Better than twilight (I'll come up with a better name later I promise)

Chapter 4: My acquaintance is a vampire

Tea hasn't noticed yet that I saw her non-existent reflection.   What do I do?

"WHo ArE yOU?"

She turns around realizing what I saw, "OK I know this looks bad, but I swear I won't suck your blood." So she's a vampire?

"I don't understand" I say. "Just forget you saw anything." She shuffles her feet in a nervous manner, grasping her hands together. "Please... They can't find out." She looks like she's about to cry. I don't know what to do, vampires? Tea? Free vacations from strangers? Near death? I'm overwhelmed, not knowing what to do, I run. That's what I'm best at. Back home whenever I didn't know what to do, I ran. I guess I just don't know how to communicate.

Honestly, I don't understand people and it feels like I never will. Maybe that's why I've never fallen in love. Maybe if I just learn how to understand other people's feelings better, I could learn to have feelings like theirs too, but I just feel so disconnected. I am not other people, and they are not me. I am not in tune with their emotions, if there was a thread connecting me to the light of understanding people's thoughts and emotions, it has broken, and I am in the dark.

I had a friend once, we had known each other since a young age, and as we grew older, he wanted to get closer to me. He told me this one day while we were at the park, "I have feelings for you." He said, and I ran. I didn't know what to do and I never talked to him again. I have avoided him ever since that day.  Ijust wasn't interested.  Why do I always run?

Get a fucking grip, I tell myself.

I must've ran fast, I'm out in the snow now. An icy flake lands on my face as I look up at the gray sky. I try to take deep breaths to calm myself down, I feel so betrayed right now.  

I hear shuffling steps behind me, "I swear to god, if that's you Tea you've got nerve to show up here after that stunt you pulled." The person pauses in their step, and I whip around. It's not Tea it's the employee that helped us yesterday. 

 Even though it's cold I'm sure I turned a few shades of pink. "Oh, I'm so sorry I thought you were my friend." I can see that she's wearing a name tag that says "Deborah" on it. "Sorry to startle you there pal, but you stormed through the lobby very angrily a few seconds ago so I just wanted to check that you're alright." She's holding out a mug that says "best immortal boss" on the front, the contents of which look to be hot cocoa. Suddenly, I realize that I'm freezing. I am still wearing the same outfit as yesterday, and it's super cold. I accept the mug, and we head inside.

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"It's just that I thought I could trust her" I explain to Deborah. I'm sitting in a cozy velvet armchair and the fire in front of us is crackling, bringing warmth to my frosty bones. I sigh, letting the remaining storminess from earlier dissipate. "She was supposed to be my friend, and she kept something from me. I mean I know we've barely been together, but I thought we were good, y'know?"

I take a sip of the hot cocoa, delicious. Deborah put marshmallows inside. Nothing beats a good cup of warm chocolate. After all it helps you release oxytocin or something, and yeah, I know that's the "chemical of love," but maybe it's working because I sure do love this liquid chocolate.

"Ah, I remember my last fight with my girlfriend. That must've been at least a century ago. We don't talk much anymore." Deborah says in a mellow, but sad tone. Woah, Woah, Woah, jump back there buddy.  "She's not my-" I start, "We've barely known each other for a week at most. She's a stranger who invited me on a free vacation!" I stammer over my words, I've never had an actual real friend before, so much as a GIRLFRIEND. That's jumping ahead wayyy too many steps.