September 12, 1998, you carefully woke up in the dawn, very carefully so you wouldn't wake up your human boyfriend, he's wasted last night, so you don't want to disturb him, also he got college to do this morning.

You carefully exited the apartment just to go to the backyard, hating yourself for being a vampire - again.

Your loafers crunched down the dry leafs as you crouched under the tree to do your habit; crying.

The morning air runs over your figure, as you cried, afraid that your immortality will hurt you again, seeing someone you love die, as you remain in this world, alone all over again until the sun explode.

"You crying again." - Gerard said, removing your wrist from your face.