PROLOUGE
PROLOUGE
It had been two years since the day we first met. He stared into my eyes and smiled. "I love you." He said. I smiled and responded by kissing him. Even after everything he had learned over this past year, somehow he still loved me. There was no doubt in my entire life, no matter how long I may live, that I loved him. And yet allowing him to be with me put him in danger, and it also put a time limit on our relationship. He was human and I wasn't. I would look the same for the rest of my life, but he would grow older. But I couldn't let him go; I couldn't walk away from the past two years of my life. But how could I justify what I wanted so much for him, but didn't want at all, all at the same time?
