"Your face will always be in my mind, Lake, and my soul will always recognize yours. I wish you all the happiness in the world. Be happy, Lake, and I hope you find the right love for yourself. For me, I'll always love and cherish you because you will always be the only one for me.
From someone you once loved."
Lake folded the paper neatly and placed it back inside his drawer. Five years he's been reading that same letter every day, for five good years.
And each time he read it, he felt more empty, his brain and wolf struggled to connect with something unknown, but in the end, they turned out with nothing.
Lake sighed and shoved his hand into his hair, looking over the piles of work on his desk.
This has become his routine for five years, work, work, and work.
Ever since he found himself waking up from what seemed to be the longest sleep with the weirdest dreams ever, he'd lunged himself into work.