Lila, a gentle sheep with snow-white fleece and eyes like dewdrops, sits at a writing desk, her suitcase half-packed at her feet. She reads the message on her phone once more—the offer she cannot refuse, the future she must chase. Her heart aches as she glances at the empty spot by the fireplace, where her lover often sat.
Wolfram, a wolf with silver fur and thoughtful amber eyes, stands in the doorway, holding a creased envelope. He hesitates, watching the sheep he loves, knowing their final hours together have come.
Wolfram sits at the table, pen trembling in his paw. He pours out his heart onto the page, words flowing with longing and devotion. "To my dearest Lila, may this meal be our union, and my love nourish you forever."
He seals the note and places it beside a basket of fresh herbs, his gaze lingering on the door through which Lila will soon return.
Wolfram[/@ch_2].]
Chef Matteo, renowned for his artistry and discretion, reads the letter, his brow furrowing. He prepares the workspace with care, setting out apricots, rosemary, and wine. In the corner, Wolfram stands silent, his resolve unwavering.
"Are you certain this is what you want?"
"It is the only way I can remain with her. Let my love become her strength."
Wolfram[/@ch_2] to the preparation area. Steam rises from simmering pots, filling the air with rich, savory aromas.]
Wolfram closes his eyes and breathes deeply, recalling every moment with Lila. He offers a quiet prayer, his heart brimming with hope and sorrow. Chef Matteo works with reverence, honoring the wolf’s final wish.
"May she taste my devotion in every bite," Wolfram whispers.
Lila[/@ch_1] enters, weary from her preparations, her eyes widening at the sight before her.]
She finds the note, hands trembling as she reads Wolfram’s words. Tears streak her cheeks as she realizes the depth of his love and the finality of his sacrifice. The chef greets her quietly, guiding her to the table.
"He wished only to be with you, in every way possible," Chef Matteo says, his voice gentle.
Lila[/@ch_1] sits alone, a plate before her, the flavors and aromas mingling with memories. She eats in silence, each bite a communion, each taste a farewell and a promise. The candle burns low, casting shadows that dance like fleeting spirits.]
Lila closes her eyes after the final bite, feeling Wolfram within her—his love, his strength, his spirit now part of her journey. She whispers to the night, voice trembling but resolute.
"Together, always—no matter how far I go," she says, and the night holds her words close, cradling a love that death could not separate.
