Rain pattered softly on the tiles. Prizey's lashes fluttered open as she slowly regained consciousness. Cold drops splashed across her skin, but it was the storm inside her heart that truly left her breathless.
Suddenly, she sat up—her gaze darting wildly across the empty rooftop.
Her trembling hands flew to her face, and a scream escaped her throat.
Prizey (choking back emotion):
"Ahhh… what are you, Simon? What… are you doing to me?!"
Her voice echoed into the wet night air.
"You always take advantage of me... and I never stop you! Why can't I stop you?!"
The rain grew heavier, washing down her cheeks like tears from the sky.
"Could it be that I'm falling in love with you?" she whispered brokenly.
"No… No, it can't be. I hate boys. I hate every boy, Simon… Please… don't do this to me."
Her voice cracked. "Please… just stop."
---
[Scene Transition: Simon's Room – Warm light, calm music playing faintly]
Aliyah tapped at Simon's door, stepping in with concern.
"Simon? I went to give Prizey her coffee, but she never came back. Where is she?"
Simon, leaning casually against his desk, gave her a slow smirk.
"Well… I don't know," he said, running a lazy hand through his wet hair.
Aliyah narrowed her eyes.
"Oh, really? Then why does it feel like Mr. Simon has done something… again? Hmm?"
Simon chuckled lowly, brushing invisible dust from his jacket.
"Why don't you ask your Prizey?" he said smugly. "Good night, Aliyah."
---
[Scene: Prizey's Room – Dim lights, curtains moving from a breeze]
The door creaked open.
Aliyah turned sharply—and gasped.
"Prizey! What the—?! You're completely soaked! What happened? Where were you?!"
Prizey said nothing. She stepped forward, water dripping onto the floor, and collapsed into Aliyah's arms—sobbing as though the storm outside had followed her in.
"I… I don't know, Aliyah…" she whispered. "I don't know why I can't stop him... why I let him touch me… come closer… why I let him in."
Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the rain still clinging to her face.
"I don't know if I love him or hate him... I just know that when he's close, I feel weak. So, so weak... and I hate it."
Aliyah pulled her closer, holding her like a sister shielding her from the storm.
"Prizey… please. Don't say that."
Her voice was soft, but steady.
"You're not weak. You're just… lost. And it's okay to be lost in your feelings sometimes. Love and hate—they blur when the heart's confused."
She gently lifted Prizey's chin, brushing away her tears with her thumbs.
"But hurting yourself because of it? No. That's not you. Not my strong Prizey."
Aliyah cupped her face with both hands, her eyes warm with wisdom.
"Simon… he's confusing, sure. But if you truly want to understand your heart—you'll have to understand him. Look at him, just once, with love… not fear. Admire him. Listen to his nonsense. Let your heart feel instead of fight."
She smiled faintly, pulling Prizey into a soft hug.
"I have a feeling… Simon isn't as bad as you think. In fact, I'm pretty sure he's been falling for you since day one."
Scene shifts at bathroom.....
The water ran steadily in the shower, steaming softly around Simon's figure as he leaned back, letting it wash away the noise in his hemy Prizey is confused. Or maybe… I'm the reason she's confused?" he thought aloud, his voice barely louder than the falling water.
He tilted his head back and sighed.
"Should I help her figure it out, or let her come to me on her own? Arghh, this love thing is more complicated than any battle I've fought..."
Then, suddenly, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Wait a minute—I'm not even a human. I'm a wolf! Why am I sitting here overthinking human emotions?!"
He chuckled softly.
"I swear, being around these people is turning me into one of them... now I'm even questioning my own species!"
---
In another room, the air was heavy with silence—except for the soft, muffled sobs coming from Prizey. She sat alone, curled into herself, her shoulders trembling.
"If only… if only he had never entered my life… if only he hadn't made me feel this way…"
Aliyah burst into the room, startled by the sound.
"Prizey?" she said, her tone sharp but concerned. "What's wrong with you? Why are you crying like this again? You've been acting so cold, shutting people out, hating love itself. What's going on?"
Prizey didn't answer. Her gaze was hollow, distant.
Aliyah's expression softened. "Is it about Robin? I know that heartbreak changed you… but this isn't right. You're hurting yourself, and for what?"
Still, Prizey said nothing.
Aliyah sat beside her, brushing her fingers against her arm. "Listen… not everyone gets a second chance in life. But maybe you did. Maybe Simon was sent into your life for a reason. Don't push away the one thing that could heal you."
Her words struck something deep. Prizey's eyes welled again—but this time, she nodded slowly.
Aliyah smiled gently and pulled her into a comforting hug.
"Just try, okay? Try to understand your feelings. Look at him with love, just once. And if, even after that, you feel nothing—I'll personally make sure he stays away from you. I promise."
Prizey nodded again, whispering through trembling lips. "Okay…"
---
Moments later, Simon stepped out of the bathroom, drying his wet hair. He smiled casually, "Hey, ladies!"
