To love is to feel an emotional pain that feels crueler than death. It can be a welcoming pain to some, and hunger in others. There are many different types of love. Love for family, love for friends, love for habits, lovers, and then there is lust. My name is Alec Night and this is my story.
Another day of the same thing as the day before. Very few changes ever happen, but I almost pray for something new. Every day, I can never wait to start my hunt for food and herbs for the village.
"Alec? Are you awake?" I heard a female voice call for me.
I opened my eyes and slowly got up.
"I'm coming!" I yelled out as I grabbed a pair of pants.
I stumbled a bit as I got to the door while slipping on the pants at the same time. I opened the door and saw my childhood friend with her baby in her arms.
"Alec, can you help me? Melody is burning up."
