I still find myself wishing this was all a dream. I long for the days when all I dealt with was rumors. I want to be the one that is feared again, not the one that is sought out for protection. If this was a dream I could still be wrapped in the arms of Wesley as the world passes me by. Maybe this is a spell, witches did exist after all. Oh what am I thinking? I know better than that. I can let go of the delusion that it’s fake. I know Wesley is gone and Aaron is gone as well. Then there is me, I’m broken and battered, my heart is empty and alone.
I think I am cursed, it seems no matter who I get attached to something horrible happens to them. Wesley was taken from me by force, Aaron by accident, all I have now is Adam. Of all the humans in my life Adam is the one that has held on for dear life. No matter what he has been put through he keeps right on trucking.
I know I will always love Wesley, and I still have every intention of saving him. Yet after seeing the changes in him, I couldn’t be with him no matter if I wanted to. Wesley and I were pushed apart, we were nothing more than a simple what was. I will be roaming the earth fighting battles with fire in hopes of making a difference while he drained the lives of those around him because it was his only method of living. At least that is what the image said to me, the night that he had summoned me to his plain. The once sickly boy suddenly looking bright and alive. There is always a possibility that it was a mirage but I doubted it. They were changing him.
Yes, I was going to save him. I was going to find Aaron and I was going to protect Adam. My heart is torn in three separate directions. The question remains in the back of my mind. If had to sacrifice one for another would I be able to do it?