Dear Rabbit ( Sad, Tragic, Trigger Warning )

Dear Rabbit, I’m sorry for chasing you. I wanted to reach you, but my legs are growing weak from running after you. Yes, I know I’m a wolf, and wolves are known to bite. I know my eyes frighten you when they shine in the dark. But I left the rest of my pack behind long ago. Their howls no longer follow me through the trees. The winter has been cruel. Some nights, hunger twists inside me so badly I can barely stand. Still, when I saw you trembling beneath the snow-covered bushes, I did not want to scare you. I only wanted something warm beside me in this cold forest. But you are a rabbit, and I am a wolf. So when you run, I cannot blame you. And when I chase, I cannot blame myself. I just wish the world had made us something kinder. Dear Rabbit, I took a taste, and you were so sweet that I can’t stop thinking about it, and now I feel guilty. Your eyes keep following me, like you already know what I am. We are both lonely, maybe we could be friends, but deep down we both understand that isn’t possible. You fear me, and I don’t blame you for it. I don’t want to cause harm, I really don’t, but something old in me is stirring, something I struggle to control. My instincts are louder than my thoughts. I may have sharp teeth, and I was raised to kill yet the idea of it turns my stomach more than it tempts me. Dear Wolf, You are frightening, and I just want to find my way back home. I ended up here at the wrong place and the wrong time, and now I must pay my debt. We both understand the truth: survival is all that matters here. But nature is harsh, and time does not wait for anyone. Nothing about this feels kind or forgiving. In the end, death does not choose sides—it only follows what is inevitable. Dear Wolf, You say we could be friends, but I can feel your hunger beneath your words. You say you are lonely, yet here I stand wishing I were alone. You speak of weakness, of tired legs and fading strength, but all I see is steadiness—quiet, certain, coming closer. The space between us feels smaller with every breath. I feel trapped, even though I could run. But I know it wouldn’t matter. You would always find me. Dear Wolf, I have nothing more to say... please... let... Dear Rabbit, I’ve found a place for us—somewhere hidden, somewhere warm, somewhere safe from the cold that waits outside. A place where we could finally rest without fear pressing in from every side. So please… stop looking away. It’s freezing out there, and there’s no promise in the dark paths ahead. Why not stay here with me, where the wind can’t reach you and the night has less teeth? Just stay close.