Chapter 9:

-It's hard to let go-

All the way home she had cried, not certainly whether it was right to give him up that. The day got worse, as the weather suddenly radically changed and she hadn't even an umbrella with her and the cars on the streets were ruthless and drove through puddles, so that she got home totally soaked and dirty. The door clicked in, as she closed her again and on the wanted to go on the fastest way into the bathroom, to grant a showerHardly she ran upstairs, already called her mother her out of the kitchen.

"Mum, not now. I need a hot a shower."

"But I cooked you something. "

"I'm coming down immediately again."

Finally, she could take off her wet clothes and threw them straight away in the washing basket. She hung herself a bathrobe and a hair cloth somewhat near to the shower. Oh felt this good, to feel clean and nice warm water on the bare skin and to wash all dirt away however she had to think about Michael and it was as if somebody rammed a nail through her heart. She sat crying on the douche ground and lingered in this condition a while. She could hear a knock at the bathroom's door.

"Melissa, it's everything all right?" no answer came. "Darling, you're already in there since a half hour, is everything ok?"

Melissa came out from the shower, dried her off and put the bathrobe around her bare body and wound her hair into the small towel, then, the door opened. Her mum waited outdoors.

"It's nothing you should worry about. Men matter."

"Is something with Michael?"

"It's over. We will see us never again." she fell crying around the neck of her mother.

"Shhht... did he name also a reason? However, you looked so happily yesterday."

Melissa couldn't say the truth, but the truth was that he wouldn't like to see her again, exactly because he loved her and became ever clearer for her what really happened yesterday.The more she added up one and one, the more she understood what Michael had tried to explain her, what really happened yesterday. Twenty years not to know any feelings, and then, he finds them again and the first what had happened, his other side refuses and doesn't want to know this word, feeling 'love'.But when he kissed her today, it was like a dream... so naturally, she forgot that he was dead or a monster and she knew internally that he felt safe and that he really loved her.This thought let her cheer up a bit again. She wiped herself, the tears from the eyes and smiled a bit. "He is leaving the city." She lied.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry. He really was a more charmingly young man."

Yes, that was he, refrained that he was no man anymore. But if again somebody thinks to know some bad things about vampires or werewolves, particularly about their appearance, then, she had to say that they have an angel's face.