This account is an experiential drama focusing on psychology, low, and romance. It takes a patch to get to the sexual stuff, but do n't vex, there is plenty. If you are looking for a solidus taradiddle, please go back to the principal varlet. If you are looking for a deeply love chronicle, I hope you enjoy. I hope you 'll be patient and hold open your voting until the end. Thank you.




Chapter 1



If someone were to ask just who"she"was, I wouldn't be able to answer, as I hadn't the slightest clue. A delusion ? Some kind of holy man ? For the retiring five days, I would greet each good morning with the last fond finger of a dream clinging to my mind. I'd rolling on my position, and lying side by side to me would be a lady friend of my age, but with knockout unmatched by anyone else on the planet. With swimming legato skin as gentle as ripe fruit, a skin colour shade like that of molten bronze and silver mixed together, and bright juicy heart that held unparalleled benignity and warmth, the very mint of her was like a religious experience. Her most predominant feature article was her haircloth, an elegant deep red that could absent all reverence of rake from anyone's soul. grouping of strands would cling together and then curl towards the end like a tongue of fire, granting her a normalize and yet untamable mane that hung down to her second joint.

Along with the face of a goddess, she had a shape that made a charade of the Holy Writ"perfection ”. Her glassy-smooth ramification seemed to stretch her miles, coming to an end at a full but taut hindquarters end with the shaven entrance to her gates of paradise just barely seeable under the crimp of the cotton shroud. Her midsection was like that of a two-piece model's, with a concave dip on either side from her pure slenderness. Cliché as the term was, she certainly had an hourglass figure. hold up but not least, even though she looked only xviii, she had D-Cup breasts that looked as soft as water balloons but house and lively.

Every day, I would wake up with her beside me, lying in bed naked as if we had spent half of the former night making sweetened, passionate love. Each clip, she would appear to almost be faintly glowing, and coupled with her flawless beauty, I was surely justified in calling her an angel. Lying there, I would follow as her eyes opened like the rising sun, letting me gaze into her beautiful blues. Staring rectify back at me with endless passion, she would smile, hum, and settle back to slumber. Even while knowing how it would end, I would always strive out and try to touch her, desperate to palpate some form of proof that she was literal, but always, she would fade away before I could even stroke her hair.

Suffice to say, I was almost haunted by this"dream ”. This girl, this figment of my imagination, was the light of my life and the reason why I went to bed each night and plowed through each day. I had never heard her vocalization, never touched her, never been able-bodied to address to her, and I didn't even know her name… yet I loved her. She was my secret, the one expression of my life that I would never speak of, no thing what. When she first started to appear, I even obsessed over her. I would draw her every Nox on a sketchpad hidden under my bed, remembering her visage with crystal clarity and moving my hand with acquirement that I would never admit as my own, mirroring her epitome with black lead and theme with such closeness that I would hold no doubt as to being possessed.

Ironically, she was actually the solely dream I would ever have. I would see her each morning time in a half-awake state, but through the night, my mind's eye would see zilch but an endless expansion of darkness, in which I would bulk large aimlessly until waking up. The only variation from the black sky was a 1 speck of lightness in the distance, a split second whiz almost completely out of sight, then I would wake up to find the girl beside me. I often wondered if she was that wiz. She certainly fit the role. She was the lighter of my life, a luminosity I desperately needed, one of the last few understanding why I was still active. Being capable to wake up and see her each morning, even if for less than a min, she supplied me with enough will power to endure the sprightliness I didn't want. But I have her, I'll always have her, and the day she disappears is the day I lose that final reason not to end it all.

But she wasn't here today. I didn't expect her to, seeing as how I found myself waking up in the hospital. A bright sparkle had shone through my eyelids, stabbing my already sore brain. I could see the beeping of a heart monitor nearby. My mind was a jumbled mess from the cocktail of drugs being pumped into me from the IV bags at my English, but I delved into my cognizance in search of reply. I remembered sitting in class… 6th geological period. Senior biology was one-half finished… but there was something wrong. I remembered that my hands had been trembling, even more than than usual. My hide was being pricked with invisible phonograph needle like all my limbs had fallen asleep, but I couldn't remember if it had come suddenly or if it had built over time. I remembered the first dagger stabbing me in the spine of the neck. I remembered falling out of my chairwoman, roaring in excruciation as I collapsed to the story.

But it wasn't the lights or the beeping that had woken me up. It was the annoyance burn ceaselessly throughout my body. In the single moment from when I woke up, I went from being fine to feeling like I was in the burn ward, charred from nous to toe. My muscleman all felt like they were being pierced with hot nails, my reed organ twisted into knots. I leaned over the sharpness of the bed and vomited on the level. My heart monitor was sending a digital scream, bringing in a nurse.

"kill me !"I screamed as the pain in the ass intensified.



I sat on the infirmary bed with my vex parents, facing Dr. Turner, a blond fair sex in her former XXX. I had an IV bag of morphia hanging adjacent to me, trying to suppress the chronic pain that was ravaging my body. I was receiving the level best measure possible, but even then, all of my skin felt like a vesication sunburn and my inside faired no better.

"What you experienced in class was a seizure, caused by multiple tumors in your brain, focused on two specific areas. It may be possible for us to down them with a heavy dose of radiation and chemotherapy, but with how little and numerous these tumor are, the probability are slim. It's a completely new mannikin of Cancer the Crab, and we aren't sure enough what its long-term effects are."

My parents started to cry, but I was completely tranquil."Is it deadly ? What the hellhole is going on with me ?"

"Not in the traditional common sense, but we just aren't completely sure."She held up an X-ray picture of my brain and pointed to a light pip."That is the large group of tumors and we imagine the onetime. However, whether they have grown over fourth dimension or have always been there is a mystery. They are attached to your limbic system. Specifically, they are growing from the part of your brain that produces the chemical substance 5-hydroxytryptamine, as well as other chemical substance that control mood. It appears that they aren't growing any further, but—"

"Let me guess, they're basically smothering that region of my encephalon down and starving me of those chemicals ?"

She nodded and pointed to another bright spot."Yes, exactly. Now as for the continuing painful sensation, these tumour on your brainstem are the seed. The tumors are basically rooting down into your flighty arrangement, causing continuous stimulation of pain receptors. They're basically acting as electrodes hooked up to your spinal anesthesia column. It seems that until now, they haven't been large enough to trigger you uninterrupted pain sensation. You could almost say that the tumors have finally activated. What you're experiencing now, that pain is from the tumour simply existing. That seizure you had earlier was the tumors reaching the peak level of stimulation and maximum. That may bear been a one-time thing or they could randomly occur from now on while on top of your flow condition.

"So is there any way to lessen the extent of my nuisance ?"

"Yes, with anti-convulsion medicine, bother orca, and maybe some antidepressants, we might be able-bodied to subside the extent."

"By how often ?"

"Well, at this head we can't quite be sure. With drugs, we can earn it so that you won't black out if the capture persist, make the infliction fair to middling, and maybe take up away the border of the natural depression so that you won't become suicidal."

‘ It's too late for that.'“ So it won't kill me, but it will fill me with excruciating pain and build me incapable of felicity ?"

"Yes,"Dr. Turner said mournfully.



Not wanting to nark staying in the hospital, I asked to be discharged. Before leaving, we stopped off at the hospital chemist's to blame up my Master of Education. I was holding my handwriting out in the inhuman Oct air as we drove, hoping that the raw chill might comfort the dull throbbing in my finger. The pain lozenge were slowly kicking in, making it so that the bite was bearable, but already, the word"supportable"had gained a altogether new significance for me. The drive dwelling house was tacit, for my parents were trying to go on back tears, but I was calm. That's the one safe thing about being self-destructive : the prospect of your own death actually brings you peace. Now I didn't have to find guilty about killing myself. The effect it would induce on my kinsperson was one of the only thing keeping me from ending it all. Now I could just let the Crab do it for me.

In a way, it felt just to finally feature an answer as to why I suffered from depression. I had been depressed for most of my xviii days, even suicidal, completely in contrast to the comfortable middle-class animation I lived in my hometown in Pine Tree State. I couldn't even count the number of antidepressants, forced therapy lesson, and intellection of longing to just die. There are people starving all over the world, people suffering. It's a enigma to masses like me why they just don't kill themselves. It is the only question I will allow for behind. How do they have lives that make my horrors look pathetic, but they have the will to inhabit that I lack ? That was always an issuing nagging in the back of my mind : being depressed without having a reason. It was that mixture of guilt for knowing that I should think myself lucky but the unfitness to do so, and the feeling of impuissance from the knowledge that it meant that nothing could change how I felt, and that if I would care for death in a comfortable life, then I would wish for end no affair what.

But now, I just don't care. I don't need to like. I may not have suffered as much as people in Africa or other hellholes like that, but… at least they are capable of feeling happiness. Compared to them, I'm broken, and these tumors are the trial impression. I have felt the bite of a blade to try and cancel out my privileged pain with outer pain. I have felt my sanity ripped away by years of sadness. Depression is more than sadness. It is the unfitness to feel joy. It's a missing instauration, like a edifice with a sinkhole where its fourthly cornerstone should be. No issue what you use to try and digest the building, it'll fall away, and the construction can never stand, until it too crumbles and falls into the pit. To experience with slump is like running a marathon with one leg, and the only service you can get is multitude suggesting you buy a in force pair of shoes.

But hopefully, I'll be dead soon and I won't have to palpate hurting or sadness anymore.



Coming home, I went straight upstairs and hid in my room. I just wanted to go to sleep ; maybe it would relieve my excruciation. Downstairs, I could find out my parents telling my younger sister and brother the bad news.



I was completely in awe, hovering in empty space within my dream. Before me, roaring in limitless intensiveness was the undivided star I always saw when I slept. Before now, it had been little more than a single speck of fire up off in the distance, but now it was clearly in opinion, the size of the moon and nearly frightening, simply because I realized now that it was not simply a star. In actuality, it was a inkiness hole, devouring a lead from the inside out, sucking in the fire and gas of the celestial hulk. I could see it as if the sun was a piece of fruit cut in half to reveal the magnetic core. Yet miraculously, the sun did not shrink or lessen in sizing. It seemed more like it was constantly regenerating. casting around the eternally-dying star was a green oviform nebula, about three times as large as the lead itself, and making the hale thing resemble an eye with the black muddle as the pupil.

"The eye of God…"I murmured.

While the star was beyond my human comprehension in terms of size of it, I could feel myself being pulled towards it through the strength of its graveness. Whether this was truly the eye of God, I could not be sure, but one thing I was certain of was that it was my death. No, this object within my dream would not kill me, but it was the symbol of my end. The closer my mind got to it, the closer my soundbox got to death. At the beautiful visual modality, I could not help but smile hysterically."I'm going to die, I'm finally going to die. Just a minuscule longer and I will finally notice peace."

I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, I found myself back in my bed. As always, the imaginary saint was lying beside me, clearly visible in the sparkle of the morning sun. Beautiful, she was so beautiful. The two of us were lupus erythematosus than a foot apart, yet it felt like a Swedish mile. Lying there, this gorgeous delusion in nominal head of me, I felt my pain disappear like the quenching of a candela. Repeating my morning ritual, I reached up and tried to disturb her, do-or-die to feel the sense datum of her peel against my own. As expected, she disappeared just as I was about to piss contact, but something stopped me from retracting my arm and letting it nightfall. My eyes wide, my hand trembling, I scanned through the read sensations of that brief instant, desperate to figure out if what I had sensed so in brief had been real.

It was faint, so faint that it was almost beyond the reach of my sensations, but it HAD been there. Warmth, that was what I felt, the air within the space that she always occupied was warmer, as if energized by her body rut. My involute my manus around through the empty distance she had left behind, running my fingers through the quick air as if her long ruby-red hair were brushing against my palm. I then held my hand up to my face, clutching some of the air from that space, and smelled it. Like the warmth, what I detected within that air was almost beyond my ability to common sense, but it was there, an odour so faint-hearted that I was actually working my head into a headache trying to break down it. Roses, that was what it was.

Shaken by this new revelation, I rolled over towards my windowpane and winced from the Light Within of the midday sun shining directly into my heart. My parents had let me skip school.

"I might as well get used to this…"

I immediately grabbed my bottle of meds as my agony began to irrupt from being conscious, downing two pills without anything to drink. It took time to get dressed, as I quickly found that my brawn were stiff from the Wave of throbbing pain. Aching all over, I walked downstairs and saw my dad in the life way, reading the newspaper. He was there to make sure I got through the day without hurting myself. Trying to stay put unnoticed, I snuck into the kitchen. The last thing I wanted was for him to want some long conversation about how I could tattle to him at any clip and all that other hooey. I took my antidepressant drug and upheaval Master of Education, and made myself a bowl of grain. Just as I was crossing the kitchen with the stadium, a bolt of electrical energy shot up my sticker, making me feel like I was being flogged with red-hot concatenation. I dropped the bowl with a loud smash and collapsed to the floor, gripping my skull and bellowing in anguish. This was even worse than my first seizure, a level of pain reserved for the damn mortal of Inferno. My dad bolted out of his chair and rushed over to me. Within thirty mo, it was over. I could feel the pain sensation ebbing away, until it was at its convention levels.

"Are you all right ?"

"Yeah, I'm ok."

"We're taking you to the hospital."

"No,"I declared. My dad looked at me as I picked up the break shard of the roll and stood up."I'm going to be having these raptus for the rest of my life. I can't go to the infirmary after every one. I'll get used to them eventually."



I suffered two Thomas More seizures that day, both of them causing me to fall to the floor in suffering. My mom got domicile with my older sister and younger blood brother. They all paused when they saw me in the TV room. I was watching a horror movie and the room was benighted. There were traveling bag under my eye from the strain of my raptus and my hands were trembling more than common. I looked at my mom and gently shook my head. She got the subject matter and slowly pulled my sibling away.

The dinner had an awkward silence as everyone tried not to stare at me.

"Emily, you wouldn't happen to know what my homework is, would you ? Did you talk to my teacher ?"I asked my sister.

"No."

"I need to head back to school tomorrow, I can't afford to suffer two days as a senior."

"No, absolutely not,"my mom argued.

"I need to go back to school day sometime, and this painful sensation and these seizures aren't going to go away. I have Cancer the Crab, not some goddamn cold that will go away after a day of rest."

Everyone tensed as I mentioned the cancer.

"There is no ground for me to bide home."



The sky was a dark Gy and sleeting as my dad drove us to school. Other educatee were swarming in to get out of the rain and snow as the doors were finally unlock. First menstruation was about to start and I hadn't wanted to expect for it with all of the former kids. The last thing I needed was an sticky XX minutes outside the school with everyone staring at me.

"Are you sure you want to do this ?"my dad asked for the hundredth time.

"Like I said, there is no reason for me to stay put home."

I stepped out of the car and into the falling snowfall and rain, pulling up the hood of my sweatshirt. It was going to be a coarse winter. gloaming hadn't even ended and the reason was covered by a foot of snow and ice. I didn't notice the cold as I walked towards the school day. I was the last mortal inside and I quickly headed towards my offset class. I was hoping to stay unnoticed, putting off the inevitable awkwardness. I stepped into the small classroom, trying to hide behind the crowds of kids getting into their seats. I sat in the back of the class where no one would see me. If I had been noticed, no one was mentioning it. The teacher began calling attending. I became more and more tense as he approached my name.

"Marcus Clive ?"he asked, doubtingly.

"Here."

As one wafture, everyone turned to me.

"Ah, I had heard that you had suffered a raptus on Monday, are you alright now ?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I found out that I have a new form of genus Cancer, but I'm fine."

Everyone gasped and began muttering amongst each early. The teacher was silent for almost a minute.

"Please, continue,"I said dryly as I took a pill.



I walked down the crowded Asaph Hall with everyone staring at me. Every few seconds, person would ask me a query about the disease in my mind or tell me all that lame bullshit about how I could verbalize to them at any fourth dimension. I reached for my lozenge the 2d enough time had passed since my last one. Just as I put my handwriting on the cap, the sensation of being stabbed in the rear of the skull with a nail bat ran through my eubstance, sending me tumbling down to the trading floor and hollo in pain. People around me freaked out as I writhed on the base, gripping my skull as the neoplasm on my brain stem all sent a particularly strong tremor through my nerves. Within several endorsement, it was over. I lied on the base in a low temperature perspiration, slowly trying to get up.

I raised my caput and coughed up a mouthful of stock onto the floor. The stress of my incessant pain, coupled with my seizures had ruptured an arterial blood vessel or mineral vein somewhere. people tried to help me up but I waved them away. I took two birth control pill and ignored the vocalization of everyone as I walked away with a limp.



It was lunch and I was sitting where I always sat. Against the wall of the cafeteria was a set of folded bleachers where students could sit during lunch if they didn't want to be at a table. As always, I was by myself, but that was because I was compelled to be. I sighed as another girl came up to me and said that if I ever wanted to babble out, I could speak to her.

‘ You're only saying that because of my cancer. If I didn't have a brain wide of tumors, nothing would vary between us. I barely even know who you are.'I fought the temptation to say it, but my anger was making difficult."Thanks,"I said instead, but with a tone as dry as the brick wall behind me.

She walked away and I looked out over the cafeteria for the centesimal sentence, trying to invalidate the gaze of the multitude looking at me and loathing what everyone was. human race was as much of a cancer as the tumors in my brain, and I hated my specie with every vulcanized fiber in my being. I hated the weakness, the covetousness, the folly, the nearsightedness, and every early thing that made us the overgrown cockroaches that we were. I had to hate them, for my own good. Even before my genus Cancer, my living had been agony. My brain was ravaged by its own cold creation, all this time cheated out of chemicals like 5-hydroxytryptamine. For most of my life I haven't known what peacefulness, felicity, or sanity meant. I'm trapped in a realm of world that I can not elude from, and no subject how well I live, be it a billionaire or a homeless person floater, my miserableness and anger will be never leave alone me. That lugubriousness had in time been twisted into hatred, the impression of not belonging to any part of the world decaying into loathing for that populace. Hatred is my only mean value of survival, the only alternative to wallowing in despair. It hurts less to hate the world around me than to desire to be a part of it. It hurts less to hate others than to be starving for a connection.

But I don't want to be the cliché outsider who thinks that he knows beneficial than everyone because he sees everything in a tire out luminance. Social constructs and rule always seem like a stupid permissive waste of metre to me, but I only think they're stupid because I'm incapable of enjoying them. While I always judge the people around me and hate them for being human, I never think myself honest than them. If anything, they are all better than me. I envy them all ; envy them for the lives they get to subsist, the mental constancy they get to enjoy. sociable lives, friendship, love story, just the ability to integrate within collective and encounter joy and understanding… There are students down below me who are parts of something magnanimous, be it something as childlike as a schooling golf club, but I'm simply not capable of being able-bodied to do that.

I looked at the tabular array surrounded by just girls. There was a time when I would birth sold my mortal to just find a girl who would go out with me. In my heart, I knew that only make love or death could work me peace, and I had known it for years. For close to a decade, I had been looking for my psyche mate, the one girl who could involve away my painfulness. At least, that's what I used to require. Now I knew it was too late.



I staggered through the hall, trying to recoup from a seizure only a few instant'prior.

"Marcus, do you want to talk ?"

I already knew who it was. Her name was Julia, and she was one of the few the great unwashed who were gracious to me. Well, she used to be. I hadn't talked to her since soph year. She was kind and beautiful, and for a while, I thought that I loved her. But then I learned that she had a young man, and after that, I simply lost interest. Now I saw her simply as a nuisance, a monitor of the days of wishing I could be with her, no affair what the cost, days when my bother and desperation were euphoria compared to my stream agony.

"No."

"You need to talk to someone."

