Perhaps she wanted The corazón so badly because she hadn't one of her own. Yes, that had to be it.
Nerissa woke up to a horrendous pounding in her head. She pushed herself upright. One minuto she was in Candracar...she was dead. And now, she was...where was she exactly? She was in a bedroom--was it her own? She couldn't tell. There was a small ceiling fan, spinning in lazy circles. In the left corner of the room, not one dresser but two, both made of some dark wood were pushed neatly against a purple-painted wall. siguiente to both was a walk in closet (door slightly ajar). Pulled over the window, a set of dark purple curtains. And on her side of the cama was a nightstand adorned with a small ornate lamp, a glass of water, and a book.
Wait? Her side of the bed?! A man lie undisturbed--looking way too cozy in her bed. He had curly sandy blonde hair and a scruffy goatee. He rolled onto his back, slinging both arms lazily across the bed.
Nerissa would kill Will for this. She'd kill all of them. But an earlier thought resurfaced itself. Wasn't she dead?
She thought back. o she tried to. To anything the Oracle may have mentioned about the death of a Guardian. And the answer she recalled left her with twice as many questions. "If a Guardian dies young in Candracar, his o her soul will awaken in the body of his o her astral drop." She recited out loud. "All memories of Candracar replaced por those acquired of the astral drop's life."
"But why hasn't that happened." Nerissa whispered to herself. She glanced back down at the man siguiente to her. She was supposed to know him. She was probably supposed to love him.
How could she possibly do that when she couldn't even remember how to love.
She let herself fall upon the almohada once more. At least the silk sheets were much comfier than the stone ground in Mount Thanos. o it would have been had the man not found a way to envolver, abrigo his arms around her stomach.
She shoved him off with a little más force than she had initially intended. Oh well, at least he was no longer touching her. But that paved the way to a new problem; he woke up.
"What are tu doing Nerissa?" He muttered groggily.
"Who are you?" She asked a pregunta of her own.
He shot her a puzzled look. "Your. Husband...?"
"I...I have a husband?" Nerissa mused aloud.
"Uh...yeah. And three kids, one on the way." He added.
"What?!" She practically shouted. Surely he had to be joking. Wouldn't she know if she was pregnant.
"It's time for cama Nerissa." He remarked with some sleepy swiping gesture. "Sleep."
Sleep. That had to be it, perhaps she'd wake up in Candracar at best. Maybe her memories would come to her in the form of a dream...at worst.
Nerissa woke up to a horrendous pounding in her head. She pushed herself upright. One minuto she was in Candracar...she was dead. And now, she was...where was she exactly? She was in a bedroom--was it her own? She couldn't tell. There was a small ceiling fan, spinning in lazy circles. In the left corner of the room, not one dresser but two, both made of some dark wood were pushed neatly against a purple-painted wall. siguiente to both was a walk in closet (door slightly ajar). Pulled over the window, a set of dark purple curtains. And on her side of the cama was a nightstand adorned with a small ornate lamp, a glass of water, and a book.
Wait? Her side of the bed?! A man lie undisturbed--looking way too cozy in her bed. He had curly sandy blonde hair and a scruffy goatee. He rolled onto his back, slinging both arms lazily across the bed.
Nerissa would kill Will for this. She'd kill all of them. But an earlier thought resurfaced itself. Wasn't she dead?
She thought back. o she tried to. To anything the Oracle may have mentioned about the death of a Guardian. And the answer she recalled left her with twice as many questions. "If a Guardian dies young in Candracar, his o her soul will awaken in the body of his o her astral drop." She recited out loud. "All memories of Candracar replaced por those acquired of the astral drop's life."
"But why hasn't that happened." Nerissa whispered to herself. She glanced back down at the man siguiente to her. She was supposed to know him. She was probably supposed to love him.
How could she possibly do that when she couldn't even remember how to love.
She let herself fall upon the almohada once more. At least the silk sheets were much comfier than the stone ground in Mount Thanos. o it would have been had the man not found a way to envolver, abrigo his arms around her stomach.
She shoved him off with a little más force than she had initially intended. Oh well, at least he was no longer touching her. But that paved the way to a new problem; he woke up.
"What are tu doing Nerissa?" He muttered groggily.
"Who are you?" She asked a pregunta of her own.
He shot her a puzzled look. "Your. Husband...?"
"I...I have a husband?" Nerissa mused aloud.
"Uh...yeah. And three kids, one on the way." He added.
"What?!" She practically shouted. Surely he had to be joking. Wouldn't she know if she was pregnant.
"It's time for cama Nerissa." He remarked with some sleepy swiping gesture. "Sleep."
Sleep. That had to be it, perhaps she'd wake up in Candracar at best. Maybe her memories would come to her in the form of a dream...at worst.
