Bound By Blood
He says, “Just because I have people to talk to doesn’t mean I’m not lonely. Most people don’t understand me and the things I think… the things I feel.”
I lean forward, resting my arms on the counter of the island as I look as him and ask, “Care to elaborate?”
The corner of his mouth twitches up and he says, “You know, I wish I was a human.”
My eyebrows lift up in surprise and he continues, “The others don’t understand why I take so many risks, why I seem childish or care much for my life. But the truth of the matter is, immortality to me is a heavy burden to bear. Knowing there is so little that can actually harm me… it makes me want to take risks, it makes me want to feel something. It mak