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I had the strange feeling that this world—not just Melanie, but the entire orb of the planet—did not want me, no matter how much I wanted it.
you’re dying to be human.
caught off guard by the casual way Ian was able to put his hands on me—as though I were human.
“Who’s got the crush on a worm, bro? You gonna call me stupid?”
Because these humans could hate with so much fury, was the other end of the spectrum that they could love with more heart and zeal and fire?
She never takes into account her own wants—her own happiness, her own health, even. She’d do anything we asked her to, even if it got her killed. It’s not fair to ask her things the way we’d ask each other. We stop to think about ourselves. She doesn’t.”
“I, the soul called Wanderer, love you, human Ian. And that will never change, no matter what I might become.”
I am tired of being a parasite.
“You are the noblest, purest creature I’ve ever met. The universe will be a darker place without you,” he whispered.
The rains would end, and when they did, Ian and I would be together, partners in the truest sense. This was a promise and an obligation I had never had in all my lives. Thinking of it made me feel joyful and anxious and shy and desperately impatient all at the same time—made me feel human.
