• “If you really want to mess with darkness, Alex,” I made her name sound like a vile poison, “you should know darkness always comes back and sometimes light is extinguished.” She looked at me a mixture of horror, fear, and shock plainly written on her face. Her slight whimper rushed after her as she escaped through my window. I laid in bed face down half terrified of what I had just done.
    I decided I needed some kind of company I couldn’t stay home alone. The only person I could think of to go and see was Rhodes. So I went. I walked in and laid on his a plush filled chair. My head hung off the side and my legs were crisscrossed against the back. He laughed and I stuck my tongue out at him. It crossed my mind for a second how absolutely wrong this was but I didn’t care all that much. He asked me questions till he knew all the big events of my life. From the first time I walked to my first kiss. He knew the exact day my parents told me I was something that wasn’t completely human and he knew how I met the people closest to me. Eventually I got him to tell me the happiest part of his life I didn’t let on that I knew he was never human. As he talked the detail he spoke with painted a picture in my head. It was like he was the narrator of a play that was being put together as he talked.
    “ I grew up in a huge meadow. The grass was sweet smelling and the brightest most unpolluted of greens. Such soft spongy grass like laying on a piece of heaven itself. It was filled with roses of every color. Deepest of reds to the purest of whites. Soft lilac purples and canary yellows. All these beautiful flowers the smell was captivating. The sky was one of my favorite parts, though. The meadow seemed to be in this perfect dome that a part of the sky created. The sun was bright, shining down blessing the world with it’s light. The sky was a crystal blue like sapphires glinting throughout. The clouds were fluffy as a bunny’s tail, and they were so very white. All kinds of clouds Puffy fat jolly ones, and wispy quick hyper ones. It was truly perfection,” his voice hinted at his longing and at a time when he was a more whimsical creature. I felt so sorry for him but said nothing. Instead I closed my eyes and pictured being in the meadow with him. Not saying a word just being there and being held in his arms while laying in that flawless grass. I opened my eyes because I felt his warmness near me. He had set himself down on the floor so that his face was not far from mine. I looked into his eyes his lips were below my eye level and I dared not to look at them for fear of kissing him again. I left after another hour or so, in which we mainly just sat without a word.