Dawson's Monologue

I waited until the moon rose on the horizon before I scaled the side of Dawson’s house. I waited in his front yard a few hours after exiting the house, and I saw him pass by the same window multiple, so I figured it led to his bedroom. However, he closed the curtains about an hour or so before I thought it was acceptably dark, so there was not an easy way to tell, though I could still see light peeking out through the cracks. If it was not, then it would not really matter. His parents would not be able to see me once I cloaked myself, and from there, I would be able to find Dawson fairly easily. Still, for the sake of time and simplicity, I hoped I was right.
I reached his window quickly, and I rapped the glass, much like he had in the café.
Then, I held my breath as he shook his head at himself. He took my hand grudgingly, and I smiled. “Don’t drop me,” he said in a timid voice. “Oh, I intend to,” I replied. Before he could pull away, I wrenched him out the window. His scream pierced the my ears as he fell past me, but when he found he was still hanging onto me, he slapped a hand over his mouth with his free hand. He looked up at me, breathing heavily, and I chuckled a bit. From there, seeing he was much closer to the ground, I released him and let him fall on the soft shrubbery below us. I soon followed and landed on my feet. He had the face of someone whose life just flashed before their eyes, and he stared at me in complete terror, paralyzed on the bush he just flattened. “Aren’t gods supposed to be pathological liars?” I admitted, nodding my head, “Typically.” He breathed with a look of complete understanding, “I can see why.” I rolled my eyes at his dramatic nature and quickly pulled him to his feet. He stumbled a bit as he got untangled from the branches and picked off some of the leaves, which I helped with in an attempt to save time. When I confirmed there was nothing else on him, his gaze fell upon the battered bush, and his lips pressed into a thin line. He gestured to it hopelessly. “I want you to know it’s your fault I just ended this plant’s life. And my parents are definitely
How much was too much? How long would we even be together? I did not want to go through the taxing trouble of explaining every little thing only to find it unnecessary. Also, in all honesty, I did not know how much I could really trust him. I could not gauge his character after only a brief meeting. If I took a chance and was wrong, the more information he had to tell people about me, the more it compromised my false identity. I would be forced to change my form, and that would take a lot of power. Who knew how long it would take for me to recover from that? It was hard enough to simply keep my human form up! All of this considered, for once, made me think twice about the words leaving my