Charlie the Werewolf
Charlie left himself behind. He doesn’t know why. When he walked in upon Fire and Nate on top of each other, stripped to barely nothing, mouths glued, eyes closed… he growled, even as a human. Fire had opened her eyes and her pupils had grown wide.
Surprise? Fear? Humiliation? Being high? Charlie didn’t know.
Charlie did know what his eyes had seen. He had seen her pull away from Nate. He had seen her take the hand gun from Nate’s baggy pants on the floor, and pull the trigger.
He had seen Fire fall to the floor, took her own life. Her red hair spread out like flames across the floor. He had seen Nate laugh and then vomit on the bed before passing out. They had obviously used some form of drug.
So he left Charlie behind, an impulse.