KLAUS:
I wake up late at night to Greta's soft breathing. She is still fast asleep and clinging onto me. I stare down at her sleeping form, feeling my affection for her grow. She is utterly infuriating. Hell, she gets on my nerves so bad that sometimes, I just want to lock her up somewhere and make her understand that this is her life now. That she belongs here, with me.
But how do I do that when she doesn't even know her identity? When she doesn't know who she really is? I am scared that this would have an effect on her. She must have spent her whole life thinking she was a human and I do not blame her at all for it.
Unable to sleep and utterly restless, I slowly ease away from Greta, climbing out of the bed and watching her move before she falls back into slumber. I stand to the side
