I've lived a bombastic life.

I grew up with the thought that my friends would always stay by my side, and my life would go on peacefully.

I dreamed that people would want to be with me, and that I would be able spend time with them, like friends normally do. I'd feel wanted as we walked through town to window shop, stop for fast food, or just sit and talk about everything until the night would sneak up on us.

And of course, my greatest wish was to always be by his side. I wanted to live a life like his, successfully and confidently. I wanted to live by his side as a college student with nothing to worry about other than homework, not dangerous battles.

No matter how hard I try, I can't forget him, I can't push him out of my mind. Those barren eyes, ones that once held kindness and love for others, now hold hatred and disgust, and only wish to see the human race burn. The moment he pointed those lifeless darts at me and uttered those words I never wished to hear, he left a scar on my stone heart. A scar I can't fix or hide from everyone.

Everyone...

There's no way I can forget them, either. After only being with them for a few months, they have already made an remarkable impact on my existence. There are humans out there who still care for others and who give up their well-being to protect them. They have showed me kindness and love in the darkest of times, and reminded me that I'm not alone. They want to help, but... I must not let them.

I can't drag them into my problems, they already go through enough, doing so would just be selfish. They lost their family, friends, and free time, I have no right to take more from them.

And what good am I to them, anyway? What do I have to offer? I have no strength, I'm not brave, all I have is this useless power. This power that is relished to seem as something great is only pushed away as I offer my hands to help them.

Especially... I blushed as those effulgent silver eyes flashed by in my mind. What am I to him? He is the one who suppresses my power the most, even if there is gaping red hole in his chest. But...he also has showed me more empathy than anyone else. It's like he has to be near me to survive, and I don't mind it one bit. I love how I am able to mean so much to him even though I can provide nothing in return. I only wish I knew why he wants to be near me, or how he can even stand it.

I drew my arm to my chest and clutched my jacket.

The wind was blowing softly through the night sky as I stood in the garden. I took in a deep breath, attempting to recollect myself.

'She went mad, and died in agony.'

My hand's grip on my jacket constricted and I quivered at the sound of Sairi's voice echoing through my head. I lifted my head and gazed at the stars gleaming in the night sky.

Why does that scare me so much?

If...if I can be of use to anyone or anything, then I will gladly do it. I just don't want to be an empty shell.

Do I really belong with them?