“I watched her this morning while cutting her hair by the river. For a second I even got the impression she wanted to stab herself in the heart but she didn’t.
So I followed her home and I saw how light-hearted and confident she is despite that little moment of insanity I thought I was witnessing. I did not talked to her, for we live in two other worlds. And I know for fact that mine would not accept her.
She’s human, but not quite, she’s different in a way I can not explain and I’m certain she sensed parts of what I am. Parts I’m not proud of.
She does not belong here.”
It’s a terrible thing to know what you want, and to know you can not have it at all.