Lying here, I stare at the ceiling, analyzing its patterns. I've stared at this ceiling so many times yet not once had I ever truly admired its unique design. There is a painting of an enormous blooming flower in the middle of the ceiling. But with my wolf gaze, I see detailed, much smaller paintings within the red flower. Paintings of abstract beings reminiscent to wolves.
Had a normal person looked up at this painting, they would only see an enormous blooming flower. But not wolves.
This flower had distracted me for over four hours now. I had awoken from a slumber I felt had stretched for several lifetimes. Each of those lifetimes a version of me going through the worst pain imaginable.
At first I had refused to believe it actually happened. That actually happened. But no matter how much I tried to deny it, I couldn't. Elias...Elias won.
Because...I was a fool.
How could I have been so blind? How…could I have not known?
But...how could I?
