Dream

It was not like the wolf could do that. And where was the wolf? It was not fully recovered. There was no way it could go away with that injured body. 

I had been sick for a whole week and could not move an inch. As I could not earn any money because of my health, I was starved. 

I woke up suddenly. The dream was not good at all. Especially the beating part seemed too real. It had been so long yet I could not forget it. The pain, the screaming- everything was still raw inside me. 

"You're alright. No one will hurt you. You're fine."

I heard a soothing voice. I opened my eyes slowly only to meet the familiar black ones. They were full of worry and care. It felt unreal. 

The worry- it was for me. He was worried about me. Tears started to fall from my eyes and I wrapped my arms around him. This man was worried about me. I did not want anything else. 'Please, just worry about me.'