I stay alone in the room. Shawn left a few minutes ago. I try to pull myself together but I can't get his amused smile, his lips that sometimes he bites when he doesn't want to tell me something out of my mind.

On the little table close to the window, there is a man's jacket. Certainly Shawn's one: we are the only one who come in this mansard. What a dizzy. I go get it. Shawn must had stay here for a longtime and watched me sleep before coming close to me. Often, when we were studying, it happened that I fell asleep after the intense sport training. My head in my theoretical sheets and the pen still in my hand.

When I woke up, Shawn was still there. He was reading in silence, and on my shoulders a blanket or a vest was keeping me warm. It was just a gesture from him, but thanking him would have embarrassed him. He preferred to pretend nothing. But it wasn't nothing. It was the little touches of this imbecile sheep, this imbecile who took care of a vixen unable to thank him.

I sigh and tighten his clothes against me. Shawn's smell. The perfume of the forest. I missed him so much this year.

I have to talk to him about the exam. If I effectively stink it, what will I do? We dreamed to travel to the world together... Me as a riding hood and him as a hunter. We could've be a great tandem.

The hunters are the lures and give enough time to the riding hood to escape if there's an attack. They are our protectors. Some are so clever they are both riding hood and hunters. They are the most train bodyguard in our world, but the violence of fights kill them very young. People say that some of them take their retirement to become mercenaries and to pay themselves something to live in the sun when they are about thirty. Others become addict to dodging sports and attacking Wolves. People say that there is an assassin's guild specializing in eliminating the Wolves but I couldn't get more information.

Maybe Shawn learns more about it outside? I' so scare to disappoint him... him and our dream to see the sea. I never put my feet in the sand. Is the water blue or green? Is it true that we can jump above the waves or surf? Is it true that we can kiss on the beach? Argh! What am I imagining!

I jump out of the room and land on the library's floor. As I stand up, I hear a metallic sound. Something fell from the pocket of the vest. In the moon light who passes through the curtains badly drawn, I see something shining between the laths of the floor. I lower myself to pick up the object that Shawn hides in his pocket.

A ring? Yes, a ring made of silver with a fox head. Why would Shawn have this? Does he... Are we? Oh no! Is that for me? No no no! That means nothing right? It's surely a gift for finishing my studies... or nothing important. Or is it for someone else? A ring in the form of a fox... except me there is Ira Felisicia ( character created by homculusnoir ) who has the Fox as a totem animal. Yes, but hers is red and mine silver. The ring is in silver and... ah why do all this questions are spinning in my head now?

Shawn's lips, the beach, the sand, the ring... Get out of my mind! Now! I cross the library like a fury. Shawn, you've only been there for a few minutes and you shock my mind. You find it funny dirty herbivore?

The corridors are empty. I walk at great pace and leave the school and the center of the village. A little further in the clearing, the fighting area for training is illuminated. I guess the sheep found some friends or he's training, like he usually does. I will give him back the jacket an the ring like nothing.

We are friends since a long time ago, why would he wants to change that? Our relationship is stable and easy. Yes: he and I it's easy. We know each other since forever. Well, almost.

Winning text from @TrafalgarAndrea:

I will remember my meeting with Shawn forever. It was the day when I hopped someone will adopt me. This day when a couple refused because of my hair color out of the ordinary!

It was a beautiful day! The first sunny day after weeks of rain and being obligate to stay inside locked in the orphanage.

After this visit, I was devastated. No one wants me. But what hurts me the more was the couple's words:

" The girl with white hair? Oh no thanks. She will surely be a problem child or maybe she is sick. She is scary! "

They said that right in front of me like I was a backward and that I don't understand what they say, when it was the opposite. Their faces show disgust with a touch of anxiety.

I suddenly leave the room. I ran in the maze of the dark corridors to finally reach the exit, the " freedom ". I stopped running when I was in the forest. My face was red and I was out of breath, I keep on walking. I wasn't thinking of my destination, but my legs were driving me at my little paradise. Where I as alone, without being able to scare anybody, without being disturbed. Alone. Like always.

I arrived in front of two big rocks cover of ivy. I pushed some branches and plowed me a path between them. I ended in front of a lake, alimented by a cascade. The last one had a appeasing effect on my moral. It brings my smile back.

I sat in the greasy grass leaving my bare feet in the fresh water. I took a deep breath and listened to the nature around me to forget my problems.

Suddenly, a branch noise broke the charm of the instant. Someone or something wanted to get in my save heaven. All my senses on alert, I jumped to face the intruder.

I first saw black curly hair appear like wool and the body of a young boy who has my age.

When he saw me watchful, he warmly smiles at me and introduce himself:

" Hi, I'm Shawn and you who are you? I already saw you in the orphanage. "

So, he was in the jail too? However, I don't remember seeing him. And to my expression, I think he understood my interrogation because he add:

" I'm here since three days, and I watched you from far and when I saw you yesterday leaving the orphanage under the rain in the forest direction, I decided to follow you today. "

At least, he was a direct boy. Three days? Three days only that he lost his parents? That doesn't surprise me that I never saw him.

" You can't be here! " I said

" Oh yeah why? " he asked with the same small smile at the corner of his lips.

" Because it's MY hideout! " I answered highlighting the my. " And why did you follow me? "

" Euh... because no one wants to be my friend so I was wondering maybe... you would. "

He said that looking at the floor, shy.

I didn't answer right away, I was shocked by his honesty, but by his interest for me too. No one in this orphanage took really car of me and he discover my hideout in only three days!

I surprised myself to have compassion for him. Poor little black sheep. We were a bit in the same boat he and I. I felt deep in myself that we were the same and that I could trust him.

So, all my muscles relaxed and I decided to break the ice. I walk a few steps in his direction and hand stretched.

" Okay I want to be our friend, little black sheep. My name is Diana. Diane Fox. "

He raised his head and shook my hand smiling with all his teeth. This time, I gave his smile back and invited him to sit close to me.

It's since this day that we take the habit to call us by our black sheep and vixen nicknames, even if later we will discover that it is more than simple nicknames.

For the first time, I knew what the word " friendships " means and I never felt so good than today.

But this moments of happiness were short because Shawn was older than me and they sent him to the Village. I followed him only a year after.

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I couldn't find the winning text's author on Wattpad so if you read the story, I hope you don't mind.