turning point
294 Words
As we head out of the club, I turn to her and ask, "How old are you?" She replied, "I'm 17, but I'll be 18 tomorrow." My friends and I decided to celebrate my birthday a day early, just the six of us. Tomorrow, I'll celebrate my official birthday with my pack. It hit me right then and there. She can't feel what I feel because she's not 18 yet. I don't understand why I feel it. With me being 21 I know I shouldn't be able to feel it until she turns 18. According to my watch, we have one hour till she turns 18.
She then asked me, "Why are you partying in the human world?" I told her I like it. The humans stay away from me, even if they don't know why. I don't have to watch my back. I then asked her, "Why are you partying in the human world?" "Same reason you are," she retorted. "To have a good time." I nodded, but I wasn't convinced. There was something about her that didn't add up. I've learned over the years to trust my instincts, and they were telling me that she was hiding something. But I didn't press her. Not yet, anyway.
We found a quiet spot in a small park, away from the noise of the city. It was the perfect spot to talk, to get to know each other a little better. As we sat there, the moon hanging high in the sky, I asked her why she was here, in the human world, so far from home. She simply said it was for the same reason I was. I couldn't help but feel like she was holding something back, but I didn't want to pry.
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