The more I think about what Leandre told me, the more I get anxious. What he said is true. All of it. No matter how many times I look at it at a different angle, the fact that he's a demon and I'm an angel (well, an angel who was stripped off his powers by his own father – no grudge though. I'm not even sure if I feel that type of emotion). The point is, we're still enemies by nature. You know what I'm saying? But the truth is, I'm not even sure if I'm ready to give Slate up. I'm not even sure if I can ever let him go. Letting him go means taking some piece of me, and without it, I'd be incomplete and just nothing. My best friend is correct. Slate has been part of me in more than ways I could never imagine. He has been part of my life. And it's beautiful. And... and... I can't let him go.
