Today had been a turning point. I knew tomorrow I wouldn’t be plotting to run. I wouldn’t be fighting them anymore. It was futile and useless to try, so why bother? Part of me was relieved. Things would likely be much simpler and less painful if I just stopped fighting. However, I couldn’t help but feel like accepting my fate here meant killing a part of myself that I hadn’t known existed. The part of me that was human. After my birthday, I would never be mortal again.
