I run over to him, throwing myself at him, I can't believe this is happening. And I am pretty sure it isn't. My dreams were often about Marvel. But who cares if this was a dream? It felt like he was here with me, and I've missed him so. It wouldn't make any harm if I just pretend for a moment he is here with me, right? He almost loses all his balance with all my force, pushing into him. We barely fall down on the ground, but it wouldn't stop me from clinging onto him.

His t-shirt is all damp after my tears, crying into his chest. He doesn't remember me? What if he left because of me? It happens sometimes in my dreams he leaves me all over again. But I do have some good dreams, where he is still with me. He never left. There are the nightmares too of course… We meet, we kiss, and then.. he is gone. In some of the nightmares, he screams at me, saying how I am such a fool, thinking he would choose me, a human. I wake up screaming and crying every time. I back away from his tight grip around me, trying to figure out which kind of dream this is.

Marvels sea green eyes lock on to mine. He lifts up his hand and gently strokes my cheek.
''Ivy?'' He whispers, his voice sounding hoarse. My hand reaches up for the one he has on my cheek. I take his free hand in mine and squeeze it, afraid that if I let go, I might lose him forever.
''I thought they were lying…'' he says in a weak voice. That wasn't meant for me, but for himself.
''Marvel I'm right here. Don't worry I'm not going anywhere.''

He brings his face closer to mine and I let his lips press hard against my own.
''Oh Ivy! I thought I'd never see you again! I was so afraid!'' He doesn't hide the tears that fall silently down his cheeks. There is an urgency in his voice when he speaks again.
''Don't ever leave me. You're all I have left. You're the only thing keeping me going.'' I can't help but smile. It all seems so real. But it isn't. He isn't here. I push the thought away.

Instead, I pull him with me towards the bed and he wraps his strong arms that have grown weaker from the last time, around me. I squeeze as hard as I can without hurting him. I don't know why, but I am so careful around him. My embrace let him know what I can't say. That now he is safe, now he can relax. I feel sad that I will wake up without him, but I nuzzle into his warm chest and fall asleep.

Seeing her walking around with Jeb was just weird. She looked so… lost. She wasn't there anymore. She was just wandering around – a lost soul, misplaced in a huge labyrinth of caves. I wanted to run to her, hold her tight and tell her everything was going to be okay when I say her earlier this day by the fields, but I wouldn't find the courage. I wanted to, trust me. But she hated me. She despites us all, thinking we were all murders. And after what she had said after seeing the soul… I felt guilty. And I hadn't even done anything.

They knocked me out before I could do anything to help her. When I woke up, I wandered around for what seemed hours, looking for her. But she was nowhere to be seen. Scared by the thought they had killed her, I broke down. The humans tested me, checking my blood for silver or anything of that shit, but they found nothing and they started to treat me as an equal. Telling them Ivy wasn't a soul they still didn't trust me. They said she had brainwashed me or played some mind games on me, but I was certain everything about Ivy was real.

Doc put me into work almost instantly, telling me there was no use looking for her. He told me she was safe, but she was in shock, not communicating to anything. All he had to say was that I needed to put my mind somewhere else, so he sent me to the fields to start working.

It sort of worked… After two days, my hands were familiar to the routine. But then, in the middle of the work, everybody stopped. Thinking this was odd, because the break was hours away, I turned, and I saw her enter the cave. Her eyes were all widen up and floating across the ceiling, astonished by the mirrors. Her mouth was wide open, amazed. She looked adorable, even though she was all dirty and messed up. The freckles surrounding her tiny face are more than I've remembered and her blond hair isn't wavy anymore, but all tangled and matted. Her eyes met mine, but they showed no emotion. Everything was cut off. It was like she had never even noticed the mirrors in the air, floating above us.

I feel pain when I look at her. The guilt overflows me again. Why hadn't I found her? And was that blood on her jumper? A flashback of her raged face hits me. She is yelling at me, calling me a monster. She hated me. She didn't want me here. I owed her everything. I would never bother her again. Quickly turning to Carol who is working just a few feet away I give her a nod before moving away from the fields as fast as possible. I can't believe I've failed her. She had trusted me.

I was going to make it up for her.

So yup, I know it was short - but thats life.
We still dont know if Marvel is human or a soul huh? Man, I am such a horrible person for letting you suffer about this huge question. (HA! I wish. No one gives a shit really...)
But look on the bright side; you still got the chance to say which one you would prefer. The human or the soul?

You know I like you guys right? (: