The room hadn't changed very much from the last time I saw it. However, something had been added and it nearly made me want to cry. Notebooks, there were literally piles and piles of notebooks. They were placed neatly on the floor for those that couldn't all fit on the desk.

"What is all this?"

I looked to Ian hoping to find some explanation.

"While you were gone, Mel told me how you liked to draw. Ever since then every time I had to leave I always made sure to bring back a notebook for you. Take a look at this."

I didn't know if I could take much more. Ian took a small wooden box out from under the bed.

"Those notebooks aren't going to be much if you don't have something to draw with."

He opened the box and Wanda's heart almost stopped beating. There were so many colors. Ian had done all this for me. There was no stopping it now. The tears flowed down so fast so intensely they were beginning to blind me. Is this what happened when two people are in love? Did this ache ever go away? And yet, I didn't want it to go away, I thought as I sunk to the floor. I heard Ian place the box on the floor and he began to hold me so tight.

We had been here once before. I was telling Ian that I was leaving him and he was trying to keep me from leaving. It was as if his arms tried to create a barrier between us and the rest of the world. However, this was a different kind of ache. Ian was closer than ever before, but not enough. I had never felt such selfishness, but I wanted more of him just like I knew he wanted more of me.

Ian kissed my forehead, my eyes, and then my lips. I missed the taste of him. I didn't know how much until I realize my arms were around his neck and his were around my waist. We pulled away, but another second had even past before I felt the presence of his tantalizing lips once again.

"Good or bad?"

As if he needed to ask.

"Bad."

Ian looked puzzled for a moment.

"Maybe you should try again?"

He reached towards me, but I pulled away.

"Not here."

It was so selfish of me. I wanted more of him.

"Then where?"

I use my eyes as a compass. As much as I thought I was ready for the journey I was about to embark on. I hadn't the courage to say it out loud. I directed Ian to the corner of the room where the bed was placed. Ian looked back at me as if he could sense my fear; I could sense his.

"Are you sure?"

No, I wasn't sure about anything. I wasn't sure the others would be more excepting of me even though I no longer resided in Melanie. I wasn't sure more Seekers wouldn't try and infringe on our home. I wasn't sure that there could ever be a place where the two of us could be accepted. I wasn't sure of anything, except that I had found it. I had found the one thing I never knew I wanted and could never be without again.

"No, but I know I want you."