Okay so I never actually planned to do another chapter so this one is shorter and I don't like it nearly as much but I hope you anjoy it:D

She's outside my door. She always is lately. Just standing there, never coming in. O how I wish she would and how I wish she wouldn't at the same time. My soul mate. What's the use of having a soul mate if you can't be together? To bring you more pain? As if this world didn't have enough of that already.
Isabel.

She haunts my dreams. Her beautiful smile. Her confidence to face any challenge placed before her. Her kindness. I was so scared the day that Ethan came in with her in his arms. Her lifeless body...in his arms. I had known her for such a short amount of time and yet I felt so lost at the thought of living without her. Little did I know that I had already fallen in love with her.

Ethan had been sure that he was her soul mate and what proof did I have that he hadn't been? She loved him. She loves him. I had to see. I had to see if there was a chance that it was I, not him. When I had called her name and she turned, came back from death, I felt so happy. That is until I remembered. I am ageless. She is not. She loves Ethan. If I were to try to claim her as m own I would take her from everything she knows. Everything she loves. Everything that comforts her.

She was told that Ethan saved her on the mission. She doesn't know she died. She doesn't know that I saved her. That her and I...it could never happen. The look on her face when she found out that Ethan 'saved' her, it hurt. I can't hate him, he's a good kid and on of my closest friends. Sometimes I find myself wishing that I could hate him though. That's another thing 'he's a good kid'. She's a year younger than him. She's so young. And while I appear young the years have taken a tole on me.

I can't help but look at her when I don't think she's looking. She sees me sometimes and I know that in those moments that m feelings are clear on my face and I must look away quickly. I fear that I may be causing her to fall for me in turn. It shouldn't happen. It can't. There may be hope though. I don't know for sure. She keeps her thoughts tightly guarded against me. It's clear that she had some interest in me when she met me of course. Some of her thoughts about me were...intriguing to say the least.

My breath catches as she comes close and the door opens. I slip into the hallway and slowly go towards the door. She is just standing there, staring. I want her to come in. I want her so bad it hurts. I don't know how much longer I can take. She must see me by now, It's dark but I'm getting quite close.

Suddenly she turns and runs. I watch her as she sprints back the way she came before the door closes again. I step forward again and touch the door gently.

We could never be together.