Why Not See Which Is Brighter: Your

It Matters To Me. That's What You Don't Get. You Can't Understand. You Can't Understand What It's Like Knowing What I Did. That Whole Time Being Strigoi...it's Like A Dream Now, But It's One I Remember Clearly. There Can Be No Forgiveness For Me. And What Happened With You? I Remember That Most Of All. Everything I Did. Everything I Wanted To Do.

More Than His Exterior Hit Me. I Felt Warm And Safe Just Being With Him. He Brought Comfort After My Terrible Day. So Often With Other People I Felt A Need To Be Center Of Attention, To Be Funny And Always Have Something Clever To Say. It Was A Habit I Needed To Shake. But With Him I Never Felt Like I Had To Be Anything More Than What I Already Was. I Didn’t Have To Entertain Him Or Think Up Jokes Or Even Flirt. It Was Enough To Just Be Together, To Be So Completely Comfortable In Each Other’s Presence—we Lost All Sense Of Self-consciousness.

Sex Had Been Amazing, But It Wasn't A Magical Cure For Everything. Damn. Somewhere Along The Way, I'd Picked Up Common Sense.

Maybe Under All That Guilt And Certainty That He Couldn't Love Again, He Still Wanted Me. I Would Have Liked To Have Found Out. But I Didn't Have The Time. Instead, I Punched Him.

Do You Love Him?" There Were Only A Few People In The World Who Could Ask Me Such Insanely Personal Questions Without Getting Punched. Dimitri Was One Of Them.