No One Could Be Still

I, The Soul Called Wanderer, Love You, Human Ian. And That Will Never Change, No Matter What I Might Become.

Don't Worry, Mel. Miracles Don't Work That Way. I'll Never Lose You. I'll Never Let You Get Away From Me.

Maybe I Was What Leah Thought She Was. Some Kind Of Dead End That Shouldn’t Be Passed On To Another Generation. Or Maybe It Was Just That My Life Was A Big, Cruel Joke, And There Was No Escape From The Punch Line. -jacob

The Sun Was Hot On My Skin, Too Bright As It Bounced Off The White Concrete And Blinded Me. I Felt Dangerously Exposed. More Fiercely Than I Would Have Dreamed I Was Capable Of, I Wished For The Green, Protective Forest Of Forks . . . Of Home.

What Was It That Made This Human Love So Much More Desirable To Me Than The Love Of My Own Kind? Was It Because It Was Exclusive And Capricious? The Souls Offered Love And Acceptance To All. Did I Crave A Greater Challenge?...or Was It Simply Better Somehow? Because These Humans Hate With So Much Fury, Was The Other End Of The Spectrum That They Could Love With More Heart And Zeal And Fire?