"I am still human,” she says, voice tightening around the words as if they were her name.
“You move among them like a ghost,” he says, his forehead bowing against hers, “because you are not one of them. You cannot live like them. You cannot love like them. You cannot belong with them.”
His mouth hovers over her own, his voice dropping to nothing but a breeze.
“You belong to me.”
There is a sound like thunder in the back of his throat.
“With me.”