It's been a week since he had left. So I'm going to my mantion is southern Georgia. It has been mine for over 50 years. He is going to regret leaving me. I'm a Peculiar a rare type of people. After we get out hearts broken ripped and shatters by our mates. We slowly go dark. Our eyes slowly turn purple one compleatly purple one eye at a time. there is no going back to the good well there is one way a true loves kiss after we have gone dark. We have magic we can do almost anything with our smoke mine is a deep ocean blue. I need to get my magic back. I'm in need of Carlisle's help I need to stay in the light.