Hell Hath No Fury like a... Lovesick Werewolf?

Beginning right where "Werewolves in their Youth" left off:

“Dammit, Josh, don’t do that anymore. You’re gonna break my neck one of these days,” Clancy managed, while stealthily trying to wriggle out of his friend’s muscular hold. Joshua Chen, Clancy’s massive friend, finally pulled his arm away, releasing Clancy.

            Clancy, free at last, looked up to find his three friends’ attention directed away from Clancy’s virtual victory to something or someone behind him. Clancy turned in his seat to barely catch a glimpse of Rochelle Williams as she slid past Clancy into the lap of the boy on Clancy’s right.

            “Owen,” she cooed, drawing out the last syllable excruciatingly, “tell me you’ve got something planned for tomorrow?” Owen’s charcoal eyes simmered with discomfort, and Clancy realized just how much Rochelle had caught Owen off guard.

            “Baby, you know I would have planned something if I’d been able to, but tomorrow’s… well, you know what happens on the full moon, baby.” Judging by the look on Rochelle’s face, Clancy would have bet a hundred dollars that she hadn’t remembered that tomorrow night was a full moon, but refusing to admit defeat, Rochelle carried on, “I know, Owen, I just hoped we could do something before you, well, you know…”

            “Sorry, baby, but I’m gonna be working in the morning tomorrow, then preparing all afternoon.” Rochelle’s eyes had somehow morphed into the perfect pouting puppy dog eyes, and so Owen took his last chance to save himself, “Tell you what, babe, how about we have our own Valentine’s Day, just the two of us, next Saturday. It will be the most romantic day of your life, and you won’t have to share it with the millions of other people celebrating Valentine’s Day tomorrow.” Rochelle’s face was glowing: Owen always knew just what to say to her.  

Valentines Day is the stupidest holiday ever. I mean, whose idea was it to force moronic candy hearts down all your friends' and family's throats, spend an entire day catering to some ditzy girl's needs, and waste a hundred dollars on dinner reservations for her? Clancy mentally complained, I'm glad that Elise broke up with me, because now I don't have to worry about idiotic shows of affection or inane "holidays" like this one.

Desolation

The food has no taste

I sit alone: eating and hurting

They sit in another room: talking, eating, laughing

I sit alone: dejected

The food has no taste

The silence is agony

I lie alone: lachrymose, awake

They lie together

Though I can’t hear, I know what they do

The silence is agony

Her touch is ice

Her hand holds mine: cold and unconvincing

Where have you been?

She kisses my cheek; it hurts my skin

Her touch is ice.

Angel

Light danced in her eyes,

Like such sweet constellations,

I dream she’ll be mine.

My star-eye, night-sky, wonder-why, lullaby,

And the way she smiles,

And she whispers my name

Leaves me so tongue-tied

My bright-eye, night-sky, wonder-why, lullaby,

She says she must go,

Oh, but the pain in her voice

Please don’t say goodbye

My tear-eyed, night-sky, wonder-why, lullaby.

Heartbroken

Every breath I took was a futile struggle, drowning me in the deep, black sea of heartache. I wanted to melt into myself, to sink into my own inescapable pain. There was no ground beneath me any longer, no anchor to hold me to this world, nothing grasp onto as I fell into this lifeless void, no one to hold onto… not since he had left. My once-steadfast paperweight had torn my heart to shreds as if it were no more than loose-leaf and shoved me into the abyss. His last words echoed into my head, teasing and taunting me like I was a naïve child. I was nothing more than a newborn baby, so inexperienced, who had listened to the sweet serenade of a handsome stranger, had let him hold her and heal her, had taken comfort in his warmth as he flew her to a whole new world, and had fallen so far when she realized the air she danced on was thinner than the tears that cascaded down her face in sorry waterfalls. I tried to scream out, but no one could hear me or the sounds of my voice that ricocheted every which way, echoing inside my head. 

Linger

Misty stared up at the sky as the first firework went off--a giant red one that immediately was scattered across the dark indigo sky. The flashing red, white, and blue pinwheels lit up the night like enormous glitter bombs. Misty’s long black hair was swept over her shoulders as she turned to face Todd. Todd, the softhearted, well-mannered boy with chocolate brown eyes, who was her date tonight. He stared kindly into her eyes, warming her with his gentle gaze. The inviting scents of cocoa and cinnamon radiated from him. He reached his hand out to brush a stray hair off of her face. Where his hand touched, her skin tingled hungrily. His hand lingered on her left cheek, gently caressing her face.

Misty reached her hand around him and pulled him in closer. Their lips touched, and they helplessly melted into each other’s arms. The sounds of fireworks died in their ears, as they held tight to each other, almost as if they would evaporate if they let go. Time stopped as they kissed. Magic, love, bliss, whatever it was, lingered fervently in the summer air.

After what could have been either forever or a moment, Todd pulled away. The world fell into place around them. Misty opened her eyes, not realizing that they had been shut, just in time to see the last firework. It hung in the sky for a good minute, letting Misty capture every moment of the dream she was living.