"It's not that easy to just stop loving you. If you leave I'll ways love you. If you die I'll always love you and even if you hate me,I'll still love you" he says and tears start streaming down my face even faster. "Fine. I'll let you do it." I say and he looks at me confused. "Turn me" i say again and this time he doesn't hesitate to get up. My name is Rebecca Corvin, I'm 18 from Maine and I've been raised to kill werewolves ever since I found out they were the ones who killed my parents. I never forgave them and I'll never forget that night. But being here with him and remembering all that we've shared. There's nothing more than i want right now than to be like him.

He loved her too much but didn't know how to tell her. What better way than text messages with an unknown number?