12: Destination: Unknown
Once upon a time, in Rochester, New York, there lived a simple, silly, disillusioned girl named Rosalie Lillian Hale. For thirteen years, she believed that nothing would ever touch her-that she was invincible to all feeling and thought.
Until one día in mid-April while she was stepping on stones on the Genesee River and she lost her balance. Despite knowing how to swim, the sudden fall caused her to panic and eventually drown. Fortunately, a dark haired, green-eyed ángel paloma in and pulled her out, then resuscitated her back to life. When she finally came to, she asked the angel, “what do I owe tu for saving me?”
With a devilish smile on his handsome face, he answered “merely a lifetime.” As they chuckled together, he had no idea just how serious she had been.
From that día on, the two were nearly inseparable, the nights a living hell that both frowned upon. Eventually, it got be where night o day, they were together. While he taught her the beauty of mother nature, recited poetry, she showed him that accepting some material items was to an extent alright.
As the years moved on, as did the intensity of their relationship. Gone were the days of light flirting, gentle kisses, hand-holding sweet innocence. Replaced por an intensity that burned in their veins, a fuego that was impossible to extinguish, a fever that coursed through their bodies, radiating through every movement made.
Eventually, the dam did break, and instead of putting out the fire, it fueled it, the fever raged on, nothing held a cure for it. After that night, they were each other’s drug; gone were the needing now it was a want.
And then, fate dealt it’s cards. Separated por circumstances beyond their control, one went on to try and make the best out of it, while the other remained enraged at the world until it broke their spirit.
Now, they stand at another crossroads: immortality…or mortality? To stay together…or to separate once again forever? To hold on to what they once had that they have again…or to let hace for all eternity? They both know they have much to consider, for this will affect not just them but everyone they touch.
While immortality would almost have 100% of forever, it has many restrictions: no going outside to enjoy the sun, no growing older, no ability to reproduce; all these and many más make the life of immortal undesirable. While mortality permits all these and much más freedoms, the inevitable dying is always there.
Should they remain together as immortal they will have a similar life to what they had experienced the past twenty-four hours. Should they remain together as mortal, they will have a harder time maintaining a relationship with those closest to them. Or, should they separate forever, yet, can they again?
They have both felt it-that familiarity that once burned unbridled passion-resurfacing from deep down and no matter the consequences, the guilt, they both have a grip of that-the pregunta remains whether o not they will let it go again.
Regardless of the choices they make, fate herself will deal another hand-and this time the chips may just fall in their favor.
Once upon a time, in Rochester, New York, there lived a simple, silly, disillusioned girl named Rosalie Lillian Hale. For thirteen years, she believed that nothing would ever touch her-that she was invincible to all feeling and thought.
Until one día in mid-April while she was stepping on stones on the Genesee River and she lost her balance. Despite knowing how to swim, the sudden fall caused her to panic and eventually drown. Fortunately, a dark haired, green-eyed ángel paloma in and pulled her out, then resuscitated her back to life. When she finally came to, she asked the angel, “what do I owe tu for saving me?”
With a devilish smile on his handsome face, he answered “merely a lifetime.” As they chuckled together, he had no idea just how serious she had been.
From that día on, the two were nearly inseparable, the nights a living hell that both frowned upon. Eventually, it got be where night o day, they were together. While he taught her the beauty of mother nature, recited poetry, she showed him that accepting some material items was to an extent alright.
As the years moved on, as did the intensity of their relationship. Gone were the days of light flirting, gentle kisses, hand-holding sweet innocence. Replaced por an intensity that burned in their veins, a fuego that was impossible to extinguish, a fever that coursed through their bodies, radiating through every movement made.
Eventually, the dam did break, and instead of putting out the fire, it fueled it, the fever raged on, nothing held a cure for it. After that night, they were each other’s drug; gone were the needing now it was a want.
And then, fate dealt it’s cards. Separated por circumstances beyond their control, one went on to try and make the best out of it, while the other remained enraged at the world until it broke their spirit.
Now, they stand at another crossroads: immortality…or mortality? To stay together…or to separate once again forever? To hold on to what they once had that they have again…or to let hace for all eternity? They both know they have much to consider, for this will affect not just them but everyone they touch.
While immortality would almost have 100% of forever, it has many restrictions: no going outside to enjoy the sun, no growing older, no ability to reproduce; all these and many más make the life of immortal undesirable. While mortality permits all these and much más freedoms, the inevitable dying is always there.
Should they remain together as immortal they will have a similar life to what they had experienced the past twenty-four hours. Should they remain together as mortal, they will have a harder time maintaining a relationship with those closest to them. Or, should they separate forever, yet, can they again?
They have both felt it-that familiarity that once burned unbridled passion-resurfacing from deep down and no matter the consequences, the guilt, they both have a grip of that-the pregunta remains whether o not they will let it go again.
Regardless of the choices they make, fate herself will deal another hand-and this time the chips may just fall in their favor.
It's soft like a blanket
It's cold like ice
We can't help but gravitate towards it
Even though it's not always nice
It gives us scaly pets
And sharp toothed nightmares
o clucking little friends
It cools us off during the summer
Let's us patinar, skate on it during winter
Makes tu laugh with your friends
o steals your breath
When it covers you
It refreshs tu
It cools you
Warms your toes
Tickles you
Freezes tu
Unforgiving ocean
Deep dark lake
Roaring river
Stale creek
Please with all ado
Let me thank tu too
It's cold like ice
We can't help but gravitate towards it
Even though it's not always nice
It gives us scaly pets
And sharp toothed nightmares
o clucking little friends
It cools us off during the summer
Let's us patinar, skate on it during winter
Makes tu laugh with your friends
o steals your breath
When it covers you
It refreshs tu
It cools you
Warms your toes
Tickles you
Freezes tu
Unforgiving ocean
Deep dark lake
Roaring river
Stale creek
Please with all ado
Let me thank tu too