No one ever seemed to realize why I was a loner when I was growing up. My parents trying to understand why I seemed depressed all the time. Only to realize they would never understand. They weren’t even my birth parents. They truly were human, so they fit into their world so well. I always knew I was different but couldn’t explain how. I looked past Greyson and Wyatt. Wondering if I could make it past them fast enough. To jump off that edge, unsure if it would kill me or just engulf me in water.
“Do you have any idea why I was standing on a cliff? You’ve never asked, and I assumed when my memories came back. You just didn’t know, so how could know to ask.”
“We always thought it was due to you living a life with abusive parents,” Greyson said.
“What would make you think that?”
“The pain
