Due to the two reviews I got that told me to continue (thank you vinylcheese and JustCaitlin!), I'm adding another chapter to this fic. I'm gonna say this story is based five years after the end of the books, cause I hadn't specified before. So, ya. Enjoy!

SPOV

The distant patter of rain reached his ears as he approached a small stretch of road that was unpopulated by people returning to their homes, and he stopped, wondering where he was going. He had just started walking, and he had no clue where he as going or what he was doing. He was just walking. His hands were stuffed deep into the pockets of his baggy jeans, and his shoulders were slumped, his eyes down-cast. He had nowhere to go.

The night had finally fallen. Despite Simon's miraculous ability to walk in the sun, he still was more comfortable after the sun had set. It offered a simple comfort, telling him that somehow, no matter how fucked his life was, he would be alright. He could smell the ozone of an oncoming storm in the chill air, but did not move to pull his jacket tighter or to pull his hood over his head. What point was there to do so? Being undead did have a few perks, one of which was that he didn't feel cold, he couldn't get sick. He couldn't grow old.

No. That wasn't a gift. That was a curse, a curse that he was terrified of. He was terrified of watching everyone he knew grow old, of them dying, until all that was left was him and an empty shell of a life, full of memories and dreams that would never come true. The worst part was knowing there was nothing he could do about it.

And there was Izzy. He could deny it to everyone else, no matter how many times they asked, but he could not deny what his heart was telling him. He loved her. He couldn't help but love her, and he had loved her for all these short years of his immortal life. Ever since that night he had spent in her room after Max's death he had loved her with all of what was left of whatever was human in him.

But he refused to pursue her, to put her through the heart ache that would go along with being together. He would grow old, and he would stay young, watching her age, until she was on her deathbed, and he would lose her. He would walk in an eternity of sadness, remembering her, and only her.

As the rain neared, Simon moved towards the wall of a nearby ally and began to climb, and as he climbed, he thought of why he was out here in the first place.

Simons' mother had been worried about him lately, what with his lack of appetite, his paleness, and his restless manner. And last night, when he had been resting, she had come into his room, to make sure he was okay. And she saw him lying there in bed, still as the corpse he was. And she moved over to him and put her hand on his forehead, as she had when he was a little boy with a fever or a cold, and she would take care of him. But this time, he didn't have a temperature. This time, his skin was icy. And when she moved her hand down to where his pulse should have been, she let out a scream of despair, for her son was dead, he had to be dead, for he had no heartbeat—

Her despair had turned to horror when his eyes opened and he had looked up at her, surprised at her despair. She had shrieked at him, asking who he was what had happened to him, and finally for him to get out of her house.

She had called him a monster.

Simon sat on a rooftop, the beginnings of a storm stirring around him, and wondered if his life would ever be hold the happiness it had held before.

He kind of doubted it.

Did you know that Microsoft word 2010 doesn't recognize "undead" as a word?

Anyways, review, and hopefully I continue this one, instead of dragging out my upload for almost a year (sorry about that again).

Much love, Kate.

EDIT: i just changed one small fact in this chapter. i would edit entirely, but i'm writing chapter 4, and its almost midnight. so JUST THE ONE FACT. that is all. thank you.