Prologue
He felt exhausted. He needed to hunt., the burn down his throat was unbearable. But it was nothing compared to the pain in his heart. It was as if he was standing right next to her, but couldn't talk to her, touch her or even smell her. He curled up, starting to enjoy the thirst, it distracted him.
He had left for her own safety, but was she safe without him to protect her? What if that damn vampire found her again?
He shouldn't have gone. Now there's no way of telling. Did she hate him now? Did she finally realise he was nothing more than a monster? He felt his still heart getting torn apart slowly, piece by piece.
Her, his first love. His clumsy, beautiful human. His. How could he have hurt her like that?
