A/N: This story will be told in drabble form. It is based on some comics I created not too long ago.
"You left me."
It's nothing more than an exhale of breath. Without his impeccable hearing, he might not have caught it. Those three words have more meaning than they ought to as his touch sends her eyes rolling back in her head. He marvels at the twinge in his chest that they provoke, always surprised when his body deigns to feel something.
The man knew little of the world, but he learned quickly enough. Give him an example or an explanation and he will eventually learn. Each connection is new and different, but entirely accepted by him—the man who always seemed to know too little. He knew what those words meant though—that he was no better than the vampire.
That new twinge in his chest would remain for quite some time.