What if you could have forever? Would you simply snatch it up and leave everything—everyone—you loved behind? Faced with the impossible decision, would you choose to let those you know and love wither and die while you stay young and beautiful for eternity? Would you truly want to be eternal, for the price of being forever alone?
When he asks you if you want to be like him, a demon not meant to reside on the Earth, your heart picks up and a fine sheen of sweat covers your palms. You fist them to try to make it less obvious that you’re sweating; that you have absolutely no idea what words will tumble out of your mouth.
You’ve always wanted an escape from this life. But when finally offered the chance, you do not know whether or not you want to leave it all behind. The soft kiss your mom plants on your forehead, holding someone’s hand and knowing that you are going to spend the rest of your life together, the feel of your bed and your sheets, because you know that you will have to leave your home and bed behind if you say yes, because no soul can know what you are.
When he touches your face and those piercing green eyes see into your soul, your lip quivers. He has offered you everything you want out of life—and yet nothing at all. You push your soft brown hair out of your face and bite your lip, waging a war on your heart in mind all the while.
Would you choose an eternity loveless, if it meant preventing your death?
When he asks you if you want to be like him, a demon not meant to reside on the Earth, your heart picks up and a fine sheen of sweat covers your palms. You fist them to try to make it less obvious that you’re sweating; that you have absolutely no idea what words will tumble out of your mouth.
You’ve always wanted an escape from this life. But when finally offered the chance, you do not know whether or not you want to leave it all behind. The soft kiss your mom plants on your forehead, holding someone’s hand and knowing that you are going to spend the rest of your life together, the feel of your bed and your sheets, because you know that you will have to leave your home and bed behind if you say yes, because no soul can know what you are.
When he touches your face and those piercing green eyes see into your soul, your lip quivers. He has offered you everything you want out of life—and yet nothing at all. You push your soft brown hair out of your face and bite your lip, waging a war on your heart in mind all the while.
Would you choose an eternity loveless, if it meant preventing your death?
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