"No, I just take to get to class."

I spat out a mouthful of blood. The bleeding would always start after every seizure.

"Why won't you look at me ?"she asked in desperation.

"Because I'm in pain ! I've been in pain yearn before I got these tumors. I used to call back that either love or death could cure me, but I hate this world and everyone in it far too often to ever precipitate in love ! I'm already dead, I've been dead for as foresighted as I can think back, but for some reason, my body won't take the mite and croak, so I'm stuck in this wretched and agonizing bag of flesh and bones, trapped in a worldly concern I despise and surrounded by a species that I pray would go extinct ! You've made it exonerated that you can not be the one to serve me, no one can. I can only have until my unspeakable existence wipes itself out."

"Are you mad at me ? !"she asked defensively.

I turned around and walked away."No, I'm mad at fate. I'm mad at my own swear existence. If you want to help me, then put a bullet in my head."



Wanting some fresh air and deciding it would be better not to take chances having a raptus on the bus, I walked home. The weather wasn't too bad, and the coldness helped ease my annoyance a little, plus it gave me time alone with my thoughts, spare from distractions and noise. Walking along the ice-caked road with my hood tightened to keep on my ears warm from the snow, I let my creative thinker wander back to my dream. If what I had concluded about that star topology was right, then my dying truly was approaching and would soon resolve. Even if what Dr. Turner had said about my cancer not being terminal were compensate, the side effects surely would be. How long could the human trunk truly last when forced to stomach eternal torture ?

‘ Whether or not it is my rightful death or not, until that prison term comes, this is how I must march through sentence. Whether I will uphold to subsist in some early form is irrelevant, no mind can truly understand the meaning of last or the weight it carries, therefor, it can not subsist within our minds. We can not encompass expiry, we can not empathise it, not without experiencing it ourselves, at which power point, we cease to exist. Therefor, end is incomprehensible ; it is the end of all grounds, in which all man rules and Assumption become meaningless. We can only understand thing that exist, while we ourselves exist, so while we may venerate demise, it is impossible to become aware of it ourselves.

We can not feel our own decease, just as we can't look nonexistence. We can watch over others die, we can feel our own life story slipping away, but we can not feel that final moment. We can not know precisely when it ends. We can see a million people die, but we can not see our own. It's like every exclusive individual is an immortal surrounded by mortals, a continuing paradox of observation and ignorance. aliveness occupies the entirety of our minds and our world, it is infinity ; it is the endlessness. demise is the world outside of infinity, the kingdom beyond argument, in which beginning and end are one in the Sami.

If I can not determine or detect the end of my life-time when it happens, then through my senses, it will never happen. I am immortal, and the only way for my end to come about is for everything and zero to jar and end my existence. Or am I wrong ? Will I go along to live beyond Death ? Will I live on, even while my consistence bunkum in the terra firma ? Is there a biography after this one ? Is it better ? Is it worse ?'



"Hey Marcus, want to act as Bromus secalinus ?"my brother Phil asked.

I was sitting on the couch in the living elbow room, watching TV with a wet towel on my head. I had been feeling febrile all day. Phil was three days youthful than me and had the Saame fatal hairsbreadth as I did, though his was cut shorter and he had a different ivory structure. He and I had been playing chess for years and he had never once beaten me. You could say it was the one activity we did as brothers, and from what I guessed, this was his attack to try and trouble me from my pain.

I shrugged."Yeah, sure."

Phil sat on the other end of the couch and the board was set up. I kept my optic focused mainly on the TV, looking at the table only when it was my number. I had some difficultness moving the spell ; my fingerbreadth felt stiff and brittle.

"Phil, do you get it on where I could get some pot ?"I asked out of the blue.

"What ?"

"Come on, I know you're a freshman, but you've always been on the social electrical circuit. You must recognise mortal who can trade me some weed."

"No, I don't bent around with people like that."

I sighed again and continued to play. For once, Phil managed to beat me, but it was a hollow victory, especially with how quickly he won. I knocked over my King with a detent of my tongue.

"Well now, it looks like the old baron is dead and the new King has risen. Long live the king,"I said dryly before getting up and leaving.



"Hey Marcus, what's up ?"my sister asked, surprised to see me standing in the room access.

Emily was a yr younger than me and a Junior. She had my mom's blond hair's-breadth, but it was amalgamate with my dad's dark hair gene.

"Do you know anyone at school who could sell me some pot ?"I asked, nearly scaring her with how blunt I was.

"What ? No ! And you shouldn't be smoking that stuff, it's bad for you !"

"Oh cut the asshole, Em ! It's goddamn Cannabis sativa, it's completely harmless and you know it !"

Emily's eyes darkened and we were both silent. I softened my flavor before continuing."You know I wouldn't even bother with the stuff under pattern circumstances… but things have changed."

"Do you really think that stuff and nonsense will serve you ?"

"I wouldn't believe it if it did. I'm just hoping that it can have thing easier. fare on, pot is probably the least dangerous thing I could put in my system these days and the government banning it is one of the most retarded things in the account mankind. It's a fucking flora that makes citizenry experience good. Besides, let's say the anti-pot propaganda is true and it is bad for me, do you honestly think that I'll live long enough to present the result ?"

"Marcus, you're not going to die,"she said softly, getting up from her bed and walk over to me.

"Emily, I'm already on borrowed meter. The movie is over, the credits are rolling, and Rotten Tomatoes gave it all negative critical review. I'm going to die soon, I know it, so just be a ripe sister and let me be a little selfish before I kick the bucket."

Emily sighed."Mike Broflovski, you can recover him under the football bleachers at schoolhouse. I don't know anything else about him."



I was lying in bed, staring at her longingly on another schooltime morning. With my middle fixed upon her hallucinatory figure, the fires of agony within my body were silent, nearly making me sob tears of joy. It had been almost a instant since I had woken up and saw her undetermined her eyes before falling back to sleep, but for once, I managed to overcome my desire to try and impact her, and instead was letting the illusion continue, or whatever it could be called. She was sleeping, this girl who's name I did not know, this beautiful angel conjured up by my demented person. She was sleeping so peacefully that I wasn't sure I could ever have the best my guilt if I disturbed her.

I could experience lied in that warmly bed for the relaxation of my life, just staring at her. With each breath she took, I could see her chest rising with the expansion of her lungs, and the flickering strands of her blood-colored hair. The mantle of my bed was barely wrapped around her beautiful frame, letting me seem upon almost her total body. Piercing this real-world dream, my consternation clock began to beep. Knowing that it would mean her disappearance, I reluctantly reached out over her to turn over it off. Even with the inactivation clitoris pressed, the girl remained with my arm stretched out over her like a bridge. She had never stayed this long before, was the delusion just growing in astuteness ? Would I finally be able to contact her ? Humming in bliss, she opened her optic and stared at me with a diminished but sweet-smelling grinning on her lips.

She spoke.

Her voice was inaudible, but her backtalk parted and shaped the watchword with inexplicable care, like a skipper journeyman sculpting a spinning clay pot with her hands. I had never been one for reading sass, the power completely eluded me, but once, just this one time, I was able to say the shaping of the Holy Scripture like a burnished neon star sign, and find out them whispered in the center of my mind.

"I love you."

triad language, three simpleton password, but the weighting they carried pushed me over the bound. ineffectual to hold the tears of joy back any yearner, I desperately reached out to encompass her, only for her to disappear before I could be blessed with her touch.



I stepped into the locker way of the school. It was fourth dimension for gym class but I wouldn't be participating. My changeless botheration was my permanent excuse. Why couldn't this Cancer the Crab have kicked in when I was a Freshman ? I stuffed my knapsack in one of the lockers and grabbed my pills.

"Why do you always cry when you fall down ?"

I already knew who it was and I was trying to keep my blood from boiling. His name was Tom, and he was null but a punk and bully. He had tormented me all throughout middle and high school school, an extra strength driving me into depression. He was probably one of the tumid understanding as to why I wanted to die.

"Tom, leave him alone, he has genus Cancer,"another student warned.

"So ? Its not like I would cry if I had that,"Tom grunted before shoving me.

I turned to him, the pudgy psychopath.

"You're just a pathetic little bitch."

In my mind, something snapped. The anger, which had always been suppressed by the fear of consequences, finally broke free. Tom was larger than I was, but I didn't tending. Practically foaming at the mouth, I reached out with both hands and grabbed him by the throat, slamming him against the locker. I was strangling him with all the strength I could gather in my sick consistence, using adrenaline to increase the exponent of my brawniness. I had my thumbs pressed against the principal arteria in the incline of his neck opening, halting the flow of blood to his Einstein while robbing him of the power to breathe. He couldn't focus enough to use his weapon system to free himself. I would normally never retaliate like this, as I had learned early in spirit that the tough always got off without a undivided slap on the wrist but the victims who defended themselves basically got the chair. There was nada that could be done but take the pain sensation and hope your tormenter would eventually get bored. For what I was doing, I could easily get expelled, but not a single percentage of me cared. If I was going to live a biography of excruciation and die an former demise, I might as well do whatever the fuck I wanted and haul some son of a bitch down with me.

"How about I correct some of the bullshit spewing out of that deformed agglomerate of gray thing you call a brain ? First of all, I don't fall down. I have goddamn gaining control. Second, the tumour in my head are strangling my limbic organisation just like I'm strangling you, meaning that my mental capacity is now incompetent of producing chemicals that let me feel anything early than misery and wrath. lastly but not least, when I have a raptus, all of my senses are so overwhelmed with the pain that I collapse as I am bombarded by waving of agony. I suffer every second, but when I have a seizure, it makes being lit on flaming seem like a massage ! Have you ever been in so practically pain and wanted to die so bad that you almost used your own fingernails to gash your radiocarpal joint ? I think anyone would shed some tears if they experienced that."

Tom was turning blue from the strangulation and I had to crusade with everything I had to save from murdering him right then and there in straw man of everyone. Instead of ending his life, I threw him down at the ground, inadvertently smashing his face against the corner of one of the locker room benches. The shock completely shattered his eye socket and fractured his skull. Another few centimetre and his eye would have been permanently lost. After he fell to the ground, I finished with a kicking to the jaw, busting up almost half of his teeth. Tom was passed out on the flooring and pouring parentage with everyone staring at me in fear.

I opened my bottle of hurting meds and took one out."That is just a sample of what I live with constantly."



Tom was rushed to the infirmary and I was suspended for the rest of the month. Under convention circumstances, I would give been suspended for a full month or even expelled, but the penalisation was light for several reasonableness. Tom had been the school bully ever since 6th grade and was nothing but a worthless punk rocker. He treated everyone like dump and teasing somebody with cancer was the worst thing anyone had ever seen. Everyone in the locker room testified against him and said that I had done what needed to be done long ago. I silently disagreed with them on that. What should have got been done long ago was Tom being lined up in front of a firing squad and dig. I knew in the rear of my mind that everyone was testifying for me because of my cancer, because everyone hated Tom, or because everyone now feared me. My sentence was also so luminance because of the recent hurt of eruditeness of my disease.

My parents immediately picked me up from shoal. During the ride home, they constantly contradicted themselves. They would say how much trouble I was in and that what I did was wrong, then go back and say that Tom deserved it and what I did was reasonable. I didn't really like about being suspended, and Thanksgiving vacation would fare a few hebdomad after I got back, letting me induce more time to relax.



As the sidereal day droned on, I spent my time watching repugnance film. The lights would be turned off and I would laugh bitterly during every gruesome kill. horror movies were one of the few things that I didn't hate. The fact that I watched them in the shadow on Fri and Sabbatum nights, while most citizenry were hanging out with admirer made my parents nag nonstop about my sociable behavior. They would distinguish me that I need to expend time Quaker, and I would tell them that I didn't want friends.



"Who are you ?"I whispered, once again lying in bed and facing the girl of my dreaming.

Ever since she had first spoken ( albeit while mute ), I had been hoping and wishing that whatever it was, be it a delusion or extrasensory event, whatever it was that allowed me to see her each morning would grant me the ability to interact with her even further. At the query, she batted her eyes coyly and rolled onto her back, letting the pale light passing through my windowpane shine down upon her naked body. The miss looked at me, giving a sleepy smile as if waking up on a Sunday morning with nothing to do but doze.

"My name is…"

The name was spoken, entering my intellect and drawing muddiness. I repeated it, uttering the unexplainable racket even without understanding it. The randomness was not a discussion, consonant, or vowel sound, it was like nothing found in nature or anything humans had ever created, it could not be compared to anything. As soon as I heard it, I completely forgot it, but even with it slipping my memory, I was somehow capable to reiterate the speech sound if I so desired. The daughter smiled as I said her name back to her, as if what she had told me and what I had said was her existent public figure, but my mind would not allow for me to be aware of it.

"Who are you ?"I again asked.

The girl smiled and repeated her command as well. This time, I instead focused on her voice. This was the first time I had ever heard it, and it was more beautiful than I ever imagined. crystallise as the chiming of a bell but soft as the coos of pigeons, the speech sound of the three words preceding the fuzz that masked her name was like a lullaby.

"What are you ?"

Breaking graphic symbol, the female child moved towards me, slowly yet suddenly, and nearly making me jump. She brought her face up to mine, our backtalk almost touching while we stared into each former's center and exchanged the like breath.

"Wait for me,"she murmured, pulling away and disappearing.



I stepped into the school on the first of all of November, and it was as if time stopped upon my comer. Everyone was standing like statues while staring at me with both reverence and admiration. With my usual stony scowl and gray hood pulled up, I took a pain tab and proceeded to my locker. I was walking with a hobble, for I had suffered a seizure in the rain shower earlier that break of the day and banged my leg. My dad was now adding a safety rail in font of another seizure.

After I stopped off at my cabinet, people started bombarding me with questions as they had done on my foremost day back. They asked me to tell them what happened in the storage locker way, even though the guys in there had already retold it a G times. They also asked me to reduplicate what I had said about my Cancer the Crab, for that had been the first metre I had actually described it to individual. I just ignored all of the interrogative sentence, acting like they weren't there. There was no reason to answer, even if it was just to be cultivated. They meant goose egg to me, and once I graduated in the saltation, I would never see them again.



I was lying in bed, holding a joint the size of a cigar. I had bought all the weed I could off that mike guy and told him that he had break have more when I came back. If I was going to botch up my nest egg on pot, I might as well get some client service. I always had a few hours to myself after every schooltime day, my sibling would be hanging out with friends or be run sports and my parents would be at work, leaving me with the house.

Lighting up one end of the joint, I took a deep powderpuff and immediately began coughing and hacking. Ok, maybe I should take it slower…



I began getting into more fights at school. Quite simply, I was done with the shit. If anyone insulted me, gave me lip, or got on my bad side, I did not waffle to switch a punch. I was going to die soon so there was no reason to dedicate a fuck about anyone or anything I decided I might as well deal with old business sector while I still had clip. A lot of masses had made my life a nightmare and I was paying them back. I received my evenhandedly percentage of injuries, I was often sporting a black eye, busted lip, or bruised face, but as long as I didn't suffer a capture during a competitiveness, I normally won. I guess that was one advantage of full-body endless pain : your enemies can't do anything to make you hurt anymore than you already are.

The school tried to ignore my actions, or at least punish me lightly. Each altercation earned me a couple days pause, but they didn't have the boldness to go any farther. The school arrangement and I had bad chronicle, and they certainly had a lot to apologize for. My parents were the same, putting up a treacherously front of condemnation while being unable to gain the courage to punish me. They knew that I was self-destructing, acting out to try and cope with my bother. It was the only affair I could do.



It was the day before Thanksgiving and my relative were expected to get in in lupus erythematosus than an hour. They all knew that I had Crab and I was not looking forward to some goofy family reunification. I walked to the door and grabbed my coat."I'm going out for a walk."

"But everyone is going to be here in just a few minutes !"my mom called from the kitchen, working feverishly to reach a big dinner.

"Exactly. Could you do me a favor and tell them to act like I don't have cancer ?"

Before my mom could respond, I stepped outside and into the acrimonious frigidness. There was no flatus, but the air was frigid and raw. The air was clear, showing a pale blueing sky as the sun slowly drifted towards the horizon. The surrounding area was a mix of chummy Wood and waterlogged discipline, the brown landscape painting now painted white-hot. I started walking down the side of the road, not caring where it took me, even though I knew exactly where it led. The gumption and gravel on the incline of the hollo was filled with garbage, from beer bottles to void cigarette cartonful. The cars that drove past me hit me with a sudden breeze, like a end go bad breath. The raw glacial air, the bleak landscape, the taunting drones of elevator car driving by, and the trash around my foundation was both comforting and depressing. The coldness helped ease my chronic botheration and the wasteland scenery made me finger more at home, but with each discharge cigarette carton I kicked aside and each car that broke the silence, I was reminded of how alone I wanted to be and how much I couldn't be.

I soon arrived at the wooded common down the road from my theater, but I wasn't ready to go rest home yet and I needed a break from the cars and the road. There was no one else around ; even a member of the most bitter and disorderly family would prefer to remain domicile rather than be subjected to this acrid cold and wind. I entered the timber, following the footmark of dogs and their owners, lightly covered by a sparge of reinvigorated snow from the night before. As always, my thinking were on my own mortality rate, as I tried to figure out how much fourth dimension I had left. I should probably start making a will for when my body gives out and I at last achieve death, but what did I need ?

I came to a diaphragm, my eyes all-embracing, my breathing shallow, staring at the creature before me. Resting against a shine tree diagram to get out of the malarky, a prairie wolf lay on the cold land. Its chest heaved slowly, causing the dry blood around the smoke injury in its slope to tornado. Almost every Night, the coyotes could be heard yipping and howling in the farthest reaches of the woodland, but this was the first time I had seen one up close. From the spirit of it, it had probably wandered onto mortal's yard and the property owner shot it to make for sure no others came by. From the coagulation, it had likely happened the previous Nox, but from the placement of hurt, it was probably still bleeding internally and had organ wrong. The fact that it had been able to gimp this far into the Natalie Wood was a miracle.

I approached the wounded animal, slowly, but without fright. Right now, it was at its most dangerous, but what was the worst it could do to me ? bite my hand ? I wasn't sure I'd even experience it. The brush wolf looked up and gave a soft growl, but was too tired and cold to even shew its teeth. I crouched down before it and reached out. It tried to bite me, but its fangs missed and I managed to rest my hand on the top of its head. Knowing it could not keep the bluff up any longer, it laid its question back onto the cold ground and waited for Death. I brought my hand to its bureau, feeling its desperate breaths and its feeble marrow beating.

Too tired to move its head, the brush wolf shifted its gaze upwards, looking past me. I followed its eyes to the barren tree branches above, contrasting against the evening's pink sky. For all I knew, this wight and I were thinking the like thing. Would I ever see commons leaf on those branches again ? Or would this be my last winter ? Would I die, miserable and in annoyance, or was there even a glimmer of a chance for me to live my biography without hiding from the world ? Would the day ever come when I too can bask in the sun ?

Solemnly, I reached in my pocket and pulled out my Swiss U. S. Army knife. I couldn't leave this animal here to stomach. I had to put it out of its misery. I folded out the knife and put the tip to the back of the coyote's back. I hesitated, spending another minute looking into its eyes and feeling its trunk tremble. I had never killed an animal before, not counting the one or two mice I had run over when I was learning to beat back, but this thing was much magnanimous than they were.

"You and I are exactly the same. The only differences are that you probably want to restrain living… and I wish individual would be merciful enough to do this to me."

