I FINALLY understand the humans when they would always say, “I feel like the sky is falling on me.” Because yes, it feels like the sky is slowly falling on me, on my head, crushing me to the ground and the only good thing about it is I won’t ever be burned by the sun, but the underside of it is I would never be able to feed anymore.
I would rot on the ground, under the rubble of the sky, slowly dying as I get hungry and hungrier each day. I feel like the sky has fallen off its roof and I’m standing right underneath it.
I want to laugh. I really do. I think that Lenora has gone into one of those parties that is forbidden in the modern world of Vampyrs and now he’s high as hell on some random human’s blood.
Because what else can explain the stuff that came out of her mouth not more tha
