I remained in my head for so long that darkness surrounded me. The room embraced no light and I couldn't remember the time of day. All I remembered was the pain and hurt I felt from loving someone who didn't love me back.
            
The moonlight casting through the window helped me to realize the time. But the pain was still there, haunting me.
              
Lying in bed, staring up at the empty ceiling, I tried to forget. As empty as the wall looked, I wished I was empty too. With the tears still crawling on my cheeks, I had no idea when I would feel better, when I would feel like moving again.
             
"Can I come in?" asked Pansy from behind the door.

"No," I replied.

"Well, I don't care. I'm coming in." She entered the room and I couldn't stop her. I had no energy to stop her. A part of me didn't want to, because I could use the company.

But as she took a seat on the bed and looked at me like I was fine, I knew my heart would break till there was nothing left. "Now tell me what happened."

"Why don't you ask him?" I gave an attitude in high hopes that she would leave. I didn't want her company anymore. Just looking at her brought more pain. It was because of her that I felt so discouraged, so insecure.

My temper didn't affect her. She just raised a brow bewilderedly, looking at me with concern in the midst of her green irises. "But I want to hear it from you."

"There's nothing to tell," I answered, pulling my knees to my chest.

She tilted her ear just a bit. "I know you're lying."

Maybe refusing to tell her wasn't a good option. She knew my lies could be detected through a single heartbeat, but how can I express myself to her without crying?

All I knew of love was the great feeling it gave me. That was until it burned me like fire to candles, melting me to the core in both my heart and soul.

"He likes you and not me." I cleared my throat and continued, "He kissed me in the cellar, then told me he had complications with you."

"Yes, we had complications. But it's nothing to worry about now. He and I had a strange past, but it was nothing serious. We dated on and off, that's it."

My eyes widened in shock. "What?"

"He likes you, Saige, not me. He only mentioned our complications thinking you should know about it. He wasn't trying to hurt you." Pansy stared at every corner of the room and then peered back at me. "But you should give him another chance. He deserves it just as much as you two deserve each other."

She said some other things that weren't surprising. Knowing Pansy, she has no turn off button and willingly opens her mouth when she wants to. She likes her thoughts floating around rather than bottled up. There's never a dull moment with her.

We continued to talk. It was like talking to my mom, except with a friend rather than a parent. She said some weird things that went through one ear and out the other, but I didn't mind. I liked talking to Pansy.

I waited for her to shut up before I could ask, "Is he still mad at me?"

"No, he isn't," she replied. "He's actually downstairs waiting for you."
    
But how do I face him? The question almost slipped from my tongue, but she did so much already that I didn't want to ask for advice. This was where I had to do things alone.
                 
I remembered again my four years running. Alone and on the run always had me thinking more and more about my parents and how I could have stopped Bones. But now, I wished I could have saved them...and with doing so, I wouldn't have fallen in love or made the mistake of kissing a vampire. However, the thought hadn't reached the surface until now.
                 
After exiting the room, I felt different. Love wasn't something I was good at. With my parents never around when I was a kid, I never knew the meaning of the word. My middle school crush and best friend Adam showed me the ropes on the whole thing. I didn't know what love was until he kissed me a few nights before my parents died. It was my first kiss and I didn't know how to cope with it.
                 
But as I entered the living room, a boy with dark brown hair and gray eyes has shown me what it means to love someone and how to cope with it. He truly was the perfect vampire.
                 
A part of me wanted to jumped into his arms and kiss him when he stood up from the couch. But I refrained from doing the one thing that weighed us down in the first place. I didn't want to lose him again by doing something I knew I would regret later.
                 
I scratched the back of my head nervously. "I'm here to talk."
                 
"Okay," he said as we both awkwardly took a seat on the couch.
                 
Sitting here reminded me of the time he cuddled me after Bones appeared to me in the alleyway. Knowing that he rescued me made me want to forget talking and just forgive him. But just like that I was pulled back to the pain he caused me.
                 
How could I be so insensitive?
                 
"I'm sorry for overreacting. It just hurt that-"
                 
He placed his hand on my lap, interrupting me. "No, I'm the one who should be apologizing. I wasn't thinking when I kissed you. It was wrong of me to do that."
                 
Wrong? I thought, feeling a little displeased. How could he think kissing me was wrong? I thought he had feelings for me. Or was I one who was wrong?
                  
Nevertheless, I sat there, still staring at him. I was so lost in his eyes that even the silver flecks of gray seemed to enlighten me. I didn't know what to say or do. He was confusing me.
                 
Just like Pansy, he heard my heartbeat, because he said, "I didn't mean it like that. I just thought it was what you wanted...what I wanted."
                
"You didn't want it?" Confusion poured from my veins. What was he trying to say that involved so much explaining? Why couldn't he just blurt it out?
               
"Of course I wanted it," he replied. "I just didn't think you did. One minute you were kissing me, and the next you weren't."
               
"I had my reasons." And I did. Our kiss was leaning towards something along the lines of a relationship and I just wasn't ready for it.
              
"I understand," he said. "And I'll never force you to do something you aren't ready for. If it means anything, I'll wait for you as long as possible. Even if it's for a long time. I'll wait."
               
A smile perched on my lips. I didn't anticipate to hide it, because it felt so good.
               
Pansy asked from another room, "Is it alright to come in?"
              
"Yeah," he replied.
             
"Good," Pansy said, taking a seat. "I'm glad you two worked things out."
               
I didn't know where things with Deacon will go, but I didn't think we worked things out yet. It's all scrambled like a puzzle.
               
However, thoughts of Bones appeared. Like the scrambled puzzle, Bones was someone I didn't have any answers about. What was he? What does he want from me? Is there a way to escape his torment? Why does his name hurt every time I hear it?
               
So many questions.
              
No answers.
             
"What are we going to do about Bones?" I asked. "He knows where I am and it's bad enough I'm not leaving the state right about now."
               
And it was the truth. He was still a problem in my life.
              
"With what we know about you, I don't think he's going to try anything," Deacon replied with confidence in his voice. "You're too valuable to him."
               
What did he mean by that? What does he know?
               
"Deacon's right," added Pansy. "If anything, he'll most likely try to see you than try to kill you."
               
The voices in my head kept me sane. But was it sanity creating these thoughts? What were they not telling me?
              
"We know what you are," Deacon confessed. "We just don't know what he is."
                
I asked the obvious. "What am I?"
                
They both sat there, hesitation in their posture. I wanted to know. I really, really wanted to know...desperately, hopelessly, and eagerly wanted to know.
              
"What am I?!" I cried out. 
              
At last they answered. "You're a werewitch."
              
"I'm a what?!"