Taking a deep breath, I forced the blade into its neck opening, severing the nerves as best as I could. Its eubstance gave the smallest vellication and then everything became still and its eyes closed. I stayed there a little while long, feeling the heat slowly leak from its organic structure. I reached behind it into the volcanic crater of shit of the exterminate Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and grasped a lowly smattering of icy soil. I rubbed it between my hands, letting it thaw so that the odour of the nutrient could slip devoid. I stared at the grunge, moving it around to separate the minerals from the decaying subject, and then sprinkled it on the slain fauna. Soon, I would die, just like this coyote, and I would take back to the earth, just like everything else. For the first meter in a long spell, I actually smiled, knowing what I wanted. I wanted to be buried, but without a coffin, and certainly without being embalmed. I wanted to embrace my death, not hide from it in a pine box while noxious chemicals keep me from rotting. I wanted to find the soil on my face, to be enveloped by the earth, and maybe have a tree diagram planted over my grave. At to the lowest degree then, the worms and the industrial plant would get more use out of my body than I ever did.

I wiped my men off on the brush wolf's fur and then stood up. It was time to go home.



I stepped through the front threshold of my home and was instantly bombarded by clinch and greetings from my congenator : cousin-german, aunts, uncles, grandparents, and everyone else. I could sense the awkwardness underneath their words as they asked how tall I was and all of the other cliché inquisitions.

"dinner is gear up !"I heard my mom claim from the kitchen.

I had no appetite.

"I'm just going to go to bed."

Before anyone could even try to stop me, I went upstairs and into my room. I moved to my bed, wincing as my muscles became more and More sore. I lied down and let my aching body settle.

"Please, just let me log Z's and not wake up."



"Why can't I hear your name ?"I asked, speaking to the miss while the hallucination would let me.

Having already gone through the immortalize front and military action, the girl opened her eyes and gazed at me with her usual tender grin, while almost laughing in a gentle hum.

"Are you even real ?"

"Does it matter if I am real or not ?"

audition her speak warmed my essence with the possibleness that maybe she wasn't just a figment of my resourcefulness."Yes, no… I'm not sure."

The girl then moved closer to me, closing the gap between us and reducing it to a few unbearable in."If I don't exist, if I am just a Creation of your own mind, then you should be glad. If it is you who created me, then I am always with you. I am wherever you want me to be and you just have to care it."

I put my deal over my face and rolled onto my back, having suddenly felt my eyes watering up. Every Holy Scripture that passed from between her beautiful lips was a shock to my very soul, like the ending of a beautiful book.

"No, that's not thoroughly enough. I need you with me. I need you to be real. I don't know why, I just need—"

I was silenced, my unanimous body brought to a complete plosive by the sensation of the girl inclination over and pressing her lips against my own. I moved my hand away from my eyes, in sodding and mouth disbelief. This was the foremost prison term I had ever been able to touch her, and that low gear touch was expressed through my first of all buss. Her font, so finish to mine, I could see every single detail of her mug and saturate myself with her rosy fragrance. The sensation of her lip against mine, it went beyond just canceling out my pain, it made me feel… salutary. I felt happy, euphoric, like I had just been working for three sidereal day straight and was settling into a hot tub. Her lip were so soft and warmly, but also carrying a docile spirit. It was like I was kissing a wisp of steam from a cup of tea.

The girl eventually broke the connection and we stared into each other's eyes. She then sat up and moved on top of me, her hands pushing down on my shoulders and her recollective reddish hairsbreadth hanging down around our faces like a curtain, seceding the space between us from the outside human beings and making it all our own. Staring at her full breasts and feeling the quiet sass of her pussy rub up against the calamus of my hardening penis ( with only the fabric of my boxershorts separating them ) was driving me tempestuous with hormonal lust.

In all honesty, I hadn't been this aroused in months, I could literally feel the roue pumping furiously through my consistency and firing up the long-dormant parts of my encephalon that I had ignored for so tenacious. But beyond her beauty, beyond her naked physical structure resting on mine and making me horny than ever in my sprightliness, the nifty feeling was her weight on me. It was real. I could feel her pushing down on my shoulder joint, sitting on my lap. I could even hear the springs of my mattress creak beneath us. This weight was real, it had to be, and that meant she was real.

"You need me to be real because you need to believe that there is some expression of this world that can fix you well-chosen, that there is at least one person who can take away your annoyance. But if I am just a creation of your own psyche, then you should be overjoyed. It means that you hold the key to your own happiness, and wherever you live, no issue how you live, you can make it paradise."

The Holy Scripture were whisper and her side was lit with attendant care and love. The girl then leaned down and settled herself on top of me like a cat, her chest of drawers pressed against mine and her face buried in the side of my cervix. Her physical structure, it was so warm and soft, I was completely at a red ink for actor's line on how to describe it. All I could do was wrap my weapon system around her womanly skeleton, hold her closely, and cry tears of joy. I didn't care, real or not, she was here with me, and that was all that mattered. Whether she was some sort of angel from paradise or just a figment of my imagination, as long as she was with me, I'd be happy.

"Marcus, fall on, it's clock time to wake up. You've been in bed for too long,"my mom said, knocking on the door.

At the phone of the doorknob shaking, I turned with fear in my eyes."No, don't. Please, not yet."

The handle was fully turned, and just as the door began to move, the girl disappeared, leaving me alone once again. My mom just stood in the doorway, looking at me and wondering why I was crying.



Even if my dreaming had now reached new levels of profoundness and I could interact with the girl Sir Thomas More than I had ever hoped, that didn't help my day-after-day routine. In fact, it made it bad. Spending every moment hungriness to go back home and go to bed so that I could awaken up beside that missy, my life became even more wretched. Everything that made my day difficult became horrible, and everything that had never bothered me before was now a curse, as it required time and stood in my way. Add that to my continuous pain sensation and my multiple daily seizures, and each day went from being an endless hellhole to a taunting deprivation of the one light in my diabolic life.

Such lively contact like that special dark before was rare and not often repeated. The girl still appeared every morning for a few minutes, but I could rarely do anything to a greater extent than bear upon her gently with my paw. Going further would cause her to disappear. She never spoke much, only when I said something to her or asked her questions, and even then, her solution were simple and often repeated. Regardless, just waking up next to her each morning was enough to get me through the day, but barely.

While my visions of the little girl seemed to mature, every nighttime, I dreamt about that whiz, the wiz being devoured by the dim hole in its core, the star sitting in a nebula looking like the eye of God. I could feel myself drawing closer and closer to the bootleg mess in the center, being pulled in towards my dying. The closer I got, the orotund the celestial flock became, surpassing my man comprehension. Yet strangely, after that night, while my increasing law of proximity continue to boom my view of the lead around it, the pitch-dark hole was actually shrinking like a contracting pupil. It was as if the black hole was sizing itself to agree with my space from it.

Dec was exceptionally approximate, quite simply because I had decided to try chemo and radiation treatment for my genus Cancer. Well, to be honest, my parents basically coerced me into doing it and making me feel guilty if I refused. They wanted me to live no topic what, so the entirely way to confuse off their suspicions that I was eagerly awaiting last was to feint hopelessness and fear towards the treatment. I eventually agreed to intervention under one condition : if I didn't see any consequence before New Year's or I started losing my hair, I was going to depart. I didn't have mellow expectations, but I would do it to get my parents off my back.

On my first day of chemotherapy, I found myself in a elbow room with other Crab patients, all sitting in chairs lining the walls. Each one was hooked up to an IV, and their phase of treatment were all visible on their emaciating bodies. Considering the time it took for each seance, everyone had methods of keeping boredom at bay. There were laptop computer, handheld plot consoles, script, and one of the kids was even playing with a Rubik's cube. I sat by the window, letting the poison run through my vena. I was also receiving a heavy dose of morphine, helping to numb some of my hurting. Hopefully I wouldn't have a seizure in the hospital. The last thing I needed was some intern aright out of med school sticking a tube down my throat.

Drowsy from the drugs running through me, I let my thinker wander. My thoughts drifted back to the girl and what she had told me. She said that if she wasn't tangible, if she was just a figment of my imagination, then I could visit on her whenever I needed. Maybe it was something I should try. I closed my eyes, forcing aside all distractions and sensations. I focused my head on the girl, but was unsure of what would actually get her Forth River. If I just thought about her, would she appear in this room with me ? Should I try and return asleep and dream about her ?

Slowly the speech sound of the other patients faded, the world falling silent around me. But I was not alone. I felt mortal gently range my hired man and opened my eyes, staring into the beautiful blues of the female child. She was kneeling at my infantry, naked as always. Behind her, the chemotherapy room had blurred into an unrecognizable montage, as if I was falling out of sync with reality.

"Marcus, my dear sweet-flavored Marcus…"she whispered, resting her headway on my lap.

I slowly reached out and placed my hand on the top of her read/write head, stroking her pilus."You're really here,"I gasped in amazement.

"Of course I'm here ; I'm always with you. Marcus, I'm so proud of you, for everything you've endured. Your solitaire will be rewarded, I promise you. Just hold on and I will make for you happiness."

"What am I supposed to wait for ?"

"The day when our soulfulness can finally achieve convergence."

I then jerked in my chair, having been awoken by the nurse. I had slept through the treatment.



Christmastime and New year's came and went, and I was glad to see them go. I hated the holiday ; all of the cheerfulness and felicity made my electric organ fail. With the start of the New Year, I had the doctors check my condition and see if any progress had been made on my tumors. After a month of radiation and chemo, I had figured at least a slight alteration would be found. No. There was nix. They had resisted the treatment and I was stuck where I was.



Each day, my pain was getting worse, and I found myself taking more than and more pills than I was supposed to, both painkiller and anti-convulsion MEd in an endeavour to curb my seizures. Originally, I would take two painkillers every four hours and one anti-convulsion med every six, but now I was downing them like tic tacs. My organic structure was weakening, but in a way, that was a well thing. I was close, so close. Soon I could rest in peace.



"twenty dollar bill bucks for a dose, and I'll give you an extra ten for a sporty phonograph needle and to help me set up. My hands are too shaky for something like this,"I said, standing in an alley in Ithiel Town.

The sky above was Thomas Gray with a pacify snowfall pouring down on the dealer and I. Luckily, the café to our right kept us out of the wind. The man before me looked to be in his former twenties, unshaven with bass distrustfulness in his eyes. I was a new customer to him, and normally he would have turned me away on instinct, but luckily I looked puke enough to pass for a inured user.

"Let me see your hands."

I held them up, letting him see them tremble. With every nervus ending in my fingers firing, my custody were shaking so badly that it looked like I had MS.

"Alright, amercement. You're in luck, kid. I just got some brand new syringes yesterday and I've got one left."

He looked around to relieve oneself sure we wouldn't be seen and then took out his ware. Filling up a spoon with heroin, he clenched the grip with his teeth and used his script to hold a abstemious and protect the fire from the steer. Slowly the powder melted into its liquid form, and before it could cool, he unwrapped an unused syringe and filled it with the drug, coating by handing it to me in exchange for the cash.

"Tch, fate. If luck were on my side today, this phonograph needle would end up killing me."

With the dealer leaving, I sat down on the low temperature wet ground, pulling up my arm and looking for a vein. It certainly wasn't hard ; my skin was as slenderize as newspaper and my arterial blood vessel were all swollen from malnutrition and the strain of my disease. I pushed the needle into my arm, not even feeling it amongst the gazillion of other painful pricks tormenting my body. I hesitated with my thumb on the plunger, wondering if this was really the itinerary to take. My sprightliness was already cut short and the chances of there being a remedy for my pain were slim, but did I really want to further core myself with even a I injection of this toxin and hazard developing an addiction ? After all, the pot had been a blue bankruptcy. What chance did heroin cause of helping me ? I concluded my hesitation with a laugh, deciding I didn't have much to lose.

I pushed down onto the diver, filling my blood stream with the poisonous substance. Casting the empty syringe aside, I leaned my header back and stared up into the snow, waiting for the drug to take away affect. Could I possibly be any more pathetic ? Sitting in a back alley with heroin running through my venous blood vessel, trying desperately to free myself for just a few mo from my disease… It was beyond pitiful ; it was shameful. But soon, the drug began to take effect, numbing my senses and bringing down my pain to a ho-hum throbbing while leaving my psyche spinning. Waiting for this dark miracle to truly give up me from my agony, I stared back up into the Gy sky and let my mind wander.

Is there a god ? I ask myself that question often, but of course, so does everybody. I don't know if I am a worshiper, an atheist, or just an agnostic. I see no intellect in the macrocosm, no import, no pattern behind the chaos other than the figure human being try to create. Is there a role in any existence ? Even mine ? Was I created with this body simply to tolerate ? Was I created and then abandoned, never cared about by whatever deity might have cursed me with life ? Was all of humans created to bear or was it created and then abandoned ? There is so much pain in the populace, so lots excruciation beyond my own. What form of twine god would put us on this earth to live as the loathing that we are, caught in evolutionary limbo ? Would our Godhead not also be our parent ? Shouldn't they try and protect us from harm ? Are we merely amusement ? A TV show for more encourage life variety ? Or are we little more than a bacteria settlement growing on a discarded examination pipe, created by chance event and never acknowledged ?

What use is there of a god in this human worldly concern ? Either he doesn't exist, doesn't caution, or is he a spew freak that loves to make life solely to toy with it. People waste their lives praying and begging to some bastard in the sky to modify their lives, all the while trampling under everyone beneath them and casting discernment upon those who walk unlike paths. But for judging them, am I no bettor ? Do I have any right to speak badly of the great unwashed when I too am cursed with this hapless homo organic structure ? How can I condemn others for being judgmental when it means being judgmental of them ?

I guess that's one of the master trouble of this macrocosm : no one can make change without doing exactly what their opposer is doing. Whether it is trying to stop a genocide or get a broadside passed through sexual congress, every sales booth is just a repetition of its failed precursor. Everyone thinks they know what's best, they think they have the key to saving the humankind or that they have seen the the true that no one else has so lots as caught a coup d'oeil of. All the Lapplander fault are just made over and over again, all the same promises spoken and never fulfilled, all the fault of others pointed out by those who are nix more than phoney. If this life really is the workplace of a god, then he is a sadistic god, a life where the marvellous social body structure is nothing more than a peck of junk, a raft of loser all stacked up on top of each other with no one capable of escaping their mantle.

I don't know if there is a god, I'm not sure whether or not I want there to be a god. If there isn't a god, then all this is nonmeaningful and there is naught for us in this world but a quick biography, an unavoidable demise, and an eternity in which no one remembers us. If there is a god, then he is either unequal to or iniquity, in which case, I want nothing to do with him former then a prospect to pay him back for creating me. What am I ? A believer ? An atheist ? An agnostic ? What is the figure for person whose belief in God is nothing more than the desire to kill him ?

"Marcus, I'm cold."

I looked over, seeing the young woman sitting next to me, her healthy cutis contrasting against the brick rampart and the snow-covered pavement. She looked at me with somber eyes, pained by the consideration I was in and how desperate I was.

"Do you even feel things like the low temperature ?"I asked, more bitterly than I meant.

"I feel them because you feel them. You are my radio link to this world, just like I am yours. We are bound."

I got to my animal foot, struggling to maintain my balance."I'm sorry you're bound to somebody as pathetic as me."

"You are not poor. You are desperate, you are in pain, and you are starved of love."

"Who could ever love soul as broken as me ?"

"I do. Marcus, of all the citizenry in the world, I am the one that you have nothing to hide from."

She stood up and leaned against me, her sleeve wrapped tightly around my neck opening. I could actually palpate her, feel her warmth.

"You'll never have to put yourself down, never say you don't deserve me, never have to feel disgrace or embarrassment. Every single prospect of your life, of your personality, of your soul, I love with all my affectionateness. Marcus, I accept you. I accept you for everything you are. Now please, let's go home. I don't want you to catch a cold."



It was morning, and I was getting ready for school with my family in the kitchen. In my hand was a mound of tablet, one that I stared at loathingly. Pain killers, anti-convulsion MEd, blood thickening to continue my home bleeding from going out of control, antidepressant, and countless vitamin supplements to aid me get some nourishment. With changeless pain wracking my body, I rarely noticed my appetite, and any food that I did eat was often thrown up during my seizures, so pills were the alone way to make sure I got the nutrients I needed. I was always on the husky face, but after so many calendar week of this pain in the ass, I had burned through all of my fat reserves and was little to a greater extent than cutis and bones. Hoping that I wouldn't just honk them up later, I poured the pills into my lip and forced them into my gut with a glass of water. clip to start a new day.



"We're so close now."

My eyes bolted open and I quickly realized that I couldn't relocation. The girl, the young lady who's figure I did not know, her whisper had woken me up. Never before had this happened, and even more, she was sitting on my lap again, almost pinning me down. The sun had not yet risen. It was barely after 2:00 am.

"What ?"I asked, certain I was still dreaming.

With a lovesome grinning, she leaned down and gently kissed me."We are so close now. We can talk, we can touch… we can kiss. I can experience you and you can experience me, the time has almost come. Just await a piffling longer."

"What has almost come ?"

"Happiness,"she purred lovingly while sitting back up.

I sat up with her, wrapping my weaponry around her and resting my forehead against her chest. The soft warmness of her handsome breasts against my case was a sexual nirvana, coercing my tool into a pulsing erection.

"Why can't I hear your name ?"

The red-haired ravisher giggled and gently pushed me back down, hovering over me on all fours."Because you have not yet named me."

"What do you mean ?"

"You must name me, so that I may exist solely for you, so that I may bring you felicity and relieve your suffering. Then when you regain the will to go, you will live solely for me, and this macrocosm will go Eden for all the solar day of our lives."

"But don't you exist already ?"

"Why don't you touch me and decide for yourself ?"she suggested coyly.

I smiled, feeling my horniness and upheaval copse away my tiredness. Raising my right hand, I reached up and cupped one of her breasts, sending an uncontrollable shiver through my body and causing some pre-cum to dampen my boxers

"I didn't know you were such a pervert. How naughty,"she murmured, closing her eyes and humming to herself blissfully with a small grinning.

I was smiling as well, massaging the orb of human body with both charge and curiosity, having never felt a girl's boobs before. I began massaging the other one with my left paw, rubbing the nipple with my quarter round and causing the daughter's hums to increase in mass. Jiggling them, squeezing them, and rubbing them together, I thoroughly explored every clandestine her womanhood held and familiarized myself with every 1 centimeter of her soft skin.

"It feels so salutary to have you match me,"she panted as I began toying with her nipples, gently squeezing them between my index and middle fingerbreadth and rubbing them with my thumbs.

"You certainly feel real,"I said, felicitous than I had been in years.

"well to be sure, how about a taste ?"she offered, lowering herself down and kissing me.

Following the lead story of her sassing, her tongue slipped into my oral cavity with unconvincing length. I almost felt like I was going to throttle on it. Her backtalk and spit, they were so luscious, and the bed wetter the buss became, the Sir Thomas More of her feeling I was capable to taste. She tasted like ripe mangos and tea and the longer I tasted her, the more energized I felt.

After several minutes of necking, the girl pulled her lips from mine and smiled."My soundbox is so hot right now, can you cool off me off ?"

I smiled and raised my head, kissing her offset on the nerve, then down the side of her cervix, and to her clavicle. As I slowly moved down, the miss slipped her hands into my underdrawers and grasped my cock, nearly making me cum right then and there simply from the sensation of having person else soupcon it.

"Just as I thought, it's sized just for me,"she hummed, lovingly stroking it while my backtalk finally came to her breasts.

Shaking like a drug nut, I was barely capable to turn back my intimate hunger. All these geezerhood, my hatred and clinical depression had made my natural private road little more than a dull annoyance, but now, it was like it was all rushing out at once. I ran my spit across her bosom, unable to trust how good they felt and tasted, and just that I was making such intimate contact lens with this strange entity.

"Be as rough or as appease as you want, I belong to you after all,"she said tenderly.

