- 11:03 AM But I love her.
"The Dark needs you on their side." He stands before me as a girl now, so much different from before. It's so funny, seeing what he's become. Seeing him fall down.
"I've got things I need here, I won't join your war."
"It's all of our war. And you know you can help." Even in begging he looks majestic. But I can see through him. Being me, I can see through anyone. "I know you want the dark to win."
I think of her small frame in my arms. She's not one of them. "You know nothing about me" I hiss, teeth growing, claws sprouting. He doesn't know about her or what a war would do.
"I thought you were on our side" His voice is deep coming from a female's body. He always had powers like mine but he thought he was too peaceful to use them. You're no better than I am, Himmel.
"You can do what I can, why come begging me anymore? Take your little women and throw up the ranks. If that's what you're so set on doing." I'm not fighting this time. I never really cared for it, unless I was already winning to begin with.
"So you're going to fight for them?" Oh Holy Himmel, thought you were too good for anything, thought you knew all this, thought you were strong. You've fallen like them all and now you're joining sides. You've fallen to the fight.
"I'm going to fight for HER" My voice distorted, I growl at him. He wasn't supposed to know about her. No one was. She is only mine, something they can't taint.
Himmel won't hurt her. He's not like me, and no matter how far he falls he never will be. He won't hurt her. But now he knows why I'm not fighting.

"I always thought you were from somewhere else."
"What does it matter where I'm from? This is where I am now."

- 1:19 PM "Take your hair down."

She said it in a voice I've never heard from her before. All in all she looks so different from the tiny piece of junk she was when I met her. But that voice, it had confidence, and that was something that never belonged where she was.
Take down your hair, I'd heard it before. From a face I loved far more than this girl. I don't love her at all. Kimoura had said that to me and I obliged, I always obliged to her but now...
Now it's this girl. Do I dare? She stands before me like she knows what she's doing. I want her to cry. To double over and clutch herself. I want her to be normal and familiar because I never wanted change. Kimoura, why is it like this? Why couldn't I be with you?
The dusk streams in through the windows, and the chimes blow in the wind. I'm taking too long to respond. Yes, or no?
I'll do it. But only to fulfill some sort of personal tragedy within myself. So I can mourn the loss of something that only belonged to me and her. So I can make it worthless.
I undo the band and it falls down to my shoulders. The curls touch my cheeks in a foreign sensation. Do you see now?
And she has a smile on her face. She shouldn't smile. She doesn't own that right. I want to kick her for being Grey, for being happy right now, because she's pathetic. She's supposed to be pathetic. I'm the one who's strong.
"It's nothing special." I take the emotion from my voice, but I still hope she can feel my hate for her, "You belong alone, you know. You were never meant to see that." I wanted to tell her to die. To go back to where she came from. But I was already leaving the room.
I didn't hear her crying, which was a bad sign. Perhaps she would survive it. Why can't I win everything, Kimoura?
Look at what I am now.