I sipped my coffee, not really tasting it, more interested in the people around me. I was always intrigued by people. Ever since I was little I would watch them. They just seem so strange… I don’t understand their motives.

But the people here were simple enough. A small and seemingly happy family walking down the street, I wondered how they would end up. Either way, the wife was unhappy, her husband didn’t pay nearly enough attention to her. And she could either put up with it for years, for the sake of the small child skipping in between them, or they would split, leaving the kid in a broken family. Anyway, one of them is unhappy… humans are like that. I don’t know why I refer to them like that, like I’m something else, cut off from them. But I’m not. At least I’m not better than them, I’m less than. A monster by most people’s standards.

My phone’s ringing snapped my attention out of my thoughts. ‘Angel’ was the name that came up on the screen. My nickname for Eva… err, Jolyn. The picture behind the name was one I painted, bird wings. I sighed unhappily and pressed the ‘ignore’ button. After what happened… I didn’t want to talk to her. Because I did use her, and she knew it.

“Crap.” I murmured to myself. It didn’t matter, no one here could understand what I was saying, unless they spoke English. Or I started spouting French. I know French, one of the perks of being Eos’ son, I can pick up new languages as fast as he can.

“Seriously!?” My ears twitched as my brain recognized English. I kind of missed the language, I hadn’t heard anyone speak it in a while. Other than myself. But I don’t actually talk to myself that much, I’m not thatcrazy. “UH SHIZ!! Why didn’t I stick with the group?”

I twisted around in my seat to see a damsel in distress. A girl with curly brown hair pulled back into a bun, with skin a shade darker. The color of the bottom of jar full of honey. And glittering eyes that kind of reminded me of Frenris’, a golden yellow color.