From when you were human?” Dane asked Jorge. “I can’t remember them. The warmth. The feeling. The… I remember nothing. And it hurts in a way I can’t even express. In all the years I’ve been here, I haven’t learned how to express the emptiness I feel at having no memory. Of not being able to remember the heat of the sun on my skin.”Jorge followed his lover’s gaze. The sun was starting to light the sky and it was always one of the most beautiful and one of the most heart-wrenching sights. There were many things he’d missed when he’d chosen to become a vampire, and one thing was that as a human, he’d never really paid attention to the beauty of a sunrise or a sunset. He would never feel it again, never be able to appreciate it the way Dane described.He pulled Dane close. The comfort of holding another in his arms, of being needed filled him with longing. He couldn’t remember ever being needed or wanting to be needed, but knowing Dane was hurting? Jorge would’ve suffered any discomfort if it meant Dane would be content and happy.That’s when it struck him.
