Yesterday, I was leaping with joy; today I woke up with fear in me. I can hear sticks snapping and leaves trembling underneath. Wolves are howling as the moonlight trickles away. I miss Lysander. All that I can think of is, where is he?
I think, this morning, wolves are eating his flesh. Will I ever see him again? My true love is gone. I can hear stags fighting. I wonder if that will be me in between.
I wish I had never gone with Lysander. I wish I listened to my father I believe that Demetrius is right for me now.