you might have to reread the paragraphs in order to understand what's going on oops. i tried to make it easier to understand but here it goes.

Your POV
blackness. that's all i see. no light. nothing...but i can hear faint noises. small murmurs that sound like the wind whistling in your ears.

things run in my mind like someone was talking. talking in such a tone that showed utter pity and sorrow. i'm so sorry it spoke repeating itself over and over.

i'm sorry.

i'm sorry.

i'm-

it interrupts with small sobs, guilt heard in the sobs. i feel my head pounding, my breath heaving like i'm in a bad dream. it feels like a bad dream. i feel like i'm flying, weightless, yet falling down a never ending darkness. i feel my eyes harden as if i was about to cry. flashbacks interrupt my never ending fall.

ethan. morphed into something else. something sinister to a human eye...fantasy that i felt too dumb to point out what it was. the visions make my head hurt.

but then more flashbacks. a wolf, but my thoughts told me it was ethan. but it's a wolf, not ethan? why am i thinking this way. eyes of the creature, ethan?

i feel myself cry, but nothing comes out.

where am i? same forest? and i'm staring at a creature...no ethan...it's a creature.

ethan.

this dream is creating a migraine. it's a nightmare. my souls left my body at this moment, my fright scaring it away. i went cold staring at the creature. no it's ethan. wolf.

the cold air his my skin sending chills down my spine. i feel my arms shake violently. panicking. my eyes glossy yet nothing fucking comes out.

then i open my eyes in a snap. i'm in my room but the air was thick, tense. my cheeks wet with salty tears. i didn't realize i was crying in my sleep.

there was a hand on my shoulder.

a hand on my shoulder-

i scream from knowing there was someone in my room. it was night, but i see a shadow casted by the moonlight.

i shove the hand away and back away till i hit the headboard of the bed.

"shh..." it, well he (since it was a masculine recognizable voice) spoke. my scream stopped in an instant but my frightened eyes poured tears down my cheeks and my breathing heaved louder than anything.

"it's ethan," his voice cracked. "it's-shhhh."

his hand (which is warm all the time) lay on my cheek to wipe the tears. i pull away from him, surprisingly frightened of him. i'm literally frightened of ethan for no reason.

well...some reason.

my chest rose up and down at an incredibly fast pace, making my head dizzy. "drink water," he spoke at a calming tone as he reaches towards the bedside table to grab a glass of water he must've left before i wake.

my eyes feel swollen from the amount of tears fleeing my eyes, i sip the water he hands to me but i never lost my gaze from ethan's eyes. those eyes...they remind me of the nightmare...nightmare?

was it?

"why are you here?" i say bluntly at him since it seems law at night. i stare at the clock, 3am. "what the hell happened?" i say feeling my head since it was aching. he hand reaches for my head to but i slap it away, confused on why i'm so afraid of him. I'm looking at him like he's some monster a little kid would fear would be living under their bed at night.

he sat on the side of the bed, not making any more movements since he knew how frightened i was.

"you...fainted," his voice shook like he were anxious. i never got a good view of his face yet since it's dark outside, but i know he cried. why?

how come his eyes can't reflect to any source of light even though it's nearly impossible at this time, cause his eyes seem to glow. his intimidating hazel eyes stare into my frightened ones.

"where did i-i faint?" i question even though i knew where, but i wanted to know if he was gonna lie straight at me. my trust in him is slowly dying at this point.

"in the woods near your house," he says. looking down i believe playing with his fingers. nervous. he's nervous.

"why?" i push feeling my chest hurt from crying. the tears are falling still though, but i'm not sobbing.

"you were p-panicking," he voice cracked. i think i see him slam his face in his hands, since i hear muffled sobs escaping his lips which were smashed against his palms.

"panicking from what?" i question again as his sobs seem to become very violent. he groans, pulling on his hair. i flinch from his sudden anger. i never saw him react in this way ever.

"panicking from what?" i repeat in a stern voice.

"just be happy that i took you back to your house-"

"ethan why the hell cant you tell me!" i say feeling i teeth gritting as my tears falling down my chin.

