𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣'𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙣

𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏

Saturn
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The south Kenton library was the smallest in a set of four; north, east, west and south. Though they each had their charms, I much preferred the south. It had a small population of students who used it, and was even vacant at times. There was only one floor, but there were moving ladders to reach books on the topmost shelf. It was quiet. It was small. It was perfect for me.

Today, I'd decided to go to the library as a distraction from Calvin. I had received a message from him a few moments ago, asking me to come to the shop. I ignored it. Hadn't I worked enough overtime in his bedroom last night? The library was proving to be only a somewhat effective distraction, but still, our midterm exams were already the following week, and I needed somewhere quiet to study.

Choosing a short story to write about in my exam was a simple task. The Wolf and the Witch had quickly become one of my favourite stories of all time. Although it was old, it did not portray dated views. It was light-hearted, but deep. A depiction of a friendly witch, falling for a beast who was half man, half wolf.

Grasping my focus, I read.

In a warm, hazy bog, lived a witch. She was a masterful enchantress, but her heart had space for two. Not far from the bog, lived a wolf, who had once been a man.

Perhaps if Calvin wasn't a vampire, he could have been a werewolf. That would explain his sudden disappearances. I wanted to research the last full moon, but stopped myself. I pressed on.

The forest swelled around the witch, closing in on her. She tended to avoid such places, as their foreignism daunted her.

Calvin's bedroom daunted me.

"Come out, beast. I wish to look into your eyes when I express my love to you."

Calvin's eyes were mysterious. Intensely dark, with flecks of gold. Perhaps I should come up with a name for their colour.

"My eyes are nothing to behold," the wolf called into the clearing.

The ocean floor. His eyes reminded me of the ocean floor. Deep, intimidating, and yet captivating.

"How could you love a beast like myself?" The wolf barked.

The sorceress cackled. "How could you love a witch, like I?" She responded.

How could Calvin admire a girl like me? I was perplexing to most, and Calvin was unreadable. I supposed that was where we were similar. Still, how could he like someone so unusual, and why was I starting to feel the same?

Suddenly, the wolf emerged from the thicket. He had been watching the witch for many months, and desired nothing more than for her to take a chance on him.

I glanced up from my book. Like the witch, I felt as though I were constantly being watched. And right now was no exception. When I looked to the doorway, my eyes locked onto Calvin's.

The Witch and the Wolf.
The Planet and its Sun.
Saturn and Calvin.