edge of the Forest. Casting his gaze out across the rolling green pastures and small village. The short childlike inhabitants that went about their business unaware. 

His razor sharp claws digging into the dirt, skidding his long lean body to a halt as he found what had pulled him back. Slowly he edged forward stepping out of the shadows of the undergrowth to watch her. it didn't matter that she did not realise, that she did not know. 

What mattered was when he looked upon her, finally he saw hope; and he felt peace!