Chapter 46 Wild Wolf

• Love, they say, is most vivid in the moments of separation. As I lie awake in the depths of night, the ache of her absence weighs heavily upon me, enveloping me in a shroud of solitude. The hollow emptiness of the hours stretches before me, a vast expanse of time in which I am left to wrestle with my own thoughts and demons.
• With a heavy sigh, I rise from my bed, the cool touch of the floor beneath my feet grounding me in the reality of my solitude. Pulling open the drawer of my bedside table, I retrieve a sketchbook and a set of pencils, the familiar weight of them comforting in my hands.
• Outside, the sky hangs heavy with darkness, devoid of the soothing glow of the moon. Yet, despite the absence of its gentle luminescence, the stars shimmer with an intensity that seems to mirror the depth of my longing. I watch their mournful dance from the window, their brilliant sparks of light a poignant reminder of the love that binds us across the vast expanse of distance.