Stella turned her head to look into Simon's red eyes. She shrugged, "Just curious. You said your father's transition went wrong, but Allen's seemed to have gone perfectly."
Simon stared hard for a long time into Stella's eyes. He could find nothing but pure curiosity there. He still confirmed, "You are not....Not thinking of.... Changing.....Are you?"
Stella looked positively horrified at this suggestion. A shiver ran down her spine as she said, "Don't take this the wrong way, but I will never ever choose to become what you guys are."
Simon stared at Stella, and she hurriedly explained, "Don't be offended. I think you guys are very interesting. But I don't think I could ever live like that."
Simon stared at Stella for quite some time before he looked out of the window again and said, "You really are weird." Here's a girl, whose hatred for our kind is so obvious everytime she let's her guard down, but she still lives with one of us. He thought to herself when Simon saw Stella still staring at her. "What?" He asked.
"So, you're not going to tell me?" Stella sighed.
Simon patted her head, "One day. When we have time. It's getting late. You should get started on dinner and I have to go see a patient of mine."
Stella nodded and got up. "Say Simon, can I eat the pastries we bought?" She asked, turning around.
Simon stood up and said, "Just one."
"Yaayyyyyy!!!!!" Stella shrieked and ran so fast towards the kitchen that Simon was taken aback at her speed.
"I'm heading out. Bye now." He called out as he headed out the door and heard an assent from the kitchen.
Simon sighed to himself as he got into his jeep. It was so slow to travel like this. Simon eyed Den's cottage one last time before driving away. He could not let another Helen take place. He could not. He would not.
Stella had a nice dinner by herself. Her mind was occupied by the story that Simon had told her. She felt sorry for him. To have lost your dad like that. Stella wondered something, why had Simon decided to become a doctor if he used to hate humans so much? "Probably has something to do with the part of the story he couldn't tell." She said to herself and dug into the pastry.
After dinner, Stella changed into a t-shirt of Den's, it was big enough to cover half of her thighs, and got into bed with her phone. As she played a game on it, Stella glanced at the wall on the opposite side of her bed. Den's room was just beyond that wall, Stella wondered what he was doing right now?
Stella now-a-days never let herself think about her savior, because his angry face, the expression she had seen last on his face, flashed before her eyes everytime she did.
Stella shook her head, pushing Den out of her thoughts, and went back to her phone.
She played games for a while longer before keeping the phone away and laying on the bed.
Stella knew that it was a slim chance she would be able to sleep, she was a kind of night owl who felt more awake at night. And moreover, there was too much on her mind right now. Stella tossed and turned for an hour or two before getting up with a sigh.