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I sipped the sweet yet bitter beverage as the hues of light shone onto the table colouring it in a slight orange that seemed to compliment the lights present in the café. The air filled with a strong scent of coffee and baked goods. I patiently waited for Eric to finish the game he continued to play on his phone.

Eric had me promise that we would work on the project together because friends help each other out. This was why we planned to meet at the café in the first place. However, things weren’t going as planned. I drank my coffee in silence while Eric told me a story about what a wonderful time he had with his bro at the baseball game. After he finished the story he went silent as he lost himself in his little world.

My eyes caught a glance of the lonely notes at the end of the table. I set back my drink, remembering the deadline for the project. According to the professor, 3 days were enough to complete it. In his words, he could complete it within a day and a half. Not that I care but for someone who teaches the same thing every year, I expected him to be able to do it within one; but of course we aren’t ready for that conversation.

Unintentionally a deep sigh escaped my lips. “Okay. Okay. Just give me a min and I’ll be done. Okay? Like I don’t even need the entire minute. That’s how fast I’ll finish it.” He replied. His voice as bright as ever, eyes never once leaving the screen.

I leaned back into the chair after grabbing one of the notes. I proceeded to read the notes as the warm atmosphere helped me calm the nervousness I had due to the sudden burden of assignments piling up.

A few minutes passed by as I read through the notes. Out of curiosity, I look up to find Eric still staring at his phone as his fingers repeatedly continued smacking the device.

“So, how many days?” I asked causing Eric to look at me in surprise.

“Huh?!”

“How many more days?”

He stared at me for a while trying to understand before he scoffed in disbelief. “Wah- Little old me can’t even live a little?!”

I smirked at his reaction. “By all means enjoy your time but this project won’t finish and submit itself.” He makes a painful expression towards you.

“Dude please, my brain has worked too much to just start studying.” His words exaggerating as he spoke. You pursed your lips, nodding your head up and down. Placing the notes back on the pile of notes that laid untouched on the table.

“I could delay it in return for a treat I guess.”, I said as I looked out the window thinking about something to distract myself for the time being. Eric went back to playing his game, aggressively nodding his head.

“Yea, you do you, my liege. You do your thing and I do mine. Then we work on the project, maybe tomorrow” I side-eyed him, annoyed by his carelessness. As I stared, I noticed the rather generous sized cake slice sitting on a plate waiting to be devoured. It was nicely placed in the centre of the table.

Before I could think, I reached for one of the forks on the plate. As if on instinct, Eric noticed the gesture. Right as I dug the fork into the slice, a gentle yet firm grip seemed to keep me from digging in further. I looked up, eyes catching Eric's.

“I thought I could treat myself.”

“Of course you can but your own slice.”

“Don’t you think that is a bit unfair? Besides, you were supposed to pay today and I want cake.”

Eric thought for a while before he spoke, “This is the one I got for myself. So me being the great person I am, I’ll offer a deal. I’ll buy you the entire cake for when we leave but this slice is mine alone.”

He flashed a pretty smile, lifting my hand in the process. He placed it onto the table and patted it before retrieving his own to hold his phone that he had forgotten during the little conversation.

“You’re aware this was the last slice of the Oreo cake?” I asked.

“Oh, I know. Sucks to suck I guess.”

His eyes retrieved to the screen and mine returned to the scrumptious treat sitting in front of me. I shoved the fork in cutting off the tip before Eric could process what had happened. His eyes widened, looking up as he heard the sound of the utensil scratch against the plate.

By the time he reacted, I had already moved the dessert into my mouth. The sight leaves Eric speechless and his hands dropping the phone as they reach for his head. He shrieks in disbelief while I stare at him in shock.

genre; lil bit of angst + fluff

[6:18pm]

you had been cooped up in your room for what seemed like eternity, the one person in which you’d spend all your time with was busy studying for upcoming exams - just like you have been for the past few days.

your boyfriend of two years, eric, hadn’t been paying you much attention lately. his absence very evident and his lack of replies weren’t helping things.

firguring it was time for a break, you glanced out of your bedroom window, the sky was dark and gloomy and the pitter-pattering of the rain tapping against your window was oddly calming; from the headache forming in your head and the soothing sounds of the water outside, it was quite the contrast.

interrupting your mini daydream was the sound of your ringtone, on your phone read the person who had been occupying your brain. pressing ‘accept’ on facetime, your boyfriend appeared on the screen with a smile gracing his features, causing a smile to appear on your face as you were finally able to hear his voice again.

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It had been a bit over a week since Eric had gone missing. Since he was one of your best friends, best meaning close, you would think he would’ve told you if he was leaving. Your town wasn’t very “shady” and it seemed like Eric had left by his own will.

But even so, you felt like you needed to find him. That whole week (it felt longer) you searched all over the town, sometimes with friends, other times by yourself. You always called out to him in the same way:

“Eric! Eric! Please come back out! Whatever happened, I’m sorry! C-Can we talk?”

What was even more chilling was the fact that this has happened a little after the whole “wolf boy” craze. This weird folklore — that you weren’t quite here for — had taken control of your town. It was a story introduced to you by many, with each telling getting more and more tangled. The wolf boy to you was just a regular person who had the certain characteristics of a wolf; nothing more, nothing less.

You felt a little more out of breath with each pump of your arms as you ran. Why didn’t it come clear to you sooner? Eric must’ve been in the forest, the one place you refused to look this whole time. And also the place where the wolf boy was said to be. He had told you himself:

“I’m gonna look for the wolf boy. I think I have a good chance, since I have a lead!”

You remembered the happy smile on his face, how excited he was. But why would he take refuge there instead of somewhere else? It all became a big knot of red threads in your head as you tried to understand.

Pushing your way through the trees that felt like a maze, you came to a hunched-over body. It looked like they were shaking.

“H-hello?” Your voice was shallow from disuse. But then you started to recognize the person’s hair, their clothes. It was like you hadn’t seen him in years, your eyes watered with small tears.

“Eric?! What are you doing out here? I-”

You were soon caught off guard when he turned around quickly to grab your wrist and push you to the snow-covered grass. A huge breath came from you as you felt Eric’s newfound strength hold you down. As you made eye contact with him, you immediately knew something was wrong. The look in his eyes.. what was it?

He opened his mouth with a small toothy smile.