And as she lay dying she thought of everything. She thought of the one she hated. She thought of the one she loved. And she thought of the one impossible to live without. In the end it was the same person.

But he wasn't human, and he would never be human. He could never understand her. Her beliefs, her misery, her joy. He wasn't part of her world.

They lied, they didn't know her pain. They didn't know what it was to be cherished and betrayed with those amer eyes. They didn't understand how each of his words was like a wound to her chest. They knew nothing.