Sasquatch Love

The great beast had lived in the deep green hush of the forest for longer than he could count. The days passed in a rhythmic solitude: plucking berries from thorny brambles, crouching by clear streams, watching the slow dance of the wind through the treetops. There had been a time when humans came searching for him—clumsy creatures with flashing lights and voices too loud for the whispering woods. He had stayed ahead of them, moving silently, erasing his own tracks, blending into the dappled shade. Over time, they had stopped coming. And while part of him felt relief, another part ached with the loneliness of being unseen.

The forest was vast, beautiful beyond words, but he had no one to share it with. He walked through groves of towering cedars, careful not to leave a trail. At night, he lay beneath the stars, tracing patterns in the sky, wondering what it would be like to share this life with another. He had never seen another like himself, not once in all his years. The thought haunted him, whispering in the rustling leaves and the hoots of owls.

One evening, as he knelt to drink from a cold mountain stream, something stirred in his periphery. His breath caught. There—just beyond the water’s shimmering surface—was a form like his own. Broad-shouldered, covered in thick, dark fur. His first instinct was to disappear into the trees, as he had always done. But a yearning stronger than fear rose in him, and before he could stop himself, a low, trembling wail escaped his throat.

The figure in the shadows froze. The bushes rustled. Then, a call in return—softer, uncertain, but unmistakable.

He stepped forward, his heart pounding. And there she was. A face like his, eyes deep and dark and knowing. They stared at each other, two solitary souls suddenly not alone. Fear warred with relief, but neither of them moved to vanish. For the first time, he did not feel like a ghost in his own home. The wind carried their silent understanding between them, rustling the leaves in quiet approval.

Then, the sky rumbled, and fat droplets began to fall. Instinctively, he ducked under the shelter of a large-leafed canopy, shielding himself from the sudden downpour. But as soon as he did, a jolt of realisation struck him—he had left her behind. Panic surged through him, and he rushed back to the clearing, his heart thudding. She was gone.

A deep, anguished cry tore from his throat, cursing himself for his foolishness. But before despair could consume him, the undergrowth shifted, and she emerged once more, her eyes searching for him. The relief was indescribable. Without hesitation, he reached for her hand, and she did not pull away. Together, they dashed through the vibrant, rain-drenched greenery, the forest alive with the scent of wet earth and the rhythm of falling water.

They found shelter in a cave beside a roaring waterfall, the air thick with mist. As the rain pounded against the rocks outside, he turned to her, a silent vow forming in his heart. He was no longer alone. And he would never forget it