My arms embraced my legs as I coiled into a ball on the one place I could find comfort in; the haven, the safety of my bed. The place I loved more than anything in this world, well almost.

I loved the way he spoke, the passion he put into every word; I loved the way he spent all his free time with me, I loved the way he would hug me when I was sad beyond words, but at the most... I loved him, I know I always would. Ever since I was 13 I've had this love for him, every time I looked at him, listened to him I would smile. Around him I could just be myself, no one else; just me. I wouldn't have to force a smile, or fake a laugh like I usually did. It just came out automatically.

The sob that escaped echoed throughout the room, the tears escaped my eyes as they trailed down my face without make a single noise; silence was all around me, it was taunting me as I tried to salvage at least a bit of my happiness. But it seemed to be lost because everywhere I looked was a reminder of Quil. Next to me was the photo of me and Quil when I was 14, the look on my face was of pure happiness. I can remember that day as if it was yesterday. I was upset so Quil took it into his hands to make me feel better; which at the end of the day I was. His face had my ice-cream rubbed into it as he rolled his eyes at me.

As the sobs continued I finally felt the one thing that could stop my pain for a few hours; sleep. It was sweeping over me like a wave, covering me with its lulling.

The darkness that surrounded me was a comfort, the light from the flourishing moon was beaming it's rays down on me like laser light in the distance. It was shining down on me like it knew everything about me. The wind was blowing my hair in the direction of the water in front of me, every speck of water was like crystals, the way the moon shined down on it, the gaze, the beauty was touching my cheeks. The only thing that was missing was the one man I loved, Quil. I wanted his arms to be around me, embracing me in a warming hug, I wanted out first kiss but most of all I wanted Quil to be just with me so I wouldn't have to worry about him or anything else. I could be in the safety of his arms, I could be under the safety of his gaze.

"Clare?" Said a voice behind me, husky and smouldering like I always remembered it to be. "What are you doing out her all by yourself?" His question swayed in the wind, lingering for a few seconds as it blew away. He sat on the bench next to me, his warm shoulder brushing mine as he looked at me for an answer to his question.
"I don't know Quil, I just really miss you at the moment, I can't help but be sad that you're not really here." He breathed out a laugh as he intertwined our hands.
"But Clare, I am here. You just need to open your eyes. You know, just because I didn't say I love you right away doesn't mean I don't love you, because as a matter of fact Clare, I love you more than you know. I've always been there, and I want to continue being there for you.

We just looked into each other's eyes, staring deeply; we didn't care about anything else. His arms wrapped around me, bringing me into his side, I savoured his warmth as the wind blew onto us. He was always my space heater; warming me up when I freezing cold, shivering in depths of the infinite cold we'd get here.

"Quil. I don't get it though, how come in all of my photos, even when I was 3 you always looked the same; like you never aged. Why, why were you never ageing?
"Clare, sweetie. I will tell you, though it isn't the time right now. Can you do me a favour though, Clare?" He asked, his eyes looking into my own eyes.
"Anything Quil"

"Wake up for me?"

"What, what are you talking about?"

"Just open your eyes and you'll see what I mean"

My eyes fluttered open; but I could tell I wasn't alone in this room. My tears had finally stopped, my face dried. As I looked up I saw him there, our hands intertwined.
"Clare" He murmured, his hands trailing through my hair. "I'm sorry I didn't say it earlier. I was just surprised you said it. I love you, and you have no idea how much I love you. I'm really am sorry I made you cry and hurt. I love you too, so much" Finally, the words that I have wanted for so were now out in the open by Quil.
"Quil" I mumbled with a smile on my face, gently I pressed my hands to his face as I leaned in, my lips on his. I was surprised when he kissed me back just as passionately as I have always imagined it. His hands trailed up into my hair as mine traced the shape of his hips. His tongue skimmed the bottom of my lip, asking for an entrance; to be honest I was more than happy to give him that permission. I opened my mouth allowing the entrance he wanted; when I felt his tongue dance across my mouth I automatically groaned.

"Wait.." Quil sighed pulling away. "Clare, I have to tell you something. Something important"

"What Quil?" I mumbled my lips swollen from the kissing we have been doing.

"I'm a werewolf"