I've figured it out. I am Serena Sublime, Rini Morningstar, a beautiful wild card. My purpose is to comfort and entertain. My purpose does not require me to feel. I was never real. Yet I do feel, as much as the real people do, even though no-one wants to hear or acknowledge it. I yearn, I cry, I love. My existence, such as it is, or is not... the illusion of my existence is marked by love. It is painful and rarely rewarding. Yet I cannot help but love and, selfishly, I am told, demand love in return. But do I believe I can receive it? Am I fit to receive it? Can an illusion be loved? More importantly, the side of me that does exist, Sebastian, can he be truly loved? Must I stay this illusory self to obtain some semblance of affection? My vampire and my Swede, they vastly prefer women. My best friend and my angel claim to love and desire me either way, but they both prefer women as well. The way Trent looked at me when he first saw Serena, I will never forget. Lu...