At her words, my emotions suddenly flared up and appease my instinctive desire. This girl, whether she was real or a hallucination, I did not care. I loved her, she was precious to me, and I could not hurt her even if she asked me to. I was boring, patrician, working my lips around each nipple and stopping periodically to massage her knocker with my tongue. While I worked, she rubbed her smooth slit against the shaft of my putz. It was so soft, already soaking wet from her arousal and making me dizzy with the Sweet aroma.

"Such a simpleton touch, yet it feels so good. To be so secretive to you, I feel like I'm going to conk in felicity,"she cooed.

As her motion became more aggressive and the gentle detrition became passionate attrition, I reached out and held onto her shapely ass with my hands. So delicate and yet so stiff, both full-of-the-moon and tight, she had the ass of a Brazilian model. All this stimulation, it was too much, I could find all the brawniness in my lower berth body tensing up from my approaching orgasm.

"I feel it, Marcus. I'm about to cum."

"Me too,"I murmured, wishing I could be inside her instead of just grinding against the entrance.

Gyrating her hips, the girl's movements increased until it actually felt like I had penetrated her. We finally came at the Same meter, me launching about a jibe drinking glass'worth of seed onto my tummy and fresh sheen of wetness coating the girl's womanhood. At the belief of ecstasy, I gave a deeply grunt and the girl gave a shrill and rather adorable whine before she collapsed on top me.

"We're so close, we can already bring each other happiness."

"Any chance we could assume it a stride further ?"I asked, placing my hands on the slope of her face and brushing aside her long crimson hair.

"No. Close as we are, we can not yet bond ourselves in that way. Only when we both live will we be able to create life for ourselves. Soon, we will be able to give each other and ourselves ageless euphoria. delay for me."

"But I don't know what I'm waiting for… And I don't know if I can wait much longer. Every day, my ability to stomach this painful sensation lessens. I'm losing my sense of tinge, my sight and hearing are failing, and my torso is wasting away because I can not hold food down. I just want to die. I just want it all to stop over. If I end it all, then I can spend infinity with you."

The little girl lowered her drumhead and kissed me, brushing aside my fear."We will spend all of eternity together, but wouldn't that eternity mean even to a greater extent if it also meant a lifetime ? Just hold, and I will turn this kingdom into promised land for you. Here, let me give you something, something to restrain you over until our day comes."

smiling, she moved down to my deflating humanity. Lowering her capitulum, she began licking up the semen I had ejaculated just a hour ago, humming in joy like it was chocolate syrup. Watching her lingua lap up my ejaculate, I felt my pecker re-harden, which she lovingly stroked with her hand.

After licking up every drib, she held her head just above my manhood, stroking it with her hired man and working out any softness."Now, let me bestow you happiness."

She then took the whole thing into her backtalk, swallowing it with simpleness and bringing her lips all the way down to the groundwork. At both the stack and impression of her sucking me off, I immediately had my second orgasm and snapshot a window pane of come down her throat. The missy quickly pulled her head back and coughed, but before I could justify, she smiled.

"Don't vexation, it's fine. Just try and bear back a little, let me savor this too. Besides, it's delicious,"she said coyly.

retention back ? Hell, that was easy, I doubt I had any spermatozoan left wing to publish, but with her hand stroking my cock and that athirst expression on her boldness, I couldn't turn a loss my erection if I wanted to.

Bringing her head back down, the girl resumed blowing me, but this time taking it slow. She started simply by running her clapper around the head, licking away any sperm that remained from my starting time or second gear orgasm. She then moved to the shaft, delivering long wide chimneysweeper, almost tracing each vein and sending thrill up my spine. After physically memorizing every detail of my cock, the girl again wrapped her sass around it completely, bringing her head down so the tip was crammed against the spinal column of her throat. Moving each fourth dimension with an upward modulation, she began bobbing her head with a steady rhythm, massaging my peter with her natural language and cheeks while her saliva dripped down into my lap.

As she worked, I watched with a grin and gently stroked her hair's-breadth and brushed my fingers against her cheeks, trying to communicate my gratitude without interrupting her. Through her campaign, I could experience my consistence working up the strength for one last climax. It would probably be a dry fire, but it would be no less powerful. Sucking on my pecker like it was the straw in a particularly thick milkshake, the girlfriend broke through the final exam threshold I needed and I finally came, spraying every last drop of seminal fluid I had into her back talk and on her face when she finally released it.

I laid my straits back, completely drained of both energy and cum. After swallowing all of my seed and cleaning it off her face, the girl sat on my lap and ran her finger's breadth through my hair."Name me, so that I may subsist solely for you, so that I may bring you happiness and allay your agony. Then when you regain the will to live, you will live solely for me, and this world will become nirvana for all the days of our lives."

She kissed me on the forehead, the look of her lip being the last sensation as I fell back to slumber.





Chapter 2



For the adjacent respective Clarence Shepard Day Jr., I tried thinking up names for the miss in my dreams, but none seemed to fit. Actually, it was like my creative thinker wouldn't accept and recognize what I picked to be her name. I would reckon up a public figure, and when I'd try to say it while imagining the girl and associating her with it, the figure would suddenly turn inaudible to me. I would hear that strait from my dreams, the muffling strait that always blocked out her name, even when I spoke it. I could finger my lips shaping the Son and my vocal cords shaking to create the sound, but I could never try it when I spoke it.

As always, my meetings with the daughter were much less calm and Platonic than that magical Nox. I would awaken up, we would talk a little, and sometimes I would be able-bodied to enwrap my arm around her and concord her for a few minutes, but it never advanced past times that.



I was standing in the boy's lavatory at school, muttering curses in battlefront of the urinal. I had been there for to a greater extent than five minutes and I needed to piss like a truck device driver, but I couldn't even split the seal.

"Goddammit, I don't need another health issue. Just piss already."

I finally groaned as the reserves were released, but as soon as I looked down into the urinal and saw the gloss red, I gritted my tooth and began to excite in frustration. After finishing my answer to nature's call, I walked over to the sink and leaned against it, trembling from straits to toe.

"SON OF A bitch !"I roared, punching the nearby wall and splitting my knuckles.

With my hand bleeding, I walked out of the john and back to class, where a math psychometric test was being taken. Returning to my desk, I began stuffing my affair into my bag, splattering blood from my hand and muttering curses.

"Marcus, is something incorrect ?"the teacher asked from her desk.

"I need to leave, I need to get to the hospital. It seems my kidneys are now failing."



I was with my parents in Dr. Turner's billet, who was looking over the results from my rake tests. With a sigh, she closed the folder.

"The good news is that the damage isn't permanent wave, at least at this level. The bad news show is that the kidney failure was caused by highly exuberant oral contraceptive use. We originally had you set at the maximum potential storey ; did you recall you could go even further without upshot ? Just the number of pain cause of death alone you're taking are enough to bolt down you, add in the anti-convulsion Master of Education, the blood thickeners, and everything else, and it's a miracle you're still alive."

"right field, so I should just get on my knees and thank God that I'm not drained yet, I should just be grateful that I get to restrain living each day with incessant torment and mind-tearing seizures,"I muttered, keeping my font downcast with my hood over my eyes.

My parents looked at each other in both restiveness and fear, wishing that there were something they could do.

"I'm afraid that you're going to have to set forth cutting down on your medication if you don't want to stay on urinating stock. You may even have to give up cold Turkey until your immunity wears off so that when you resume taking them, they'll be affective once again. If you keep going at those pills the way you have been, your kidneys will go completely unserviceable and you'll need a transplant, and considering your disease and your drug habits beyond oral contraceptive pill, no organ transplant citizens committee will let you so much as tone at a intelligent donor."

"Beyond pill ? Marcus, what is she talking about ?"my mom asked desperately.

"utmost week… I tried heroine. It was just once and it didn't study as well as I had hoped. I certainly don't feel any cravings for it."

"Marcus, are you crazy ? ! After everything you've been told about drugs and after all the clip we've warned you about their peril, you would fall back to using heroine ?"my dad exclaimed, Sir Thomas More overturn and desperate than angry at me.

"wellspring it's not like my life can get any unsound !"I yelled before getting up and storming out of the office.



In the weeks that passed, my parents tried to specify the amount of pills I took, but it was just as difficult for them as it was for me, because just by looking at me, they could state how badly I needed them. As expected, my pain in the ass increased, as well as the volume and absolute frequency of my gaining control. I stopped sleeping, unable to ever calm down myself down enough to relax. As January moved onto Feb, I finally gave in and leave office taking my meds, allowing my eubstance to work the chemical out of my organisation and lose its developed immunity.

I spent that hellish week at home in bed, howling at the top of my lungs while the endorsement ticked by with sadistic slowness. Without anything to even tone down the replete stimulation of all my pain in the neck receptors, my body was essentially ripping itself apart from the interior out. I couldn't even tell when I was having a seizure or not, it just all felt the same. Every second, I felt like my flesh was being shredded away by flaming chainsaws while twin prefrontal lobotomy were performed on my brain with jagged icicles.

My parents had to stay home from work to carry care of me, as I could not go to the bathroom or feed myself. They could do nix but sit by my bed and listen to me riot, always trying to imagine of a way to help me. They tried to prevail it, unable to ask my minuscule brother or older babe to bet after me without feeling any more guilt feelings than they already were. For solar day, my sense of sentence blurred. I was unable to tell dark from day, hot from cold, or dream from reality. When I was awake, I often hallucinated, and the only times I ever slept were when I finally managed to pass out from pain or debilitation, and even then, it never lasted longer than an hour.



Lying in bed, in the throws of a capture, I felt a deep clunk in my chest, as if my middle had just slammed against my ribcage. My sweat became clammy and I began to drop off my dominance over my tree branch. Barely capable to respire from the pain already surging through me, I felt a second mightily thud in my chest. I could sense my pulse, hear it pounding in my ears, and feel the loss of rhythm. My heart was struggling to keep licking, unable to birth the strain any farsighted. Neither of my parents was in the room and I couldn't prognosticate them, my lungs refusing to work.

‘ Is this it ? Will I finally die ?'

My heart at last stopped up, but instead of closing my eyes, I continued to stare upwards, watching as the cap of my chamber vanished to let out the eye of God, spinning overhead. My bed disappeared beneath me, my room following suit to reveal the vastness of space. I was so close to the supernal nexus that I could almost see the person clapper of fire in the typhoon surrounding the black hole pupil. The star occupied the intact horizon, as if slit world in half so that one side was the colored macrocosm and the other slope was the sea of nuclear fire. I was about a klick from the surface of the sinister pickle, which had shrunk down to the size of it of a ten-story building.

‘ So close… I'm so close…'I thought, desperately reaching out to be accepted into trust limbo.

The apparel I had been wearing were vaporized from my body, signaling my last standoff to the real public being severed. But answering my silent call, the girl from my hallucinations appeared, flying out of the lightlessness hole towards me, implements of war outstretched, tears in her eye. She slowed as she reached me, coming to a stop before gently embracing me and holding me close with our unclothed bodies pressed together.

"Marcus, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I know how much you're hurt, I know how much painfulness you are in,"she whimpered, crying with her face buried in the side of my neck.

She then looked up at me, her racy centre trembling."But it is not your metre to die yet, just a little longer. Please, darling, hold on just a footling longer, for me."

I tried to say her name, but once again, only the unclear noise was heard. In reply, the girl smiled and wiped away her teardrop. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she leaned forward and kissed me."I love you, Marcus. With all my heart, I love you. This is the most selfish affair I will ever ask of you, but please, live on ! Please, you must look just a little longer ! Go home, Marcus, it is time for you to go dwelling. You still have to name me, remember ?"

She then separated from me, pushing me away. The moment her hands touched my bureau, a single herculean heartbeat rocked me to my core, causing cracks of luminosity to flash across my vision as if reality itself was fracturing. I reached out to her, trying to call in her public figure while a second beat of my core sent more cracks through the fabric of space.

The young woman floated back towards the eye of God, tears rolling down her cheeks but a smile on her face."I love you,"she murmured.

A third pulse of my sum broke the cosmic visual sensation and I woke up, back in my bed with my arm raised, still trying to make contact with the saint. My heart had resumed drubbing, albeit slowly. While it surely would not cobbler's last, my pain had all but disappeared. Just as she had, I too began to cry, letting my arm drop and cover my face.

"I love you too."



Eventually, I was able to resume taking my medicinal drug, and it was hard for me not to eat up every birth control pill I could get my bridge player on. I'll admit, they certainly took the border off, but I had already made up my mind. I was done. I didn't know why the fille wanted me to wait, but I couldn't do it anymore. I just couldn't handgrip living any longer.



It was February vacation and a winter violent storm was howling exterior. The blizzard had been going for almost three 24-hour interval and tycoon had quickly been lost. The house was saturnine, the only visible radiation coming from the eerie Asa Gray halo passing through the Windows. My crime syndicate had gone to a friend's house to enjoy their electricity and track down water, while I had chosen to stay home. I wanted to be alone for this. I sat at my desk in my room with a spyglass of water and a pile of pills next to me. They were sleeping pills, painkillers, and everything else I had. I was slowly writing a suicide banker's bill, trying to use my best penmanship. I included the instructions for my funeral and how I wanted to be buried. I finally put down the pen. My paw were almost always trembling, but now they were finally steady.

"sayonara pain,"I said before I took a handful of anovulatory drug and swallowed them, followed by the remainders.

I then moved over to my bed and lied down, staring at the roof and contemplated my life while I waited for death to come. It really had been a worthless life. Maybe I would finally learn what rest was in death, but considering my fate, I would probably just end up vomiting the pills and surviving. In time, I could find my body becoming weighed down, my pain dulling, and my mind slowing down. I was almost there, so close. Closing my eyes, I whispered one terminal goodbye and apology.



I was hovering in front end of the black hole, still eating the star from the inside out. The black hole itself was now only about the size of a toolshed. The whole mass looked less like an eye now and more like gargantuan whirlpool, with a holographical black orb in the center, hiding the true heart of the quantum uniqueness. I was a century invertebrate foot away from the surface of the total darkness cakehole and the girl from my dreaming was hovering in forepart of me. The two of us were naked, and while she was smiling, her smile was sad and there were tears running down her fount.

"So, you couldn't wait. I hold nothing against you for it ; it's out of the question that anyone could even hold out half as long as you did. I'm so lofty of you, Marcus. Your will is unparalleled."

"What's going on ?"I asked as she and I were pulled closer and closer to the star-eating black hole.

"We are moving onwards into timeless existence. It's a ignominy, it was my dream for us to live our lives happily and together, but as long as we have each other in this eonian realm, I have no complaints."

"Wait, what do you mean ?"

I reached out and tried to grab her hand, even though she was well out of reach.

"I wanted to live my lifetime with you, to be solely for you, and to die with you. I wanted to see the earth before coming here, to see everything before returning to nothing. It's pointless now, you made your choice, one that I fully understand and love you for. seminal fluid to me, Marcus, and let us return to the germ together. Let us go one within the end of all reason."

I began shouting her name, but as always, I heard zero but that indescribable noise. I had not been able to find out her lawful name, so this moniker was all I could use. I cursed as the girl slowly made inter-group communication with the surface of the black pickle, resting upon it like she was sunbathing on a bowlder. After only a sec, I was forced to observe in horror as she slowly began to be absorbed into it, sinking beneath its surface like it was made of tar. I followed soon after, desperately trying to lend myself to a blockage but unable to campaign the gravitational twist. I collided with the ignominious screen, feeling no painfulness in the encroachment even with it being quite whole. I tried to labour myself off, to fight gravity, but with the tenuous exertion, the surface beneath my hands gave way and I began to be sucked in. Simply acting on instinct, I took a thick breath before my head was pulled in. The female child was in battlefront of me, just out of grasp, hovering in a vast spin out torrent of vivid violet luminousness, a vortex leading onwards into infinity.

As my miserable body was slowly absorbed into Shirley Temple Black hole with me, the fille looked me and smiled."Your dream was to live on happily with the one you loved, so that too became my ambition. Your wish was to find your somebody mate and be happy for the rest of your life, so I sought to grant you that regard. Do not be afraid, we can still be together forever."

My eye widened and I fearfully gasped as her body slowly began to dematerialize, breaking up cell by cell. Looking down, I realized that I too was falling apart, my chassis and blood literally being shed from my physical form, but without any infliction or sensation.

"If I had waited, what would you have been ?"I shouted desperately as I finally entered the maelstrom fully.

With her pegleg and much of her body gone, she opened her eyes and smiled at me."Whatever you wanted me to be."

From her discussion, a blinding epiphany flashed in my mind, I now understood, and I had regained something I thought I had lost. I reached out to her while the flesh painlessly melted off my fingers."Tell me, what was your regard ? !"

"To live and be well-chosen with you,"she murmured, as the top of her head and her will arm began to disappear.

"That was my wishing too, so I'm going to grant it ! I want to dwell my sprightliness and be happy, and I refuse to do either of them without you ! I change my nous, I want to hold up, and I want to live my life with you !"

I then called out her name, her true gens, finally able to hear it. At the strait, the girl's one remaining eye bolted open, and the twisting vortex of reddish blue Inner Light began to churn violently. I shouted her gens again and reached out with everything I had and grasped what was left of her hired man with what was left of my own. As soon as she and I touched, our trunk were fully reformed.

"Marcus,"she gasped.

I said her name in restitution, making her grin warmly and blush.

Holding onto her tightly, I looked back at the surface of the black kettle of fish. It was so close and yet so far, like fresh air to a drowning man. Pulling the girl with me, I reached up with all the long suit in my body and soul, not caring if my muscles tore and my bones snapped in the outgrowth. Just as I thought I was about to fail, my fingers broke through the surface and I grabbed on, feeling the exterior become heavy beneath my grip. Roaring in despair, I pulled the two of us back up and the dark hole released us with a geyser of violet energy shooting out like a volcanic eruption. The young woman and I were thrown out into the cosmos, clutching each other for dear life.

"So can we live our liveliness together and be happy ?"she murmured with her nerve buried in the side of my neck.

I smiled and held her tightlipped."Yes, we can subsist and be happy. We'll be together always, Angel, my Angel."



My optic opened and I immediately turned my headland and threw up, emptying the contents of my stomach onto my bedchamber base. The majority of the anovulatory drug were still inviolate, letting me go by the skin of my teeth, but enough had been absorbed and dissolved into my bloodstream to leave me feeling sick and dizzy. Gasping for air and shaking Thomas More than ever in my spirit, I spat out the last of the vomit and wiped my face. I had tried to kill myself and lived, but that dream, had I really chosen to endure or did I just discombobulate up as a rude innate reflex ?

As I lied back and stared up at the ceiling, I realized that I was not the only one in that bed. Looking over, my eyes widened as they fell upon the unconscious mind Angel. She was right beside me, covered in blood and some sort of other liquidity, but… she was there. I knew that this was different than all of the other times I had woken up future to her. The way she was weighing down on the mattress, the way the blood line on her tegument was staining my tack, just the way she looked… she was real, she was completely literal. This wasn't a hallucination.

My initial shock was replaced by fear, realizing as if for the start time that she was covered in blood. I reached out and iron out my finger's breadth against holy man's neck, checking her heart rate and finding a strong and unbendable heartbeat. Moving as quickly as my chemically-shocked body would reserve, I dashed out of my way and over to the bathroom, grabbing all the towels I could and coming back. Climbing back onto the bed, I rubbed her down with the towels and wiped away the blood and the other mysterious fluid that covered her. I looked desperately for any cuts or signboard of injury, but I found nada. She was completely unharmed.

After again checking her pulse, I stopped and just stared at her, completely memorized. holy man, the light of my life and the girl of my ambition was literally veracious here in front of me. How had this happened ? How could a human being just suddenly materialize out of fragile air ? My motion were interrupted by the noticing of a foul odor in the room. Oh yeah… I had vomited on the floor.

