Greta’s mouth fell opened as she looked at the stranger before her posing his question. She was all ready to be annoyed by the way most people approached her about her abilities and how she could be of service to them. But the way he phrased his question piqued her interest. “… why would you even want that?”
“Why wouldnt I? I am a monster in many peoples eyes and I long to feel the sun upon my skin once more, to be able to eat food, to just feel alive once more would be nice.” He explained as she questioned why. “Have you had to spend most of your life hiding in fear of being turned to ash if you stepped out into the sun? Do you have to drink blood in order to live? “
“Happy and maybe a little surprised. If it was a random person I would be concerned but if it was someone that I was in love with as well I wouldnt mind.”
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