Even though I was running for my life at the moment, I couldn’t bring myself to regret meeting him that night. If I hadn’t have gone to Meshella’s birthday bonfire my life would have been normal, gone to college, got my heart broken a few times, graduated eventually and lived the rest of my life totally clueless that we share our world with creatures that are coincidentally chasing me right now. I was like all the rest only thinking the supernatural existed in fiction books you could check out from the library, astonishingly ignorant to the signs that humans were not the only species on the planet that were like us.
It’s too late to dwell on the past even if I wished I would have never met that 6 foot 3, blonde haired and green eyed man who haunts my dreams. What I should be focusing on is pushing past the burning pain in my legs and also my lungs, as well as not slowing down, but I can’t help it. I’m only human. Ha Ha. That joke is only funny when he says it to me I guess.
I started lagging behind everyone else and I knew I was going to get caught. I was going to die before I could even see his breathtaking face again. No! I have to still try!
Within seconds I slipped on an uneven patch of dirt by the cliff and the ground gave way. The last thing I remembered hearing was snarling from somewhere above me, then my world started fading to black. Please, don’t let me die before I can tell him how sorry I am.