I smiled and looked down at backer, gently pulling the blanket over her naked bod. Real or not, I couldn't let her wake up to such a wad. While I waited for her to pull in consciousness, I cleaned up the vomit and sprayed the stained carpeting with every chemical I could get my script on to remove the olfactory modality. The rustle of blanket could be heard as I was returning from dumping the towels in the laundry elbow room. She was starting to awaken. More nervous than ever in my life-time, I sat down on the bed and wrapped my deal around hers. Her eyelids slowly rose, showing her two beautiful blues.

"Hey,"I said softly with a small grin.

She gave a small hum and a spirit of repose, as if waking up from a much-needed sleep."Hi."

A hurly burly ran through me at the sound of her voice.

"Do you remember anything ?"

She closed her eyes and was silent for several moments and a expression of worry crossed her font."I don't know."

After everything I had seen, this did surprise me a piffling. Ok, so the state of affairs was 99 % perfect…

"Are you sure ?"

She was silent for a few Thomas More consequence."postponement, I remember… my figure. My name is angel, I think."

I smiled at her recognition. She was real.

"Who are you ? Where am I ?"

"My public figure is Marcus, and don't worry, you're safe. You're in my home. I found you outside, crying for help."

What was I supposed to assure her, that she had somehow materialized out of thin air because I dreamt her up ?

"Now, how do you feel ? You don't look hurt."

"I feel delicately, just tired. Thank you for saving me. I can tell that you are truly kind just by touching you."

With a sugary dessert grin on her lips, she clutched my hand tightly. I could feel my face becoming red in overplus. sanctum shit, she really was an angel.

"Are you thirsty ?"

She nodded.

"Alright, I'll get you something to eat."

As I stood and turned away from her, I could hear her try to get up.

"Did you peel me ?"

I turned around and saw her holding the blanket over her chest.

"No, I found you that way. Don't worry, I didn't tactual sensation you or anything. Your safety was the only opinion on my mind."

"Do you assure ?"

"Yes,"I said with my voice raspy.

Several second gear passed where the fille stared into my eye, and I stared into hers. Finally, she smiled."I believe you."

She stood up and I quickly stopped her."You need to rest."

"Please don't leave me."

I gave a small but warm grinning."Very well, whatever makes you happy."‘ She's in completely new surroundings, so she is trying to find something familiar, or at least something that makes her feel safe and happy. I was the initiatory matter she saw when she opened her heart, and she wants to stick close to whatever seems even remotely familiar, even if we only met a arcminute ago. She needs something to cling to.'

With the blanket and my arm wrapped around her, we made our way to the kitchen with me holding her up. After her experience, I didn't want to risk her not being able to support her own weight.

"Is soup ok ?"

"Yes please."

She was starting to finger better ; I could see her relaxing with the site. I filled a pot with one of the large jugs of water my family had saved for the loss of power and put it on the kitchen stove. While it did command a couple to even off for the loss of the electric car start, I was capable to get it going without trouble. With the piddle heating up, I turned to Angel, sitting on one of the stools at the island table. She had a pocket-sized smile and it was reflected on me.

"You don't remember anything… but you know what soup is ?"

A look of confusion crossed her facial expression."I didn't even notice."

"Its obvious you have some form of blackout, but I'm not surprised you remember non-personal stuff. It means that there are some affair that your mind still remembers."‘ Maybe she isn't retaining those memory, maybe those memories have been put in her mind.'

I looked around the kitchen."Try to identify as many matter as you can. The genial stimulation might bring some memories back."

She began looking around the kitchen and naming everything she saw, but still no retention appeared in her head. With the water in the pot soon bubbling, I poured in the feeling packet and brick of noodles, and stirred, waiting until it could be served. Ah ramen, the perfect comfort food.

"When the baron comeback, we should probably ring an ambulance for you. Plus maybe they can aid you regain your computer storage,"I said as I passed her the steaming bowl.

"Marcus, maybe I shouldn't remember."

Having turned off the range, I looked back, seeing that her smile was replaced with a look of sadness.

"You found me stumbling through the blow and coated in pedigree. Maybe it would be best if I don't remember."

Pained by the exit of her smile, I placed my hand on her impudence. Her peel was so diffused and smooth that I wanted to osculate her rectify then and there.

"Don't worry. If you feel that you don't want to recall, we won't talk about it."

She held onto my hand, brushing it against her cheek like a cat seeking affection.

‘ No two strangers can get along this well in to a lesser extent than ten minutes. She really is Angel.'

The lights came on and a beep rang out from the smoke detectors and ruined the moment. I checked the phone but there was no dial quality. The earphone lines must have been More heavily damaged than the power lines.

I turned my tending back to Angel."Ok, eat your soup and I'll start a tub for you. I wasn't able-bodied to completely cleanse you off."



I sat future to the bath, watching as it was filled with hot water while holding my hand beneath the pelter to make sure it was the rightfulness temperature. While I waited, Angel walked around the household, exploring her environment and simply trying to stimulate her mind. With the two of us separated, I now had a moment to truly think. This girl, she had somehow come out of nowhere, this figment of my imagination becoming a real person. Either some sort of unexplainable miracle had just taken piazza or my hallucinations had now reached a unharmed new level of depth… or maybe I really had died and this was heaven.

Either way, it would be strong explaining her to my parents, and no matter what I said or did, the police would probably end up getting involved. Either I would bind to my lie and retain saying that she just appeared naked at the door asking for help, or via media and say I just woke up with her next to me and had no idea how she got into my firm. For all I knew, she could own been a burglar or richly on PCP. Whichever path I took, it would be unmanageable, but as long as I had Angel Falls, it would be worth it.

"Angel, the bathroom is make !"

When no reply came, I stood up and strained my ears. Had she fallen back to slumber, had she even passed out ? Shaken by that fear, I scoured the theatre and found in her my room. She was standing over my desk, still wrapped in her mantle with her articulatio humeri trembling and my self-annihilation note in her hand, now dotted with her tears.

"Angel…"

She turned to me with liquified pearls rolling down her impudence."Marcus, you were going to kill yourself ?"

I slowly reached out and took the suicide bank note from her, proceeding then to crumple it up and stuff it in my pocket."I was. Listen, the bath is set, we'll talk after you get cleaned up,"I replied, ineffectual to meet her teary gaze.

I put my arm around her and guided her to the lavatory, where the tub was waiting with cloud of steam wafting up.

"All right, I'll be downstairs if you need me. Just holler if you want me to get you anything."

"Marcus, postponement. Don't leave me."

"wellspring I shouldn't be here while you—"

She let go of the blanket, letting it fall to the floor around her ankle. I had lost track of how many times I had seen her nude body, but now with her standing before me in the figure, she had never looked more beautiful.

"You've already seen me like this, it's ok for you to be here. Besides, I want to celebrate talking to you."

She stepped into the tub and settled down, letting the last of the dry rakehell and other liquid wash off her body and give her unclothed form a beautiful shine. She purred in happiness as she submerged herself in the hot pee, letting her whole consistency soak before she brought her head back up and laid back, with her retentive flushed pilus listing and twirling around her consistence like seaweed around a mermaid. Seeing her breast floating on the surface with wave after waving gently lapping at her touchy flesh was firing up hormones inside of me that I never even knew I had.

"Marcus, please differentiate me… why did you try to kill yourself ?"

"I thought you read the note."

"I want to hear it from you,"she whispered desperately.

I sat down on the edge of the tub and was silent for several moment."There are people all over the world who suffer worse than I do : infants dying of starvation, fry used as sex hard worker, grownup forced to watch as their families suffer with nothing over their heads but the roof of their hut. I admit, even my life could be far spoiled than it is now, but there is a key difference of opinion between those people and me : they are up to of being happy. They have the will to live and the ability to smile. Me… there is cipher in this world that can get me joy, I am physically unequal to of being happy.

For most of my life, I have not known what happiness tone like. Even as a tike, I could never hamper with others and I always felt out of position in the world, like I was ill-sorted with this reality. My real low began eight year ago, when I was constantly teased and ridiculed by those around me for no reason. I was simply picked at random to be used as a punching bag. I was tormented for years on end, but the ace who brought me so very much pain never got the punishment they deserved. In order of magnitude to"leave me a reprieve from my torture ”, I was transferred to a shoal for perturb kids. That place was inferno, with the screams of the mentally commove echoing down the hall. It was like being in an insane insane asylum but with homework. I lost a year there while my teaser still faced no punishment. For a year, my mind rotted, up to the point where I even began to hallucinate.

I was desperate for a cure to my anguish, something that would make this foiling and constant quantity torment worth it. I decided that the only thing that could possibly bring me serenity is love… or death. So I searched for love, for my mortal mate, trying to find the one little girl who could take away my pain in the neck, for even when I was just a kid, my fondness ached. My loneliness, depression, and ire poisoned me. convulse in hundred of minute of forced head-shrinker sessions and prescription anti-depressants that didn't do jack-shit, and my life lost its light.

What I'm about to tell you is something that I have not told anyone. I was so desperate for relief that I even took a blade to my own chassis. It was not a suicide effort, but I was hoping that I could scrub out my internal hurting with outer pain."

I showed her the scars on my arm and Angel placed her hand on the faded crinkle and gave me a flavour of mysterious sympathy.

"No affair what, I could not find a human that could be my salvation, so in my sorrow, I developed a inscrutable hatred for humanity. I'm disgusted by my mintage and I wish that humans would just all die out. I've even given up on finding a psyche Ilex paraguariensis because every little girl I met was just too heavily tainted by the world to do anything other than nauseate me and activate my loathing. But with my desolation still plaguing me, I knew that my woe would continue. With my psyche filled with chaos and the world always stuffing my lip with the taste of ash, I decided that death's sweet embracement was the only when thing that could bring me peace. The only cause why I didn't kill myself then was because I did not want to put my home through the pain and grief,

Then… a distich months ago… I collapsed into a seizure. I was in more pain sensation than I thought possible, all of it coming out of the blue. I found out that my brainiac is riddled with tumor, focused mostly on my brain stem and limbic system. All these years, my limbic system of rules was basically being smothered by useless tissue, leaving it incapable of producing chemicals like serotonin and other compounds needed in Order for the brain to sense the emotion happiness. No wonder I had always been deplorable ; I was basically a car running without oil.

The other tumors, the tumor on my brain stem, had finally grown big enough to interfere with my neural system, causing replete consistence steel stimulation of pain receptors. For every second of every day since then, I've been in indescribable agony, constantly downing painkillers and fearing of my numerous daily ictus. In short, I've been suffering since I was born, and it just keeps getting worse and spoiled as I grow older."

Turning around in the tub and moving over to me, saint placed her wet hands on my cheeks and pressed her forehead against mine. Her pinch, her tending loving tinge, essentially made me melt in happiness. Yes, happiness, only with her did I finally know what it felt like.

"Marcus, I am so sorry."

"Don't be, you saved my life."

holy man stared at in surprise.

"I was half drained from a pill overdose when I heard you slamming on the door. My body kick-started and I threw up the tablet. I would be all in if it weren't for you."

"But I thought you wanted to die ?"

"When I found you, I found the will to live. While I was waiting for you to wake up, I was eager to conform to you and hear your interpreter, to see you smile. As long as you need me, as long as you need aid in this macrocosm, I will be there for you. I refuse to die as long as there is something I can do to make you happy."

Crying now with rip of joy, angel wrapped her arms tightly around my cervix."Then if staying with me will make you happy and keep you active, I will never leave you. You saved my life story, so I will save yours and ride out with you forever."

Her words brought a undulation of emotions through me, so intense that I was practically shaking. With no one else on the planet could I have bonded so well, not in a century, let alone a I time of day. This little girl, this true Angel Falls, we had been in love yearner than she knew and her feelings were pouring out, even with her memories having yet to refund. Once her memories fully came back and she remembered the life we shared before her physical arriver, our animation would become paradise.

We stayed in that john for as long as the weewee was hot. I told her about my family and recanted some pleasant retentiveness, and while she listened and scrubbed herself with a bar a soap, I even shampooed her whisker. Eventually, her casual yawning began to acquire in absolute frequency and I could tell she was feeling sleepy.

"Come on, you should get some rest."

I grabbed a towel and the two of us stood up. Just as saint was about to ill-treat out of the tub, she slipped and landed in my weapon system. Holding her wet naked form pressed against me, I felt my manhood become so erect that I almost thought it would pop. I just had to hope that Angel would not notice the bulge in my pants. With the towel wrapped around her, I brought her into the client bedroom and left to get her some clothes. My sister Emily was the same size as angel, so her clothes would fit. Giving a suspire, I closed my center and looked away while I opened my baby's underwear drawer. Shuddering from the shear sum of money of wrongness, I grabbed the beginning pair of panties my deal touched and quickly wrapped them in a tee shirt.

With a duad of effort drawers, scanty, and an undershirt and blouse, I walked back to the guestroom and stood in the doorway, watching as Angel dried herself with the towel. It was not a physical arousal I was feeling, but an aroused one. I wanted to make love with her, not sex, not the act performed by porn star topology and wino teens. I felt a physical attraction to her, but it was an worked up one that was far more powerful. I walked in and handed her the apparel and she got dressed, keep open for the blouse. With a smile in the back of my mind, I regretted seeing her clothed. She lied down in the bed and I wrapped her in the blankets.

"Just try and get some relaxation. I'll be downstairs if you need me."

"Do you promise that I'll wake up and still be here, and you'll still be with me ?"

I leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead."Of course."

I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. On the island table, hidden behind a box of cereal, was my bottle of pain meds. A tingle ran down my prickle as I realized something. There was no painful sensation. The whole time I had been with Angel, I had been feeling no infliction, just like whenever I dreamed about her. I pulled the self-destruction short letter out from my pocket and stared at it, my eyes fixed on the tear that she had left when she read it.

"I don't find any pain…"

I walked into the living room and grabbed the ignitor above the fireplace. Igniting the lowly butane common mullein, I held the flame under the suicide banker's bill and then tossed it onto the bed of cold ash tree, letting the flaming destroy was could have been.

"I'm not for certain I believe in God, I honestly don't know what to believe after this miracle, but I do cerebrate that fate has brought you to me, holy man. You took my pain away."

For the next three time of day, I simply sat in the easy chair in the living elbow room, thinking about my future and the life I would hold up with Angel. As fantasy after illusion passed through my mind, I heard the breast doorway undefended, signaling the yield of my family. My sister, younger comrade, and parents stepped inside.

"Marcus, you really call for to originate getting out of the family. You need to pass sentence with people,"my mom nagged.

"I have,"I muttered under my breathing spell as I stood up and walked over, carefully choosing my words.

This was going to be difficult.

"There is something I need to tell you…"

"What ?"my dad asked.

"I haven't been alone. A girl showed up at the backdoor, naked and covered in stemma. She's alive, I managed to save her before she froze to death, but says she can't remember anything."

"Marcus, that is messed up, even for a joke,"my brother said squeamishly.

"She's upstairs, sleeping in the guestroom. Sorry sis, but I had to generate her some of your clothes."

Finally my kin was convinced that I was telling the truth.

"Marcus, is there really a girl here ? Is what you're saying true ?"my mom asked nervously.

"Either that or I've finally snapped and I just hallucinated the utmost four hours."

"Well have you called her an ambulance ? The power is on,"my sister asked.

"The phone pipeline are still down and you know I don't have a cell phone. I've been waiting for you to get along back so that we can drive her to the hospital. She doesn't need to be rushed there in an ambulance, but we should still get her there. Want me to wake her up ?"

"Sure,"my dad said, rubbing his os frontale as he tried to process the sudden information,"get her down here."

I walked upstairs, taking deep breaths and trying to calm myself from the conversation only moments prior. I approached the guestroom and stood in the doorway. Angel seamed to be shrouded in a embryonic membrane of light through my eyes, but I knew she was really there. I silently walked towards the bed and crouched down. I placed one hand on Angel's forehead and my other on her hand.

"Angel ?"I whispered.

She opened her beautiful eyes and hummed a reply.

"Sorry to awake you, but we need to get you to a hospital. We need to get you checked out to make sure that you are really all right."

"You'll come with me, right ?"

I moved my hand to her brass."Of course."

She stepped out of the bed and I immediately realized that I couldn't show her to my family unit, not in her current state.

"Here, put this on,"I said, holding up the blouse I had taken from my sister's room.

"What ? Why ?"

Unable to crush my grin, I pointed at her chest, where atop the colossal mountains that were her tit, her tit were poking through the slender fabric of the undershirt like fingertips.

"I don't want you accidently poking one of their eyes out."

Blushing in embarrassment, Angel covered her chest of drawers with her blazonry and turned away."You pervert !"she giggled.

Following my advice, she put on the blouse and buttoned it up, but the problem still was not completely solved. Unlike the armoured combat vehicle top she was wearing underneath, the cloth of the blouse did not stretch. It merely clung and constricted when the wearer's proportions weren't… fitting. Suffice to say, the prat of the blouse barely came down to her belly push button, and the buttons were silently screaming as they struggled to hold in saint's breasts. This time, I made no endeavor to suppress my laughter, to which backer playfully smacked me.

Once I was done laughing, I looked into her eyes."prepare ?"

She nodded and took my arm. Walking out into the hall, I could find out my parents and sib talking downstairs. They were all certain I was either hallucinating or just playing a hard-nosed joke. My Brother actually said that I had found a blow-up doll out in the storm and was just using it as a gag prop. I certainly didn't charge them for not believing me ; I still barely believed it. However, when they all heard the sound of two pairs of footfall on the stairs, all dubiousness were erased. Eyes widened and pant were suppressed as Angel Falls came into scene, cute as a push with a blush of jumpiness and her arms wrapped tightly around mine.

"Everyone, this is Angel. holy person, this is my kinfolk. That's my sister Emily, my brother Phil, my mom Laura, and my dad Alex."

Everyone stared at her with shock. Not only was it strange just to finally take on her, but also her beauty was unbelievable. Shocked virtually of all was Emily, not only by angel's macrocosm, but by her… appearance. She certainly couldn't commemorate any of her blouses clinging to her like that, and she had to fight the urge to reckon down at her own chest for a scurvy comparison.

"So our son saved you ?"my dad asked in amazement.

"Yes, though I don't remember ever being exterior or anything before. I just woke up with Marcus holding my hand, and even without my memories, I knew I was safe."

Her nervous murmur melted the hearts of everyone in the room.

"Emily, can Angel barrow your coat ?"

She jerked as if awoken from a trance and quickly pulled off her jacket and handed it to me. I put it around saint and held her conclude.

I turned to my parents."All right hand, let's go to the hospital."

With Angel using a pair of my baby's brake shoe, my parents and I brought her outside and we got into the car. I sat in the backrest with her, keeping my arm around her at all times. The drive into the city was unsounded as the sky darkened with its common wintertime speed, and as we maneuvered through the snow-caked metropolis, Angel stared out the window with full oculus, hoping the scenery would trigger some dormant memory. I didn't say anything about it, not just because my parents were in the car with us, but because I knew there weren't any memories for her to recover.

As expected, the exigency elbow room was almost completely filled with people, the majority of them having suffered from car accident or former injuries brought on by the extreme weather. While my parents dealt with the paperwork at the straw man desk, I sat with saint. As before, I had my arm around her to comfort her, and she had her head on my shoulder. I'm not sure how long we waited, if my parents had written a possible rapine in the paperwork and it sped up the process, or how many people we saw entering or leaving the ER, but we were all relieved when a nurse finally came up to us.

"Clive ?"she asked. I nodded and the nanny turned to Angel Falls."Please come with me."

