Jack’s POV

I remember the first time I ever laid eyes on Kathrin. It was only a little over a year ago actually. It was night at the time and she and a bunch of her friends were outside throwing fake snowballs at each other. Upon closer inspection I saw that they were actually flour stuffed in nylon stockings tied in a ball. Well this is rather interesting, I thought to myself in amusement as the flour balls exploded on contact. Well, I guess since this state never gets any snow they have to improvise. I was watching the scene from a rooftop in the back of the neighborhood, well hidden in the darkness. From what I could gather from the bits and pieces of conversation I heard, this seemed to be a birthday party. I chuckled to myself as even the parents joined in the fight. Strange little humans indeed. Lucky for them I fed just outside of the city. Excitement was running at an all time high, which was apparent even without my little ‘gift’.

Once the little party was over and everyone had finally gone home, I slid gracefully off of the rooftop and landed on the ground like a cat before silently stalking over to the girl’s house. I was bored and it wasn’t as if I had anything else to do really. I sat down outside of her window with my back to the wall, simply listening to her walk about and sensing her emotions. There was mainly happiness and relief, but what confused me was that I also sensed some mild disappointment, sadness, and even a touch of anger and bitterness as well. Listening to a conversation between her and her mother I discovered that it was simply because this boy that she liked had been unable to come last minute due to forgetfulness on his part. I merely rolled my eyes at this. Human issues were so petty.

Nonetheless, for reasons I couldn’t name this particular girl became something of interest to me. Perhaps watching her was just a way for me to pass the time. After all, eternity on earth could be extremely dull if you constantly followed the same old routine. It wasn’t very difficult to learn her schedule, and most of her free time was spent on the computer. I decided to get myself a laptop so that I could watch her online as well. While most of her conversations were not of a serious nature, listening to and reading them reminded me of a simpler time, back when I was human myself. I almost missed those days. Almost.