But Prizey only cast a glance his way before walking out of the room in silence.
Simon looked to Aliyah. "Umm... Did I miss something? Was she crying?"
Aliyah folded her arms and narrowed her eyes. "Simon? My dear… you're not as innocent as you pretend to be."
Simon laughed under his breath. "Wow, my future sister-in-law sees right through me. Not bad…"
"Ugh!" Aliyah rolled her eyes. "Don't flatter yourself."
"I'm serious," Simon replied, his tone suddenly calm and honest. "I'll take care of her. I'll love her the way she deserves to be loved."
Aliyah looked at him, surprised by the sincerity in his voice. Then, with a small smile, she stepped forward and hugged him.
"That's all I needed to hear," she whispered. "You're the one for her. I believe that now. Best of luck for your journey... Romeo Wolf."
He chuckled, holding up a peace sign. "Thanks, sister-in-law."
Aliyah yawned and stretched. "I'm off to sleep. But before you do the same, go check on her. She's outside."
Simon nodded, his playful grin softening. "Will do. Good night."
The wind outside was sharp and bitter. Prizey stood alone on the old bridge, her arms wrapped around herself. She hadn't even changed out of her outfit, and the cold stung at her skin—but she didn't care.
She stared into the flowing river below, her thoughts loud and aching.
Simon found her instantly, his senses always drawn to her. Without a sound, he teleported to the bridge, appearing just behind her.
He quietly removed his jacket and draped it over her trembling shoulders.
Prizey jumped, startled, then turned to see him.
"You...? How did you—?"
But before she could finish, Simon pulled her into his arms.
"Why didn't you tell me, Prizey?" he asked, his voice low and full of pain. "That you were hurting… that I was the reason for your confusion?"
She broke. Her tears came freely now, and she gripped his shirt tightly as if she was afraid to lose him.
"Please," he said softly, "don't cry like this. It hurts me more than you know. Just tell me—if I'm the one making it worse, I'll leave. I'll disappear from your life completely if that's what you want."
"No!" she cried out suddenly, pressing her face to his chest. "No, Simon… please… don't leave me."
Simon froze.
Her words wrapped around his soul like moonlight on snow—beautiful, warm, and unexpected. For the first time, he didn't know whether to smile or cry.
He just held her tighter… and didn't let go.
Simon gently whispered,
"Prizey... I will never leave you. Not even for a moment.
But... only on one condition. If you stop crying..."
Suddenly, Prizey broke the hug. With a sudden urgency, she wiped her tears using both hands, almost frantically.
"O-okay... I won't... I won't cry anymore. See? Look... my tears… they've disappeared now. Right?"
Her voice trembled as she tried to smile, her face still stained with leftover sorrow.
But before she could finish her sentence, Simon pulled her back into his arms—tightly.
This time, it wasn't just to comfort her. It was because she looked too adorably helpless for him to resist.
He embraced her warmly, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. Prizey closed her eyes and hugged him back—genuinely, deeply.
Suddenly, the mysterious mark on her neck began to glow.
But this time… there was no pain.
No screams.
No fear.
Just a strange wave of strength—something inside her had changed.
Simon noticed the glow. Gently, he tilted her head and pressed a kiss to the very spot where the mark shimmered.
And instantly—
The light faded.
The mark quieted.
The moment stilled.
Simon raised his eyes to the sky, gazing at the full moon above them.
But tonight, the moon looked more magical than ever before—
and in its silver glow…
he could see his grandfather's face smiling back at him.
A soft smile touched Simon's lips.
He closed his eyes, feeling Prizey's presence in his arms… grounding him.
— — —
After a while…
Simon gently brushed his hand over her head.
"Prize? Look at me…"
Prizey slowly looked up at him.
Her face was flushed—rosy and soft—and her eyes were so swollen from crying, she could barely open them.
Simon chuckled softly.
"You look like a barbie doll…" he teased lovingly.
Embarrassed, Prizey lowered her gaze, trying to hide her face.
But Simon lifted her chin gently, brushing away her remaining tears.
He glanced down at her wet clothes and frowned slightly.
"Prize… You haven't changed yet. What if you catch a cold?"
She said nothing—just stared at him silently.
Simon smiled again.
"Alright then. Let's head back to the hotel. Aliyah must be waiting… and as soon as we reach, you're changing into dry clothes and going straight to bed. Understood?"
Prizey gave him a small nod.
Simon chuckled again.
"You seriously look too cute right now."
Then he asked teasingly,
"Before we go back, do you want to eat something? Or—"
Before he could finish, Prizey whispered under her breath,
"Ice… ice cream."
Simon burst out laughing.
"Okay, okay, my barbie doll," he grinned,
"Let's go get your ice cream."
And with that, the two of them walked off—
towards the soft night breeze, glowing moonlight,
and the sweetness of ice cream dreams…
Together.
Simon in his mind while looking at Prizey's innocent face:...
"As long as your smile exists, Prizey… even the moon will envy me."