The human expression all good things must come to an end never really popped out at me before I guess you could say. I always just lived one day to the other not really caring what would happen tomorrow. So why as I watch him walk away possibly for the rest of our lives that I feel this…this thing.

The night we met was an accident. Pure coincidence that someone like me would find someone like him. I suppose that some people would call it fate but why chalk up a chance meeting to some supernatural explanation…but still…I can't seem to get it out of my head.

We were never meant to become as friendly as we did. That was the biggest accident of all. I couldn't help but muse how such a once powerful blood thirsty demon like him was reduced to a mere human child and a pale one at that. How was it that the bandit I had been lulled to sleep hearing about so many times as a child was there in front of me, talking to me and more than that…accepting me.

I never meant to stay in the human world unlike him, even though he profusely denied staying was ever really his decision…well at least he did for a few years. I could see the change in him as the years passed. I suppose that's why when his mother became ill he began to grow out his hair. Perhaps he figured if he couldn't leave and be the bandit again he could at least take on some physical aspect of his past appearance. It comforted him. I could see it as the hair grew longer; he enjoyed running a hand down its length or passing a brush through it.

I don't really know when this…this thing started. It just happened and if it didn't happen to me then I never would have quite believed it. His mother was in all regards on her death bed. He was nervous about raiding the vault even though he hid it well enough from everyone else I could tell. I never quite understood why he allowed me to see his emotions or maybe he didn't and I have always just been in tune to him as he seemingly is with me. He was nervous…I comforted him.

It was completely alien to me and quite surreal. I recall reaching a hand out to him just to lay it across his own that sat listlessly in his lap. He grasped it and looked up at me…I keep asking myself why did he have to look up at me with those endless emeralds. I found myself sucked into them, lost in their pure depths and everything else was pure instinct.

The hesitant chaste kiss that fell on his warm lips. The sudden yell that I couldn't suppress when he damn near tackled me knocking me down. The way my slow beating heart sped up to an alarming rate as he moved his hands across my chest and abdomen. His smell never really left my nostrils after that night with him so close around me…in me.

Just one time, only one night. It crossed my mind several times as I know it did his but we knew that anything more could be potentially dangerous. To give your heart to someone is the ultimate emotional gesture and I grew weary of constantly being disappointed in life.

Still I know now as he walks away that I did without even realizing it.