With a dreary heart haru sat on the edge of the building. Tears of sorrow flowed from his eyes. His hair blew in the wind like black fire, his breaths deep and cold.
"Why does this always happen to us" He commented to himself recalling the angered humans. The weapons they held in fear only angered his people. They though that if you were so afraid that a weapon shook in your hand you were weak, but haru never thought this way. He always thought there was a reason for the fear, that there was some explanation as to why humans hated his kind so much. His head hurt from the fresh open wounds, With one of his eyes now blind he was more vaulnerable than the rest. Clenching his eyes to his weakness, He stood and hallard out in to the distance of buildings and shadows"
Would it be better if we never existed? "the voice echoed for miles. Holding his had to to his heart, as he looked down at the shadowed ground."
If werewolves never existed....Maybe we could have been accepted, but as for me I can not take the pain the humans cause." With those as his last words haru let go, of every thing. Memories flashed in his head as he came crashing down. In his last moments of falling he looked up only to see that there was a girl leaning over the ledge he jumped from, her face was wet with tears, but her words vanished as haru hit the ground.
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