The Wolf

When I was young, mom told me the story of red riding hood, only we used to called it Layla and the Wolf.
The Wolf tells the same story, but waay differently.








I can't do this anymore. 

Not to her. 

I guess I should just find someone else, any other girl. I'll bring her to them after I kill her and I'll tell them that's the girl I've been talking about, I'll tell them her grandmother died, and that it turns out, her mother doesn't live alone after all. 

I need another girl, because I can't do this to Layla. 

Not when I'm in love with her. 

The human mind always needs explanation for everything. Everything should be explained by logic. Even feelings, they have to make sense to us, we have to understand why and how we're feeling in a certain way, and yet sometimes, you can't explain everything you feel. You just have to admit you're feeling it, without understanding why. 

Sure, there are some explanations, Layla's beautiful. Layla's kind, I love what she does to her grandmother and mother, how she never disobeyed her mother before she met me, I respect her. I love how she makes me laugh, I love her company. I love the fact that she chose to trust me even when every arrow pointed on the fact that I was dangerous an untrustworthy. Stupid, maybe, but brave. She treats me like a human, and I love it. I love her for it. 

And then of course there's this x factor, the thing I was talking about, there's this one reason that you can't possibly explain, the answer is - you just do. 

I haven't known Layla my whole life, and I only met her because I wanted to kill her, but that doesn't mean I can't love her. If Layla can love a person she never talked to, then I can love a person I only met recently. 

Are there any rules to love? 

Like you have to know that person for a long time, or like you have to meet them for a thousand time, or you can only love someone if you're dating them, if you tell them a huge secret you got. The answer is, no. 

No wonder I'm different from my brothers. I'm more human than all of them.

But still, Layla's smell makes me lose it all. It reminds me of what I truly am. I can't be with her for a long time because I know I'd do what I wanted to do in the first place - kill her. Eat her. 

And yet, I can't not spend time with her, that would drive me even more crazy. 

Maybe there is one rule to love after all; Layla should never fall for the wolf. 


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