A shifter, shunning society as a human and living through his feral form, finds the light in humans again through a simple offering of soup and the kindness of a heart not wanting to give up on it.

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This story is published and copyrighted as part of a shifter competition.

Tell me.

Can you live with a broken heart all your life? Can you survive without someone by your side? Are you willing to watch him walk alone? Questions that always come to mind. Can't be answered out loud, with the reason it's not important. Hiding behind the real reason, because of cowardice. Just say I'm a coward. Then, can you come back to me like before? Am I going to fill your days as usual?

Your parents were crying when they found out you were gone missing.

Disappearing into their life.

Not coming back.

Words cannot describe their anguish. Faces cannot express the truth sinking in their minds.

But I was there, watching them as they did so. My jaw taut. My eyes narrowed in slits. Struggling to stay strong for them. To stay calm in the face of their gullibility.

But like them, I'm also a gullible person pretending to be on top of everything.

My visions are blurry. My head is a mess. My head is a mess from the start. I'm helpless, but I try. I try to keep myself together. Keep ourselves together.

A short story, "Missing Person" themed. It focused more of the aftermath. The emotions. The victims/family relative's reactions, kidnapped's feelings, kidnapper's thoughts? All in one.

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