Moving On. (Chapter 1)
READ "MEMORIES" FIRST!!!!
Hey, dudes. This is going to be a sequel to my story thing "Memories". Since people seem to like it so much, why not expand upon it? Now, this takes place AFTER memories. The main character, Damien is the guy from memories; the one who tells the stories. He is a 6 foot 1 white wolf. He is about 140 pounds, skinny/athletic, etc... Needed to get that out there. Anyway, Let's try this...
This summer day was just like any other summer day, well, to most people. Damien was not "most people". See, this summer day was significant, as this was the anniversary of the day his beloved mate died. Now, it was a very pretty day outside, so, he decided to take a little stroll. A little stroll in the same park he met Garry(the mate) all those years ago.
Damien sat on the bench. Which, coincidentally, was the exact same bench he sat on back then. It all seemed like a dream, to be back here, where he met his long lost love. Damien would come here every year, to reminisce of the time he and Garry met. Oddly, every single year, on this same day, there was never a single cloud in the beautiful blue sky overhead. The heat was present, but offset by a nice, slow, gentle, cool breeze that would blow in at just the right intervals.
This year was no different. Damien looked down, and with a sigh, he began to feed the birds. He loved feeding them. Hell, he loved all animals, but he should, being part one himself. He saw Humans, Furries, and Animals walk through this park today. This calmed him a bit, knowing the world was filled with so much diversity. However, this was not the only thought on his mind this day.
Damien's thoughts were elsewhere. He was thinking of his love, as he often would. He would visit the grave-site next, as he always would. He dreaded that part of his trips every year, because that was like seeing his love -dead, and buried in the ground- all the time. However, he wanted to respect the memory of his love that way, and so he did.
Damien picked some roses from the park for the grave. This is where he got them. He didn't buy them, or grow them. When Garry and him met, in this park, the flowers they gave each other were from this place. Damien grabbed some, and began his seemingly long trek to the graveyard.
He finally arrived to the grave-site where his love lay buried. He bend down to put the roses on the ground. He thought he saw something moving out of the corner of his eye, but he ignored it. When he finished putting the flowers at the grave, he KNEW he saw something, now. Damien stood up, ready to defend himself. (as he was quite timid after all he went through) However, all he saw...was someone standing in front of another grave; crying.
Well, this was my first attempt at a story that should have multiple chapters. What do y'all think of Chapter 1?