— I only said it'd be better if we weren't friends, not that I didn't wanna be.
— What does that mean?
— It means if you were smart, you'd stay away from me.
— Hey, you're from Arizona, right?
— Yeah.
— Aren't people from Arizona supposed to be, like, really tan?
— Yeah. Maybe that's why they kicked me out.
"You're impossibly fast and strong. Your skin is pale white and ice-cold. Your eyes change color. And sometimes you speak like you're from a different time. You never eat or drink anything. You don't go out in the sunlight. How old are you?"
"Seventeen."
"How long have you been 17?"
"A while."
"I know what you are."
"Say it. Out loud. Say it."
"Vampire."
"Are you afraid?"
"No."
"Then ask me the most basic question. What do we eat?"
"You won't hurt me. Where are we going?"
"Up the mountain. Out of the cloud bank."
— Anything you need, tour guide, lunch date, shoulder to cry on?
— I'm really kind of the more suffer-in-silence type.
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does.
— I'll meet you at the altar.
— I'll be the one in white.
— That's very convincing.
This wasn't a choice between you and Jacob. It was between who I should be and who I am. I've always felt out of step. Like literally, stumbling through my life. I'm never felt normal. Because I'm not normal. I don't wanna be. I've had to face death... ...and loss and pain, in your world. But, I've also never felt stronger... ...more real, more my self. Because it's my world, too. It's where I belong.