I watched from under a tree on the edge of an overhang as the sun slowly set, the golden beams painting pastel pinks and purples across the darkening blue. The stars were slowly starting to appear and the silver moon dimly glowed full. I could see cottages in the valley below lighting candles and closing shutters. This was the time of day where people came home from their daily lives and spent time with their families or went to bed. It was called normal.

I didn’t have that luxury. For me, that kind of normal was foreign. My normal consisted of hiding during the day, and coming out at night.

I looked in a lake one night, and my eyes were glowing. Glowing. Do you know how strange that is? Do you know how horrible that is? Of course you wouldn’t. You aren’t cursed. You will never be cursed.

…You will never be me.