"cause i just can't!" he raises his voice, my body jolting from this sudden change in volume of his words.

"why can't you-"

"cause i'll put your life in danger. good god! i wish i never met you! i wish i never even gave you eye contact or said a single word to you! i wish our lives were separated by a wall that would insulate my voice and emotions!"

"what?"

"i should've never invited you to my life that's screwed up with...things!"

"why? what things?"

"cause you would've been safe! i would've protected you from what's about to hit you in the face right now! i be damned if you actually ever talk to me after this! i care about you and now i hate myself for doing this to you!"

"ethan it-what?"

he gives a dark chuckle then stood up and began walking towards the window of my room, opening the curtains to allow the full moon show it's true beautiful glow. "it's something...it's something weird."

"pardon?"

"some things will not make sense anymore"-a second of silence-"you know how beautiful the moon looks...when it's full...and shows it's faint light with pride? it's a sight, a sight to see. it can light every dark. yet it could darken the light. does that make sense?"

"i mean-"

"it doesn't make sense," he interrupts. "explicit and implicit."

"i see-"

"but you don't see. 'yet it could darken the light'? it doesn't make sense cause the moon can't do that. the moon is bright at night, so how can it darken anything? it is night time, but it's like a little nightlight."

"ethan-"

"there's something behind a full moon...that-doesn't necessarily make sense to our world with people with bright minds. we can easily tell the difference between a fantasy book and a realistic book. one is something out of magic, magical creatures or events like you end up finding the tooth fairy or fall in love with a vampire. most of us obviously don't believe in these magical things."

"most of us? most of us?"

he turns his head and fills the space between us. well we were inches apart. his eyes immediately finding mine...asking me for something, but i don't know what, but it scares me, yet i'm so locked in to his eyes. "do you remember anything...anything before you feel into a deep...sleep you know?"

"well something-it's hard to explain."

"like...something that, w-when you open up a fantasy book, then look up to see the figure in front of you and say 'it shouldn't be real!'?" his voice gruesome and demanding yet stuttering from the inner anxiety i know he's feeling.

"a wolf...thing. i don't remember," our eyes still were staring at each other like it were in some magnetic field. can't pull away by any force. feels impossible. i'm still fascinated by his eyes.

"a wolf...let's call it a wolf...but ten times bigger-than a wolf, right?"

"...yeah," my voice confused and shook as his warmth radiated off his body. even though i'm not making any contact with him. he's so warm. the air between us felt too thick to be about to breath normally. we were both afraid of what will break this wall between us that slowly formed the more we talked and the more we stared at each other at school or outside of school. the wall that could've broke from that attempt to touch lips. but now we both now the undeniable truth that it will break with a sudden loud crack, the wall falls, and then we see the true side of each other. i will end seeing the true side of this man that i called a mystery.

"a werewolf? like those found in certain fictional books? 'a creature with a body of grey fur tower over me...staring into my frightening eyes with it's darkened ones.' werewolves, can be heard during a quiet night with a full moon. you can hear...there chilling growls and howls in the shadowy woods."

i spoke silence. silence meaning i'm too busy feeling the sounds of the cracks of the wall rattle my head. snap, snap, snap gets louder and louder in our minds. one more hit-

he huffs. "the moon can darken a light. cursed lives, cursed souls. fantasy huh? seems unreal right? a moon can't curse a soul, for sure. can't it?"

something hit me, ethan told me i'm gonna end up being hit with something unexpected. it makes sense.

the wall breaks.

cringe yallslskslsksj if y'all don't understand ask me. i'm trying to use more implicit sentences for my imagines to add more thinking to it. yep i'm reading more books and using them to learn new writing techniques.
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i apologize for my long and...kinda annoying paragraphs. part four...i know...very irritating.
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ksjsisiao i'm so into this imagine... is that bad??

i was listening to the "american teen" album by khalid and just writing this while listening to his beautiful voice sends chills down my spine.

coaster by khalid is beautiful.

giving shoutouts next imagine cause there are so many talented people out there that deserve more attention<3