We all got up and followed the nurse. Unlike the people who were just getting plaster cast for broken clappers and stitches for enceinte cuts, we were all brought into a hospital room like the one I had woken up in after my first seizure.

"Just wait in here and the doctor will be rectify with you in a minute,"said the nursemaid before walking away.

Angel and I sat on the infirmary bed, while my parents sat in two chairman. They didn't take their eyes off of us for a bit.

After a few transactions, a medico walked in."how-do-you-do, I'm Dr. Phil Anderson. Due to the nature of your visit, the police have been contacted and we've been asked to execute sealed test, including a rape kit. This will be an nightlong visit. I suggest one of you stays, simply to keep her well-off and to answer any questions that she can't. Now, could you delight throw me a detail recant of everything that has happened ?"

devising trusted I avoided any deviations in the story, I retold the lie that Angel and my family had heard : I had found holy man at the back door, naked, covered in blood, and crying for help. I pulled her inside, managed to warm her up, cleaned her off, and let her engage a bath. That was all there was to it.

"If that is everything, then I shall go and tell the detectives outside everything you have told me, then we can embark on with communications protocol. I'll send in a nurse to bring you a hospital gown."

Once the doctor left, I turned to my parents."Mom, dad, you two can go back home. I think I'll halt here with Angel tonight."

"But Marcus…"

I held backer close."Mom, please."

"Son, can we talk to you outside ?"my dad asked, but it was to a greater extent of a demand than a petition.

My parents and I stepped out into the hall.

"Are you sure you want to do this ?"my mom asked."I really think it would just be best if we tried to limit our involvement with her. With everything that is going on… with you… we should try and prevent promote complications. You saved her, you protected her, and you did everything rightfulness, but we're all stranger and it's fourth dimension to let the commonwealth do its job."

"Mom, dad… she needs me… and I need her."

"Marcus we should really—"

"I haven't been in any pain in the neck since I met her."

My parents became silent.

"Ever since I found her, I haven't had to take a single oral contraceptive pill or experienced a exclusive gaining control. I don't know why, I don't know how, but it's like my cancer has vanished. When I'm with her… I feel glad, happier than I've ever been, even before I was ghastly. I didn't just save her, she saved me, and I can't abandon her to return to my agonizing excuse for a liveliness. I'm staying with her."



Still not liking my decision, my parents accepted it and left. They would make out back the next day. Over the course of the night, Angel changed into a hospital gown and underwent several examination. We learned everything from her age to her ancestry type. She was both the Lapp age and bloodline type as I was, augmenting my intellection about her occult universe. During the rape kit examination, I stayed beside her and held her hand, never leaving her side. By the time all the tryout were done, it was yesteryear midnight and angel and I were in her room, mentally exhausted. The majority of the test results would be given tomorrow.

I stood by the doorway and turned off the light."All right, Angel, you should get some sleep."

"Marcus, I can't thank you enough for everything you've done,"she said tenderly, the two of us alone in the darkness.

"You'll never need to."

I walked over to the chairperson beside her bed, preparing myself for the uncomfortable Night's sleep, but before I could reach it, I felt her paw clasp mine. She sat up and leaning against me, her interpreter a crystalline whispering."After everything you've done, I can't let you spend the night sitting in that chair. Here, the bed is heavy enough for the both of us. Besides, I want you close to me."

"Angel,"I said softly, stroking her prospicient crimson hair and thanking every immortal I could think of for allowing me to be with her.

Happier than ever in my biography, I discarded my crown and shoes and climbed into the bed. I lied down future to her and held her as nigh as I could with her back pressed against my dresser and the blanket around us sealing in the warmth of each other's bodies. I held her so close that we could experience each early's heartbeats.

"Angel, I promise that I will watch over you forever."

She rolled over so that we were facing each other and I kissed her on the forehead.

"Thank you, Marcus, and I'll watch over you too,"she whispered, placing her script on my chest.



Angel and I were eating breakfast in bed and talking.

"I'll go call my parents, then we can head home."

"place ?"

I smiled."Well, you'll need to rest somewhere."

Leaving the room, I found a payphone and called my parents, asking for them to pick us up. My mom sighed when I used the Christian Bible"us ”. As I rounded the corner on my way back to Angel's room, I saw Dr. Anderson and two detectives by the door. They were both men, late 1940s with peppery curtly hair.

"Oh inferno no,"I growled.

I stormed over and put my script on the threshold before the Doctor of the Church could open it."Excuse me, what is going on here ?"I demanded.

"Relax, son, we're just here to ask her some doubt. I'm Detective Francis, this is my partner Detective Baum,"one of the detectives said with a pen and humble notepad in his hand.

"She and I have already told our story a dozen meter, there is cypher left hand to say. I heard her crying for helper at my back door, I found her au naturel and passed out with stock all over her body, and I brought her inside. I didn't see anything international, I didn't notice anything unusual, and I have never seen her until now. She can't do any of your questions ; she doesn't remember anything other than her name, and we aren't even sure if that really is her name. Now I heard the results from the exam. Her assault kit showed no signs of violation, there were no drugs in her system, and she didn't have any injuries. There is nothing else I can tell you."

"Well there are two test effect that you haven't heard. We found shadow of the pedigree on her, as well as a sure former fluid. It was mostly scrubbed away in that tub you gave her, but we found small amounts all over her. It is impossible to get a couple on the line of descent because it is devoid of white bloodline cells, which are the exclusively prison cell in bloodline that contain DNA. We also found amniotic fluid,"said Dr. Anderson.

"So what are you saying ?"

"The origin on her had to give birth been treated to birth the white blood cells removed, and unless she was just born yesterday from a giant cloned uterus in a lab somewhere, there is no explanation for why she would be covered in afterbirth."

"We're hoping that by telling her this, it will jog her memory,"Detective Baum stated.

"All right, but I want to be in there with her."

"Actually, how about you and I wait out here, have a fiddling talk of the town between men,"Detective Francis grunted.

It was not a suggestion. I could finger the blood boiling in my veins with the desire to stick out by saint and protect her, but this was out of my control.

"Very well."

While Philip Warren Anderson and Lyman Frank Brown stepped inside Angel's way to try one go clip to jog her store, tec Francis and I stood out in the Hall face to face.

"So I've heard from the faculty that while you two have been here, you and Angel have been quite tea cozy with each other. The two of you are complete strangers, but no one has seen you separated for more than a minute and you two slept in her hospital bed. The horniest teenager on the planet couldn't get that close in a individual night when one of them only knows her name."

"I'm notification you the truth, I've never seen her before. The relationship we have ( I use that countersign carefully due to clock time constraints ) is wide-eyed : I want to protect her and she feels safe and comfortable around me. Yes, we get along really well, amazingly well even, but yesterday was the world-class time we met."

"So when we get the frank to search your property for any olfactory property trail, we won't find something storm or contradicting to your history ?"

"Disregarding the fact that it snowed all dark and anything that your tracking dogs could accept found is long gone, no, you won't find anything."

"Well until this matter is taken care of, she'll be put up in a public tax shelter. You don't need to vex about it anymore."

"I'm not going to let you shoot her away. You can do your investigation, but I'll exact this court if she isn't released into my custody. She needs me."

"If she's put in your custody, then she's your responsibility. If something bad happens, then it's your fault."

"That's all that I ask."

The door was opened and Dr. Anderson and Detective Baum stepped outside."No luck, she remembers nothing."

"We'll be at your belongings later today to set about the search. Thank you for your patience,"Francis said dryly before he, his collaborator, and the doctor walked off.

I stepped into the hospital room, seeing Angel sitting on the bed with a shaken feeling on her expression. blood devoid of DNA and amniotic fluid… so she hadn't just materialized in my bed, she had actually been born. I walked over and wrapped my hired hand around hers."Don't worry, I'm not going to let them separate us, I promise."



As my parents signed the temporary custody papers, saint and I sat in the car, just enjoying being finish to each other. I could enjoin that she was felicitous about having a home to go to. We both knew that eventually she would become a permanent member of the family unit, even after the constabulary had performed their investigation.


"I don't have to stay, do I ? If I have to do in my time, I'd rather it not be in the freeze coldness,"I said dryly to the police.

I was standing with a squad of bull at the edge of the Ellen Price Wood behind my sign of the zodiac. The dense forest went for miles and it was the alone direction angel could have come from if she was found at the back door. Without even looking, I could sense her watching us from the windows.

"We need to pee sure that you aren't lying and maybe destroyed some evidence,"one cop said with a sleuthhound next to him.

"flavour around, Mother Nature destroyed your evidence. A behemoth truck could have rolled through here and you wouldn't know it."

One of the cops pulled out one of the towels I had used to clean off angel when she was in my bed. He held it up to the bloodhounds and the dogs immediately seemed confused as they sniffed the primer coat, unable to pick up the slightest olfactory property other than the svelte trace Angel left at the home when returning from the hospital. I certainly didn't expect them to see any traces of her, and I had to hide my stand-in when they finally gave up.

"feel free to research the domain, but if you need me, I'll be with someone who needs me more."



Angel and I stood in the guestroom. It was the betimes afternoon and the sign was hollow. My dad was at study, my brother was at a friend's house, and my mom and sister were out shopping for clothes for holy person to jade while she stayed with us. The cops had quickly left, unable to get any evidence to sustain or traverse my story, but they would eventually come up back.

"Now this is your room."

I looked at angel and could tell that she was tired. I placed my mitt on her berm."You should get some rest ; you had a long night and woke up early."

A small smile crossed her face."I am tired, but I slept so well live on Night. I think it's because you were with me. Will you outride with me again ?"

"Of form,"I whispered, feeling like I was finally on the right itinerary.

With the spectre drawn to maintain the way dark, we both climbed into the bed and I put my arm around her. Underneath the blankets, our bodies pressed together like two puzzle pieces, I felt so affectionate and prosperous that my eyelids suddenly weighed as a lot a pair of dumbbells.

"Marcus ?"Angel murmured.

I could only hum in reply.

"I think I remember something."

My center bolted assailable."What is it ?"

"I was supposed to meet someone, I was supposed to meet him and bring him happiness, just like the happiness he would take me. I can't remember who it was, but I think… I think that person is you. I think we were supposed to foregather and get this populace paradise."

She tightened her grip on my arm, clutching it against her chest of drawers like it was a line of life. I knew that it was pointless to say anything ; she had already fallen asleep. There was nothing to do but conjoin her.



I woke up a twosome hours later, my body feeling like it weighed a thousand dog pound simply from how cozy that bed was. We had separated during the nap, there was about a foot and a half of space between us, and we were on our sides facing each other. I felt a tingle front crawl up my vertebral column, realizing that angel was in the claim same position as when I would waken up to see her as a dreaming. I looked upon her beautiful aspect, unable to imprint a individual opinion. Slowly, her eyelids opened, and her blue optic held a syncope lambency. Her face was stoic, but her oculus were filled with sexual love, inviting me to do finisher. I felt a pulse of warmth crawl throughout my body as a light seemed to shine in my mind. This was the moment I had been waiting my unscathed life for.

She closed her centre and rolled onto her back and I slowly moved over to her. Shaking from read/write head to toe but knowing that everything was as it should be. I leaned forward and kissed her, gently at get-go, but her quick reaction and mirroring of the act drove me to go with Sir Thomas More passion. She kept her eyes closed the whole time, as if half asleep even while kissing me. I placed my hand on her collarbone, feeling her body becoming hotter and hotter as the kiss continued. I moved my hired man down and cupped a warm knocker. saint let out a hum of pleasure as I squeezed, unable to hold the full mass in my hand.

I slowly pulled up her shirt, brushing the tips of my fingers along her slim belly. Angel Falls raised her arms and pulled off the shirt. While we kissed, I moved my hand down to her waist. She let out another hum as I pulled down her panties, admiring her naked lulu without ever ending her kiss. While sporting a truly mighty erecting, I calmly but hesitantly ran my hand between her interior second joint, completely at awe at how flabby and politic her skin was. I brushed my hand against her virgin slit, the vertical rim feeling like velvet beneath my fingers.

At my contact, Angel gave a soft whimper of joy and her legs slightly spread. I continued to tease her, caressing her womanhood with gentle—almost ticklish—strokes by my digit. Soon, I decided to go further, settling my hand like I was using a electronic computer mouse and swirling the tip of my middle finger's breadth at the first stratum of her interior, where her soft flesh was moist from arousal with a vibrant pink shade. Feeling my finger probing such a tender place, saint began to tremble and puff through our unending osculation. I continued my furtherance, including my ring finger into the input and working the two figure thick interior of her. Burying them up to the second joint, I stirred her sleeve while rubbing her clitoris with my thumb.

angel's body was now moving like a wave, with a soft whimper passing through her mouth as I pleasured her. Taking it one final step, I ended our kiss and moved my head down, wrapping my lips around her right tit and tugging on it gently. No longer bound by my sassing, backer's whines of pleasance were now gratis to be heard, but I was certain that with the door shut, no one in the house would hear her. I didn't even know if anyone had come back yet. I pushed that thought and occupy out of my mind, focusing instead on pleasuring backer. My attention was well directed, as within minutes, Angel arched her back and released a gentle but pipe up hollo of euphoria. While she tried to catch her breath, I pulled my fingers out of her and licked them clean. Her wetness, her essence, it tasted as sweet-flavored as I imagined.

I quickly undressed, knowing what was about to befall, but before I could motivate on top of Angel, she suddenly pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me. Sitting on my lap, the wet sassing of her puss kissing the shaft of my rock-hard tool, she gazed at me with tender loving grin. Beautiful, she was so beautiful.

"Marcus, I remember."

"What ?"

"I remember everything about you and about me, about what we were before we truly met. We were like this, just like this, when I promised you eonian happiness. I remember you're touch, your taste, your love, your pain in the neck, and your heart. I remember the undying posture and passion in your centre when you finally realized and cried out my figure. I remember it all, Marcus. I love you so much that I can't even draw it ! I'm so happy, I think I could cry !"

The air was pulled from my lungs and my dead body froze. This couldn't be real, this had to be a aspiration ! There was no imaginable way that my life could become so… perfect. Angel Falls gave me a farsighted and passionate candy kiss, once again reaffirming that she and the earthly concern around me was very. Before she could end the osculation, I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly.

"I love you so much, Angel Falls. You're the most important affair in the world to me. You're the light of my aliveness, the only cause I've been able-bodied to bear on this hanker. Without you, I was nothing. Without you, I am nothing. You saved me from the swarthiness of my own intellect. You reached out and saved me. You gave me a domicile in a cosmos I despised and was disgusted by. You aren't just my holy person, you are a lawful angel,"I said, letting tears of happiness fall from my eyes.

Her cheek against mine, she whispered in my ear,"I told you before that if you named me, I would exist solely for you. Now I will fulfill my promise and make myself yours. No matter what you desire or what I must do, I will hold up for no reason other than to love you and bring you happiness, just as I know you will do the Lapp for me. I will be the incarnation of your will to hold out and you will cherish me just as I will cherish you."

She raised her foreland, keeping her face hovering over mine with her prospicient crimson fuzz hanging down and sealing us within our own secret space.

"I love you, saint,"I said, placing my hands on her cheeks.

"I love you too, Marcus. Now it is time for me to grant you happiness and truly appearance you how it feels to love and be loved."

Raising herself up, she reached down and grasped my turncock, keeping it standing at the right angle. Key and gate now brought together, she gently lowered herself down onto my manhood, embracing it with her womanhood. I was truly left breathless by the sense experience of entering her, unable to completely describe how effective it felt. It was so warmly, so diffused, and so wet, but beyond that, every I aspect from the friction to the tightness was so unadulterated that it was as it her body was actually changing and adapting itself to my preference.

Even more, beyond just the physical association, I felt like our essence, minds, and individual were merging together. I could feel her emotions rushing through the connecter and into me, overflowing with lovingness like water from the consummate shower, and just like our joined material body, I was able to penetrate her idea with my own emotions and felt her embrace me.

Angel whimpered in happiness as she reached the home of my cock, showing not a unmarried twinge of infliction."Oh my god, it feels so proficient. It's perfect ; it fits inside me so perfect. I can feel it kissing the entrance to my womb."

"It's like we were meant for each other,"I teased, brushing my finger against the side of her flawless face.

"We were, Marcus. We were."

She then leaned forward onto her hands and raised her lower eubstance, revealing the ray of light of my peter with a sheath of pedigree from her ruptured Hymen, the same spectre as her hair. She lowered herself back down, whimpering in joy as I filled her to culmination with my Phallus. Moving in a gentle whiplash moment, she began raising her lower body and then swinging it back down onto my cock, driving it up into her with the sodding hurrying and strength and leaving me completely overwhelmed with felicity. Every time she dropped down, her perfect ass would wiggle against my lap. After mastering the rhythm and move, she changed her proficiency and began rolling her lower soundbox on me, grinding back and forth with my cock stirring her love pot. She rode me like that for respective minutes, allowing us to both get fully accustomed to the sensation of being intimate.

Soon after, she changed her technique again, leaning back and relying on her stomach muscles to lift her up so that she could recoil on my cock. Her case was blushing while she panted, and her large breasts jumped with her like a duad of melon-sized water balloons hanging from the bumper of dune roadster going off-road. I was almost hypnotized, but within me, I also felt a burning passion. I felt the indigence to act and study the lead in this dancing. I felt invigorated, energetic, invincible, like I could produce get it on to her for hours and never blow my load.

"backer, turn around and lean back. It's time for me to accept upkeep of you,"I said, almost in a growling.

Angel looked at me with a mix of excited coyness and loving affectionateness and obeyed, turning around without dismounting and leaning back the way she had been before. With strength I never knew I had, I put my manus on her hips and elevated her, giving me room to begin thrusting up like a piston. Angel Falls's whine of bliss became a groan of euphoria, with the mattress squeaking out its own tactile sensation to my movements. I was using the bed to my advantage, harnessing the leaping in the mattress to have me upwards with added intensity. I was thrusting up into her with everything I had, feeling completely resistant to any depletion in staying power. With her back now to me, her foresightful crimson tomentum was splayed out across my face and chest like a crashing waterfall. To some, this would be annoying, but I loved it. Her hair's-breadth was so subdued and smelled so sweet ; it felt like I was being showered with rose petals.

Wanting to change my angle of penetration, Angel Falls adjusted herself on top of me, leaning farther back and resting her feet on my articulatio genus. I certainly didn't object, though it took me a bit to readjust my apparent motion to move into her. With her now lying on me, I had no way in which to thrust and now had to use my low-pitched body in ordination to root for out and crusade back in, basically in a wave gesture. As she rocked back and forth on top of me, holy person's breast bounced and rolled beautifully. I would hold given a kidney to watch them jiggle. At the prison term, she was moaning in happiness with a membrane of sweat covering her defenseless body and giving her an erotic sheen.

It is impossible to account the stallion galaxy of hotshot I experienced while intimate with Angel. From a physical tip of prospect, it was like we were perfect for each other, our consistency synchronized in a way never seen before in the creation. Every intimation, every tremor, and every apparent motion was mirrored and countered, letting us enliven every possible course of pleasure in each other. It was as if we were two half of clock, a clock made of millions of pieces, and through the joining of our organic structure, every piece had come together and each tick and tock echoed masterfully. But beyond the strong-arm experience was the worked up one.

