If Only Goodbyes Meant 'Til Tomorrow

On a snowy night, a young girl walked through the clustered streets. Her long, white hair and the garments she wore danced in rhythm with the breeze. Though she pretended not to notice, she could feel the stares of the people around her.

“Is that one of the AEs?” a voice whispered.

“Shh! She can hear you!” the person beside the girl nudged her. “Do you want to get into trouble?” they walk off together, arms linked.

You make it seem like I wanted to be turned into one. The girl with white hair thought e motionlessly. Anyway, you people should be grateful, without us, you'll never survive. She shook her head, the slightest of movements, then walked on. She was use to this, the humans staring and giving her nervous glances. Everybody was scared of her kind, AEs. Alien Eliminators. Human experiments made to keep the world these humans live on alive. To keep the humans safe. Why would they despise their kind? She has no answer to that question.

Whatever, she thought, I'm use to it. Stare all you want, nothing's going to change. With that last thought, she walked into the darkness of the night.