Snippet #1982462

Sonya wept over the grave of her lost love. She had every right to cry. It was the first time she'd cried in over 7 years. When he died, she became more angry, more violent, more distant from the world, but she did not cry. No, she was much too emotionally hardened to cry. Her parents left her on her own with her half brother when she was only 7, and she had raised him and paid for his food and water by fighting on the streets. And then Jacob came along. He fixed everything. And as soon as everything was fixed, and she allowed her walls to come down and she fell in love, he disapeared. And now she cried over his grave, alone in the cemetary.

Simon knew something was wrong. He sensed it. Although it was dangerous, he contemplated changing into a black panther and rushing to find his sister. But would it be worth the danger? Probaly not. He doubted she was hurt or in any type of trouble. She was 18, she could take care of herself. But...what if she had drank until she was sick again? What if she was in a street fight? She's alright, he thought, walking the crowded sidewalks, looking for his sister, Sonya.