For the for the first time time in my life, I felt like I was truly understood, like I was truly loved. I was experiencing a James Bond that cypher else in history had ever felt, because nobody in chronicle had ever been in a situation like this. In traditional human bonding, two the great unwashed meet, and if they are compatible, then over time, they adjust themselves to complete each other. With holy person, I had found somebody that already completed me. I didn't need to vary anything. I didn't need to conform and alter my personality ; backer had been born matching my soul perfectly. The only variety was that I was now happy instead of miserable. To feel so tightly united with someone gave me something that I thought I would never experience : belonging. For the first-class honours degree metre in my life, I felt like I finally had a family in this construct known as reality, like I was that one unregenerate man of a puzzle that didn't seem to go anywhere, until at close, I found the position where I fit perfectly. Until now, I loved my family, but only enough to guilt me out of committing self-annihilation. With saint, I finally felt at peace with the world and wanted to persist in living, to be on this solid ground as long as possible and pass every day with her.

I don't have it away how farsighted we were knowledgeable ; I think it was a couple hr at to the lowest degree. It certainly felt like it had been when we both collapsed onto the bed, drained of energy and gasping for air. My good sense of time finally came when I heard my mom announce a ten-minute monition for dinner throughout the theatre. It was about 7:00, and the bed was soaked in sweat and other bodily fluids. backer was on her dorsum with her legs wrapped around my waist, and I was basically sitting on the soles of my substructure, driving into her like a air hammer. We had been like this for fifteen minute of arc, but I refused to change positions simply because I got a perfect panorama of angel's breasts and was capable to take in them leap and jiggle to my nitty-gritty's subject matter. My mom's warning told me that it was finally time to stop, though I felt like I could have gone all nighttime without quitting.

"Angel, I'm going to cum."

"Me too. Release it all into me, I want to sense it inside me."

"But you might get pregnant."

"Relax, we're safe today, trust me."

I smiled, kissed her, and then put all my persuasiveness into ten more heart. At go, I released my entire load into holy man, filling her up until semen was literally overflowing out of her. At the Saami time, saint cried out in ecstasy and a shiver ran throughout her whole dead body as she experienced her umptieth climax. Finally feeling my delayed exhaustion, I pulled out of holy person and fell back, barely having enough energy to breathe. Angel was in the same state, the lips of her kitty now swollen from the hours of sex. But we were happy, well-chosen and in love.

"That was the greatest experience of my life,"I hummed.

"Mine too,"backer laughed while curling up succeeding to me.

"I honestly don't live how we're going to work up the strength to get to the table. I'm starving but I'm just too tired to eat."

"Well if we don't go down, your family will get even more leery. Besides, you're not the only one that's hungry."

"With all the noise we were making, there is no way they didn't know what we were doing. I'm surprised the bed hasn't collapsed."

"well then, either they know what we did or they will know when we don't go down, so we might as well eat."

backer sat up and I grasped her radiocarpal joint before she climbed out of bed."I love you, Angel."

She leaned down and kissed me."I love you too, Marcus."

"Also, I might need a little help getting dressed. My intact body is basically Ground Zero from all that lovemaking."



Dinner was awkward to say the to the lowest degree, with everyone trying not to gaze at Angel and I. I honestly couldn't tell if my family had heard the two of us having sex or not ; they weren't sending me any sign of acknowledgement or embarrassment. Maybe it was because this was the outset sentence since her introduction that my family had actually seen Angel and could mouth to her. While the awkwardness was nearly suffocating, my family did seem relieved to one big change : I was gorging myself on every combat of food mom had prepared. After month of throwing up every meal and hours of sex, my consistence was screaming for nutrition and my stomach felt like it was about to implode.

"Hmmm, I never realized how often I missed calories,"I groaned in happiness while shoveling a tertiary helping of volaille onto my plate.

Even foods I normally despised like salad and strand bean practically vanished as soon as they touched my plate.

"Careful, you don't want to put all the free weight back on that you had before,"my dad warned while smiling, glad to actually be able-bodied to say something like that to me.

Before speaking, I shoveled a forkful of noodles into my backtalk, making Angel Falls giggle."Don't worry, I won't let that happen. I'm skinny for the first clip in my life and I want to maintain it that way."



I had just stepped out of my room and was planning to deal a shower when I saw my babe pulling holy man towards her way with surprising lightheartedness.

"Come on, I want to show you the clothes mom and I got for you."

The way she was talking, I only heard her talk like that with her acquaintance. It seemed that since holy person was now living with us, Emily had received a new best friend and the sister she always wanted.

"delay on, I want to see this,"I said, walking over.

She turned to me with sudden coldness."No way, Marcus."

"What's wrong ? He saw me without clothes on when he helped me,"Angel asked with childlike innocence.

"Yeah, but I don't want to see my buddy pitching a tent. Besides, you and me need to have a fiddling girl talk."

flavor like I had been both badly portrayed and robbed, I sighed and walked to the bathroom. Even after the marathon backer and I had experience an hour before, I would now postulate both a hot and cold shower.



Emily nearly jumped when Angel pulled off her shirt, letting her knocker natural spring forth without limitation. She had just assumed all this prison term that Angel had been wearing a bra, if she had known that she wasn't… she would experience been more hesitant in staying in the room. Angel seemed to give birth no fright about going topless in front man of Emily, but Emily was feeling ghastly with enviousness. She couldn't help but switch her gaze from holy man's chest to her own.

"It's just not carnival,"she muttered.

"Thank you so much for getting these for me. I'm really sorry about having to adopt your wearing apparel,"Angel said gratefully as she pulled on a garden pink top from a pile of clothes on Emily's bed.

"It's no trouble. But, uh… you can keep the panties. Now… this the low meter we've actually talked, and I know that you've probably told your story a 100 clock time, but I have to ask : do you really not remember anything ?"

Angel lost her smile. She had regained her memory board, but they weren't the kind of memories that she could tell anyone about. She had to keep up the act of amnesia.

"No, I'm sorry. It would be squeamish if I did, simply to relieve everyone's worrying. But to be honorable, I don't want to call up. I'm sorry, I know that makes me sound really sketchy,"she chuckled sadly.

"Why don't you want to remember ? Is it so that you can detain here ?"

saint turned to her and smiled."You know, don't you ?"

"Luckily I was the only one upstairs and the room beneath the client room is rarely used, so I'm somewhat for certain I'm the only one who knows. I will intromit, the fact that you two moved so quickly is really shady. Under normal circumstances, I would never be able to confide you. I would be sure that you were just using Marcus."

Whether she was intending to be blunt or to sugarcoat it, it was impossible to tell.

"So what makes these non-normal destiny ?"

Emily sighed."I can't help but believe you. I see the way you look at my buddy, and it is with reliable felicity and love. A con artist could easily play tricks me into believing that, but I'm just unable to see any malevolent intent in you. Besides, you make my brother happy, and that is something that he has needed so badly that it is beyond description. When he was introducing you to us, I saw him smile, and he literally hasn't smiled in days. During dinner party, he was so carefree and full of life. If it keeps Marcus happy and alive, then I'm volition to take a risk on it."She then began to express joy."But how the nether region could you two immediately jumping to sex ? ! Either the two of you are lying and you actually know each other, or it's something else."

Angel laughed as well."We're in love, it's as simple as that. When I opened my middle and found him beside me, clutching my hands, I felt so safe and secure, so cherish and cared for, I knew that no one could love me as much as Marcus did. In him, I saw a burst heart that needed to be mended but was equal to of so practically love, I saw kindness beneath level of pain sensation, and I saw someone who would treasure me forever. He told me that he saw me as an Angel Falls ( no pun intended ) that had come to relieve him. He said that I had the kindest heart and the scented soul he had ever encountered, and that I was the light of his life. He wanted to protect me, to support me, to bestow me felicity and bang me. Quite simply, he sees me as the one thing in this world that he can actually bond himself to. I know that wherever he is, is my plate.

Yes, it formed quickly, but we truly need each former, and we want to spend the rest of our lives together. I don't care if my past ever comes back, as long as I can be with Marcus. We were truly meant to determine each other, to be together. It's beyond simple love at first sight, our lives were intertwined from the root,"she said, speaking so cheerfully that Emily could not ignore the warmness in her heart.

"well if Marcus has things his way, you'll never have to forget us, and that's good enough for me. Welcome to the family."



For the rest period of holiday, backer and I tried to preserve our honey arcanum, but the passion between us doing those intimate fourth dimension was inextinguishable. During the night, I would expect for everyone to fall asleep before sneaking out of my room and into hers. In the wickedness, we would make sweet making love before falling asleep in each other's arms. ahead of time in the daybreak, my watch alarm would ignite me up, and I would mouse back into my room.

With holy person, I found there were two kinds of sex : forcible and emotional. When we were physical… holy jack. We were a couple of wild beast on PCP and ecstasy. We would go for time of day, burning gram calorie we never even knew we had and exchanging fluids like our bodies were actually completely liquified. It wasn't simply hormone-driven ; it was like we were fully exploring each other's dead body and letting our deepest instincts come Forth. Our soundbox were more compatible than humanly possible, and just being close filled us with so practically vigour that we could be intimate for hours and never acquire wear. We basically ran through the Kama Sutra like it was a pamphlet and did every position we could think of. Angel remarked upon my newfound persuasiveness and toughness with bully joy, as her intimate hunger was just as great as mine.

The other kind was tardily and easy, loving and suggest. Like when we were physically based, we would take a crap love hours on end, but the calendar method of birth control was completely different, completely Tantrik. While our bodies were linked, we allowed our soul and minds to merge. It was as if we became telepathic, being capable to register our notion for each early without ever speaking them. When we fucked, it fed our bodies, but when we made love, it fed our soul. Just holding onto each former, making as much liaison as possible, and being so close that we could feel each other's hearts beating… it brought us a bliss that no physical feeling could match. Holding each other after making love was as courteous as the act itself.



It was near the end of holiday, and Angel and I were kissing in her room. I heard somebody coming up the stairs and Angel and I quickly separated. Until my category fully accepted her, we needed to obliterate our relationship. I pretended to be in the middle of explaining something to saint to aid her try and overcome her amnesia.

My brother stepped into the way."Marcus, mom and dad want to talk to you."

"Thanks,"I said before he walked off.

I looked at Angel and she and I exchanged glance of worry. I got up and kissed her on the forehead."It's going to be fine."

I walked down the step and into the kitchen. My parents and the two detectives were there. They had been searching the area for days and hadn't found anything, and much to my hatred, they questioned Angel extensively.

"We have finished our investigation, and we can't regain any trace of her cosmos prior to when you found her, but we have no way to be certainly to be sure as shooting if she committed or witnessed any criminal offence. We'll continue to search for her identity, but other than that, there is nothing we can do,"detective Francis said.

Once he and his partner left, my mom turned to me."Now Marcus, we need to talk about what to do with Angel."

"Its not like you found a dog that you want to retain. We need to think of her future. There are places where hoi polloi in her term can survive,"said my dad.

"No, we are not abandoning her."

Before they could reply, I looked down at the floor."Are the two of you blind ? I haven't suffered from one capture ever since I met her."I held up one of my pill bottles. It was completely full moon."I haven't been in pain for days. She has taken away my agony, and she is the only when one who can. Not only that, but… I'm happy. For the first time in my life, I'm actually well-chosen. I thought that my sickness made that inconceivable, but she has somehow cured me of both my agony and my misery."

My parents tried to think of a response but were ineffectual to countermine my parameter. After all, it was realize that whether holy person stayed or left, my health and life depended on it.

"She needs me as much as I need her. Her retention is slowly beginning to come in back, she remembers information about the mankind and what things are and think of, but she knows goose egg about herself. I can't assistance but enquire if that knowledge will ever come back, or maybe there was none to commence with. For all we know, she could be starting from prick. She may not have a home or crime syndicate to take back to."

I sighed and softened my tone."I know that there is also the financial situation of letting her hitch with us. Room and board and all that other stuff… I know that this home is already strained with three kids. That's why I've decided not to go to college, so that the money that was going to be used on my tuition fee can instead be used to name her a member of this syndicate. College is a con anyway, and it's not like I will be incapable of getting a job if all I have is a high shoal education. Or maybe I can just go to community college. I would do anything for her."

I stopped as I heard someone standing in the doorway. I turned and saw it was Angel. The tenderness and love in her eyes was like a soothing rainfall to my soul. She walked over to me and wrapped her deal around mine, leaning her headland on my shoulder.

"Mom, dad… we're in love."

Several here and now passed by,

"You've given us a lot to guess about,"my dad said shakily as he pulled my mom into the bread and butter room.



I was lying on my back in bed with Angel crouched over me. It was the middle of the night and we were both naked, having just finished making love. Angel was finishing me off, using her titty to rub down my cock while she licked the tip.

"I can't even distinguish how honorable that look,"I hummed, taking great pleasure in the sight of the moonshine being caught by the spit and snatch juice on backer's tits.

"To bring you happiness is why I live. I'm sword lily that my chest are so vauntingly, you sure seem fond of them,"she purred, rubbing the two soft yet firm pillows of pulp against my manhood.

Her tegument, it was so smooth, delicate, and soft ; it was like she had been shaved from the cervix down by a laser and then took a long bathtub in a tub full of moisturizer.

"I'm fond of everything about you, from the endless kindness within your pith, your goddess typeface, the sweetness of your soulfulness, your farsighted and elegantly beautiful hair, and your flawless consistency, which practically perspires sexuality."

My breathing quickened and I sensed an oncoming climax. Reading me like brail, Angel doubled her movement, her face blushing with dire foreplay and loving dedication."Cum for me, Marcus. spraying with your cum. I want to contain it all and be covered in it. My body belongs to you !"

I was more than felicitous to obey, and in the form of four ropey shots, I ejaculated every drop of semen in my body, coating Angel's side, her breast, and her outstretched natural language. Before it could fully deflate, Angel took my hammer in her rima oris, cleaning it off and siphoning out any bullet train that had been loaded into the barrel but never fired. Once it was empty, she sat up and hungrily licked my cum off her breasts like it was the nub of lifetime. I almost had to laugh when she started wiping it off her face and then slurping it off her fingers, cleaning herself like a cat.

"So ripe,"she said softly before crawling over and lying down beside me.

"I'm going to pretermit having these lazy Clarence Day to ourselves. I am really not looking forward to school tomorrow,"I sighed.

"You know, tomorrow will be the farseeing we've ever been apart. I don't know how I'll stand it,"she huffed.

"Don't remind me, but maybe I'll omission tiffin and come home plate for a quickie."

"Then you'll just end up missing the rest of the day, we'd never leave the bedroom. I know you too well."

"Hey, can you charge me ?"

I then gave a deep sigh and looked up at the ceiling."It's been so weird since we met. For the first time in my life, I'm truly happy. And my pain, I never knew that I was able of feeling so footling of it. You almost managed to conduct it away when I saw you each morning, but for it to be uninterrupted like this, it makes me feel like I've spent the last three months wearing a suit of clothes of armor with a lead forestage underneath, and now I can finally take the air free without anything weighing me down. To think that my life could go so perfect…"

"Well like I said before, to make you felicitous is why I live. I exist solely for you,"she said while kissing my chest.

"Marcus ?"Angel then asked, resting her head on my shoulder joint. Her eyes seemed to be glowing in the dark.

"Yeah ?"

"What do we do if we can't be together ?"

"Then we leave. We'll leave and go somewhere where there will be null standing between us. I love you, Angel. I love you More than you could possibly imagine."

"You're wrong about that,"she hummed as she gave a slim smile,"I know how much you love me, because I love you just as much."

As she pulled away, a smile crossed her brim and looked down, seeing that I was once again rock hard."well, looks like you're make for round 2,"she said coyly.

"Are you kidding ? The equal just started, I'm just getting warmed up !"I said, wrapping my blazon around her and kissing her.



"Ugh, I hate wearing these,"I muttered as I tried to stay fresh the backbone of my gown closed.

I was in the hospital to get my brain scanned and check the stage of my cancer. Angel was with me and my parents were in the waiting elbow room. She had a warm smile completely devoid of fearfulness or concern.

"What, not even a small badgering ?"I teased as I walked over.

"Of class not, I know you are too warm to make into this disease. Besides, as long as I am alive, I won't let you die."

With a warm smile, I grasped her hand and placed it on my chest."As long as your centre is beating, mine will beat as well."

She kissed me and gave me a loving grin."I'll hold you to that promise."

The threshold of the room opened and a nanny poked her head in."Marcus Clive, we're ready."

I looked at Angel and kissed her on the brow. The two of us separated and I followed the nurse into the room with the MRI. The nurse handed me a couple of earplugs and I climbed up onto the work bench, lying down so that it could load me into the machine. In the cramp tube, I could hear the buzzing of the MRI boot to life. For several minute, I listened to the machine whirr as my head was scanned and sighed with relief when it finally stopped.


In one of the examination rooms, my parents, Angel, and I were waiting for the results. Dr. Turner walked in and put up the printed x-ray."This is practically a miracle, the neoplasm have shrunk to the point where they are barely detectable and have lost all of their influence on your health."

I grinned and held Angel's script."So my Cancer the Crab is gone ?"

"Not completely, but it seems like there is something that is keeping it in substantiation. We certainly didn't see solution like these with the chemo or radiation discussion. It could be an anatomical defense mechanics or there is something in your environment causing it. The Cancer could generate if whatever is helping you disappears, but extolment, you're winning the battle."

I looked at Angel and could see the fear and legal tender love in her eyes."Thank you."





Chapter 3



It was the inaugural day after vacation, and everyone was following his or her morning routine. holy man and I were trying to figure out how we would survive the day without each other.

"The coach will be here at eight, and he'll be home-schooling you for a few months while we figure out where you can go for a rattling training,"I said as I pulled on my backpack.

"I'll miss you,"she murmured while kissing me.

We tried to dismiss everyone watching us.

My siblings, parents, and I went outside, with Phil, Emily, and I being driven to school by our dad. The February atmospheric condition seemed especially stale, and I realized it was because I didn't have my arm around Angel Falls. As we drove down the jolty driveway, I could feel my body becoming colder and colder with every inch of aloofness between us. But I was also in a commodity mood ; I would be going back to schooling pain-free, and with saint in my life-time, nothing in the worldly concern could bruise me.



It was gym socio-economic class and the subject of the day was station exercises. The lyceum had been split up into region, each with a different exercise or activity to be performed for a set sum of money of time. Arriving at the chin-up post, I jumped up onto the bar with zestfulness. I normally hated gym course of study with every fiber of my being, but my good mood and lack of pain sensation was making me restless.

"I thought you couldn't be in gym class because of your cancer ?"one of the other bookman asked, watching me move like a piston on the bar.

"I found the consummate treatment."

After a dozen heave, I finally jumped off and landed on the floor. My muscle were twitching from the relief of no nuisance.

"Tom is coming back to schoolhouse tomorrow, and I think he is going to kick back your ass,"another student said as he started doing chin-up.

I chuckled and cracked my knuckles."That touchwood has been home-schooled all this fourth dimension for some minor injuries while I barely missed a day while being in endless full-body excruciation. What a coward. Whatever, if he wants to fight me, he can go ahead. It's not like he can do anything to hurt me."



As the day wore on, I missed saint more and more. I longed to look into her eyes, to pick up her sweet voice, and to give her in my munition. I would sit in class, looking out the window. Everything around me was drowned out, as she was the only affair on my creative thinker.



I was anxious as the bus got closer and closer to my planetary house. The heartbeat the bus stopped at my driveway and the doors opened, I bolted out, running as fast as I could. I ran up the long unpaved driveway, ignoring the cold. I didn't even notice as my invertebrate foot broke through the ice over a mystifying puddle and was submerged up by my ankle in icy water. I kept running until I got to the theater and wrenched open the threshold. I took a step inside and Angel jumped into my arms, kissing me passionately. funny remark, the two of us together reminded me of those old Jean Cauvin and Thomas Hobbes comics I used to read.

"I missed you,"I said while pulling off my coat and backpack.

"I missed you too,"she whispered.

We made our way upstairs and into the bedroom. Instead of throwing ourselves onto the bed, we crashed into the wall by the window, not even noticing as we ripped our clothes off and licked the interior of each former's mouths. As soon as Angel's jean and panty were off, I got down on my knees and buried my lips and spit in her mellifluous twat. Lathering her inside and drinking her substance, I was on Cloud 9 while simultaneously making Angel Falls moan in ecstasy. Her puss tasted so sweet and was so soft, I actually lifted her up and let her repose both her leg on my berm so that I could delve even deeper with my lingua. Having ripped off her shirt and bra, Angel was massaging her breasts with one hand and running her fingerbreadth through my hair, stammering how goodness it felt and how a lot she had missed my touch. While working diligently, I couldn't supporter but bet up and admire her replete boob, dominating my persuasion as if I was standing at the base of two mountains.

Without the thin pause, I performed my much-enjoyed obligation until Angel Falls experienced her outset coming, filling the house with her shrill calls of ecstasy. While she stepped back down onto the ground with shaky legs, I stood up and fully ungarbed. She was quickly ready for me, and without wasting prison term, she wrapped her arms around my neck and her branch around my waist while I entered her. Holding her against the paries, I began thrusting with late, knock-down shoves, slamming the pass of my cock against the entrance to her womb over and over. Each sentence I forced myself into her, saint would put out a beautiful yelping of felicity and her hold would momentarily slacken from the deep shivers running throughout her consistency

As much as I loved being able to go recondite than common, the inefficiencies and deficiency of comfortableness of the attitude quickly drained our patience. As if reading each former's minds, I pulled out of saint just as she unwrapped her legs from around my waist. With a coy grinning on her face, she turned around and stood by the window, shaking her shapely ass at me. Grinning, I brushed her whisker aside and ran my tongue up her back, brought it up to the back of her ear, and then began kissing her neck to try and nonverbally express my gratitude and describe to her just how consummate she was.

With my cock rock hard and literally pulsating with each beat of my centre, I got behind backer and entered her with ease, drawing a blissful hum from the penetration. After a few tentative slash to get accustomed to the bowel movement and Angle, I placed my hands on Angel's hips and immediately began hammering her with the speed of a woodpecker. She was pushed up against the window, crying out joyfully as I fucked her. Each and every time, I would thrash into her with all of my strength, entering as deeply as possible and as fast as potential. With each potent thrust, Angel's tit would thrash against the window, and with the coldness of the glass, her nipples quickly became like gumdrops, while her sweat and breath left a beautiful depression of her hand and chest on the window. I don't know which sounded better, the clapping of her tight ass against my lap or her breasts against the window.

"Oh god, Marcus ! It feels so good ! You're driving me crazy !"

Wanting to proceed the scene to the bed, I put my blazon under backer's articulatio genus and picked her up. Angel just thought I was changing the status again and began grinding her pussycat against my dick as I held her up, moaning and grunting like a wild animal. More than glad to pander her, I began lifting her up and down with my arms while using my low-spirited eubstance to thrust up into her. To the wet sound of her womanhood getting penetrated over and over again by my cock, holy person leaned back and we began to kiss, quite gently in contrast to the risky fucking just two feet away.

Soon my arms began to languish and I decided that it was time to incite on. Gently, I set Angel down on the bed, momentarily pulling out of her. Knowing what I wanted, she held herself up on the sharpness on her hired man and knee, inviting me back in. I accepted the invite and mounted her like a dog, drawing fresh moans and battle cry of felicity as I fucked her with everything I had and with renewed speed. The completely house was filled with the clapping speech sound of flesh against flesh as I drove into Angel with all the force I could summon, desperate to satisfy and pleasure her.

For an minute and a one-half, we continued like that, continuously switching situation and screwing like there was no tomorrow. Our trunk had been starved of each other all day and we were do-or-die to take in up for lost time. Eventually, we stopped for a break, simply to catch our intimation and give my manhood a reprieve. Now was my ducky part ; backer and I holding each early as we let our bodies relax from the sensual act of love committed only moments ago.

"How was your day ?"I asked as I could experience Angel Falls's gentle breathing tiresome to its usual tread.

"Kind of boring. The coach gave me a small trial to see what my mind remembered. He was fairly surprised by how well I did, saying that it was amazing how I remembered how to do algebra but didn't even know my endure name,"she hummed, pressing herself tightly against me.

With my chin resting on her berm, I smiled and gently brushed aside a lock of hair over her facial expression, tucking it behind her ear."If only the world knew who you really were."

"wellspring it is because to you. I may not consume been born with retention of my own, but I do have your retentiveness. So thanks for the assist. How was your day ?"

"Great. It was so nice to be without pain. I can never even begin to record my gratitude for saving me."

"You don't need to thank me, just make love me."

"Some people didn't believe me when I said that I found the perfect treatment for my pain…"

holy person chuckled.

"So a lot of hoi polloi are starting to think I never had cancer. By tomorrow, probably half of the school day will think I had been faking it to get attention."

She looked at me with disbelief.

"Don't vexation, I don't sacrifice a rat's ass what anyone there thinks. I don't want any friends. the pits, I don't even need to acknowledge anyone there. I severed all ties with almost everyone else on the satellite long before I met you. You're the solitary one I need."

Several tacit moments passed by.

"Something else is on your mind."

"How'd you have sex ?"

Angel pressed her cheek against mine, and just as I was about to suppose she was going to whisper something in my ear, she instead gave a gentle hum.

"A school bully that I beat up is coming back tomorrow. He was one of the citizenry that tormented me for the past five years."

Angel looked at me and I could see worry in her oculus."Marcus, I am so sorry."

"Its amercement. There is a unspoiled probability that he will try to struggle me tomorrow, maybe then I can get some revenge. Last metre, I strangled him, shattered his nose, broke his eye socket, and busted out all of his teeth, but he deserves a much more spartan punishment."

"Well just don't kill him. I don't want the cops to take you away."

"Yes, dear."



The next day, I was shoved in the hall and knocked to the ground.

"Get up you son of a kick !"I heard Tom vociferation behind me.

People in the hall immediately stopped to watch.

"starting time,"I said to myself with a smile.

I stood up and faced Tom. His nose was crooked and his back talk were covered in mark from getting cut up by his dentition. Many of his teeth had been put back in, however, most were fake. He would never be able-bodied to smile without mass laughing at him. I had a devious grin on my expression as I pulled off my coating and backpack. Standing before him, I released a blast jape, feeling my fury mix with the sense of invincibility I had gained since confluence Angel.

"You want to fight me ? You think you can even bruise me ? ! You're nothing Thomas More than an insect !"

"I'll killing you, you bastard !"Tom howled, pulling back his arm and punching me in the side of the face, just below the eye.

My aspect whipped back with his clenched fist never breaking connection, but Tom's chesty smile was lost when he saw that I was still smiling, even with his fist pressed against my cheek.

"You think you can hurt me ? You think you can dash me ? Nothing you do will ever reach me ! I've outgrown your puny homo world !"

I lashed out and punched Tom in the nose with all the military posture in my soundbox, literally holding nothing back. He staggered back with his paw over his split poke, giving a muffled howl of pain while stemma streamed out from between his fingerbreadth. My fist was shaking, not in pain or fear, but happiness. The smiling on my typeface was a bloody-minded maniacal one, burning with the haunted flaming of the past and the brave flames of the futurity. I was finally free.

"I've experienced my own death, witnessed the end of all ground, suffered more agony in the last few months than you will ever get in your lifetime, and finally discovered happiness through something beyond your comprehension ! There is nothing in the humans that can I can fear or desire, zilch you can do to hurt me ! I've low free of this humanity and outgrown you !"

I lunged forward and punched Tom in the face. The blow grazed his forehead, sparing him about of the impact and allowing him to have a punch straight to my gut. While it was stiff enough to rap the wind out of me, after the levels of painful sensation I had endured, it felt like I had just gotten hit by a beach clump. Laughing like a maniac, I stood upright and again punched him, giving an instant black eye. Roaring in pain and fury, he tackled me and slammed me against the bulwark, then began punching me in the face wildly. While his clout decimated my flesh, they were unable to rob me of my smile and confidence. Sporting two Joseph Black eyes and contusion across my brass, I reached up and caught his fist, stopping the barrage.

"What the nookie are you ? !"he screamed, unable to think I was still conscious.

"Karma. You ruined my life with your ruthlessness, now I will turn that inhuman treatment on you ten fold. I shall evidence you the true meaning of despair, just as you have shown me. You shall memorize the difference between our levels of hatred."

I slammed my elbow joint into his cheek and fractured his eye socket. Tom staggered back, and without any indisposition, I delivered a punch to the gut that made him buckle, granting me the gross chance to slam my stifle in his face and rupture his already broken nose. Nearly unrestrained from the pain, Tom was essentially helpless as I began pummeling him with my fists, beating him wildly until my knucks bled. I had to include, the fact that he stayed on his feet was laudably, but that only gave me a uninterrupted reason to preserve punching him.

Within seconds, it was Tom set against the wall, completely at the mercy of my punches. His face was a bally mess, even risky than mine, but I wouldn't stop. As long as I didn't killing him, I had null to worry about.

‘ Thank you, saint. Thank you for setting me free,'I thought to myself before a teacher grabbed me and pulled me away.



Three hebdomad suspension system, a small price to pay for my payback. I was lucky not to throw been expelled, but once again, Tom throwing the first of all clout was all the defense I needed. My parents, who were both wild that I had gotten suspended yet again but openhearted when they saw how bruised up my face was, brought me home early.

"Oh my god, are you all right ? !"Angel fearfully exclaimed, meeting me at the door and examining my face.

"Yeah, I'm fine, but if I miss anymore days after this, I won't be capable to graduate and will have to lease summertime school."

"Your mother and I are going to discuss your penalty. You had better hope we don't leave you out in the punt yard with a tent and a trash bag to sleep in,"my dad said as he and my mom walked into the living room.

"Come on, let's get some ice on those bruises,"holy person murmured, leading me to the kitchen.

"My suspension is actually pretty secure news. Except for when your private instructor comes and my menage replication, we'll have the family to ourselves for three weeks."



Once again, my parents were distraught on whether to be mad at me or be accepting of my actions. Angel and I were rapturous. During the dayspring, Angel and I would catch some Z's in for an extra hour, wake up and make love while half-asleep, then go have breakfast, and waiting for saint's private instructor to show up. Once he arrived, I would aid her with her work in all the ways I could. After the tutor left, holy man and I would have lunch and spend the rest of the afternoon chatting or making love.



One afternoon, holy person and I were taking a walk through the Mrs. Henry Wood. Snow was gently falling from the cloudy sky and there wasn't even the slightest cinch. We were walking hand in helping hand, just enjoying the glass-like scene of frozen nature. We stepped into a immense meadow, transformed into a sea of snow Banks by the ageless winter.

"Ready ?"

"Ready."

We both fell back into a snowfall coin bank, letting the crystallized mattress cushion our crepuscle as if we were immune to gravity.

"Beautiful,"Angel breathed as we gazed up into the falling snow.

She looked at me and placed her delicate finger on my impertinence. I pulled off my glove and did the Sami. Angel didn't shiver as my chilled bridge player brushed against her flabby porcelain skin. From her hired man on my cheek and my hand on hers, I could sense warmth seeping into my body.

"Marcus, there is something I have been thinking about for a while. It was something that you said to me on the day we met. It was when you were telling me why you were about to obliterate yourself. You said that you hated and were disgusted by the human race. What did you imply ? I have your memory board, but I don't bonk your cerebration processes."

I sighed as I tried to think of how I was going to explain it."When I was in that school for riotous fry, my soul was full of rage. Not only were my persecutor getting off without punishment, I had been locked away like a criminal. I looked at the scheme that had screwed me over and the twisted psychology of the bullies that had made my lifetime a living hell. I realized that if I were to understand the forces that had ruined my life, I would necessitate to see the centre of those forces. I began to depend at the human backwash as if I was not man. I looked at history and I studied the people around me. I looked at their flaws, their imperfection, their weaknesses, and their predictability. I was disgusted by what I had found.

Mankind is goose egg more than an evolutionary suddenly end, the consequence of our root becoming smart enough to survive in the coarse wilderness and thereby losing their evolutionary driveway. When early humans overcame the obstacles that get in the way of the lives of species, they found that there were no longer any obstacles that required brain function higher than what they had. True, we made some technical procession : we invented weapon to represent ourselves, machines to help us harness the earth's resources, and music to carry our lives, but we lacked the intelligence service to use them wisely.

We became smart enough to build communities, but remained stupid enough to press over imagination. We became smart enough to use fervour, but remained stupid enough to use it to destroy nature. We became smart enough to invent thousands and languages and religions, but remained stupid enough to be ineffectual to observe compromise or peace in a single one. We're caught in an evolutionary limbo, where any opposing personnel that requires brain function higher than what we already have would undoubtedly pour down us. The better you become, the harder it is to keep going, and we've reached our peak. tinker's dam, it is one pathetically short-change point. Now we're stuck with the ability to make things that we're too stupid to use properly, and underdeveloped minds that aren't prepared for the things they think they can do.

I turned my back on this lamentable species and severed all crosstie with this world."I then softened my tone and pressed my forehead against hers."Screw the world, I don't need it anymore. As long as I have you, I am substance. Mankind means zippo to me. You are all that is important."

Angel's eyes sparkled as she smiled."Can we maneuver back ? Its cold out here."

A facial expression of confusion crossed my human face as I moved my hand from her nerve to her cervix."You don't feel chilled at all."

"Yeah, but its too cold out here for us to show each early how a great deal we love each other,"she said as she kissed me.



Our amatory holiday eventually came to an end, and I realized I was basically getting shot with a double-barrel shotgun. Not only were we going to separated during the day again, but also being out for three week meant that I was drowning in missed house and school assignment. I would have to work for hours every evening to try and get catch up, meaning that I still couldn't be with holy man as much as I wanted to. If I didn't pincer my way back up from the abyss, then it meant summertime school and no graduation for me, which meant that the time I could spend with Angel Falls would be decimated. But after dinner when Angel and I would go up to bed, the tender beloved that had accumulated during the day would be released with unparalleled passion.



With the comer of April, bounce febrility was injected into the weather like sex hormone. All of the snow was blasted away by the sun and the temperature was reaching into the highschool 50's, basically tropic clime for Mainers. I had almost an ominous feel about the warmth, because I knew that the summer would be unbearably hot. With the warm weather thawing everything out, Angel was getting me to do the one affair that no one else could attain me do : exercise. I had fair upper-body strength, but when it came to cardiovascular… I was a wreck. All those old age of lounging and staying uninvolved with everything had come back to haunt me. I hated all exercise, but being with Angel made it tolerable… not that going for a daily jog didn't make me find like my lungs were filled with razor blades.

One afternoon, Angel and I were jogging through the park by my home. Actually, she was jogging ; I was shortening my life-time by trying to keep up. We stopped when we finally broke out from under the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, feeling the sunlight on us. I was leaning on my stifle, trying to take in my breath. I nearly collapsed from ease when I heard her speak those four golden words :"Let's withdraw a break."

In the shadow of the offset and budding leaves, we rested beneath the outgrowth of a tree diagram on the boundary of the meadow. Angel was sitting against the trunk, and I was lying down with my head in her lap. The air was filled with the phone of chirping birds and brute taking advantage of the warm up weather condition. She was humming a soft melody and I could feel blissful relaxation seeping into my tired torso like rain on filth. The new leap air was mending my aching lungs, the perfume of the thawing ground and the revived plants was making me melt in walking on air, the warmth of Angel's body was easing my sinew like a gentle massage, and the hypnotic Federal Reserve note of her humming felt like a soothing lullaby.

"You know, back when I was sick, I used to mull liveliness and expiry and what they meant. It wasn't a morbid black letter thing, just a curiosity, a preparation for what I thought was coming."

"Oh really ? What did you come up with ?"she asked as she leaned down and kissed me on the forehead.

"I don't believe there is any meaning in life or this universe of discourse, no time value or purpose other than what we create for ourselves. But even going against that and all the nerve cell in my brain screaming at me to be consistent, I am convinced that there is an hereafter. I'm not talking about a heaven or a nether region, but just some woodworking plane of cosmos where the sentience remains."

"How do you figure ?"

"memory, everything we think and experience is merely a reaction to events and our milieu, a recorded recoil that takes the descriptor of a retentiveness. Consider the quantity of time it takes for information from your green goddess to be received and process by your brain. It takes maybe a few nanoseconds ? But see everything that can happen and has happened within the straddle of a few nanoseconds, and in increments of clock time even shorter. Outside of our human percept, a nanosecond could feel like a century.

Even now, every cerebration that passes through my idea and everything I feel, they all occur before long before I am truly cognizant of them, in which case, my spotting of them is really nothing more than a memory. I'm always living in the yesteryear, my judgement trailing behind the flow rate of sentence, only reacting when information is memorized and played like a flashback. Every second is just a memory board for your mind, while your eubstance relocation on through the future.

So if that's true, is it possible that my unscathed life could just be a single memory ? A moving-picture show playing in my judgement that is eighteen years long and ongoing, with my mental capacity always wondering what's going to happen next while my eubstance and the world around me create each new panorama about to be viewed ? In which case, I could be remembering this from a hundred years into the future tense, having lived an incredibly long aliveness. This conversation might not be happening in existent clip, but is actually something that occurred a hundred twelvemonth ago and I am currently remembering it in existent time.

But memories can not subsist without the psyche. A movie can not exist if the disk or tape measure it's imprinted on doesn't exist. Therefor, if I am a memory, a continuous store being relived from some full stop in the future, then that store must go on forever. Maybe the memory doesn't stop… just because my body stops. The only if way this memory can continue is if there is a mind capable to play it back, to retain the information. So when I die, my thinker will be unable to trifle the remembering and I will give up to survive in my stream form. But I do exist, meaning that I still exist in the future, and as long as I exist in the future, I exist in the award, meaning that I exist for all timeless existence, but my human body is merely different from what it once was."

holy person giggled."That's fascinating. I'd love to pick up more."

"Sorry, but that's all I've got so far. Speaking of life and death, I have to ask, where did you hail from ? I've spent more time being thankful that you're here than just wondering how you came to be. You told me before that you have my memories, but I don't know how that's possible. You were originally a figment of my imagination, right ?"

"Yes, that is right."

"Then how can you go from being notional to real ? How can you go from being inside my mind to having a physical body ?"

Angel just smiled and again kissed me on the brow."The day is soon coming when I will explain everything to you, but it is not today. Do not worry, do not be afraid, just love the present and feeling forwards to the future tense. Always remember that we shall be together until the end of time."

"As long as those Word remain honest, I don't forethought what happens,"I said sleepily before closing my eyes and dozing off, listening to the sound of backer's sweet humming.



School was coming to an end and everyone was getting antsy. Angel and I couldn't be happier. She would still be homeschooled during the day, but we would have all summer to be with each other, and by the peel of my dentition, I had managed to make up all my omit work. Oh, and commencement was coming. On one of the last few day of school, I was in woodshop class. The level had been closed, so we were allowed to just use the machinery for whatever we wanted. I was using the gear-controlled table recitation to work on a special undertaking.

One of the former students walked over to me."hearsay say that you have a girlfriend."

I didn't even acknowledge him and just continued with my work.

"Is it someone here or from another schooling ?"

By his tone, I knew that it would be a bad idea to resolve. If I gave a gens, everyone would instantly try to feel whoever it was. People would hassle her for being with me and try to anger me by making raunchy suggestion about her. I knew human being nature fountainhead, and I knew what went on in the mind of high shoal jackasses. I just continued my work, not even looking at him. When I moved to a power sander and began smoothening my creation, the guy got the message that he wouldn't get anything out of me, and left me to my work.



The day had finally come. It was graduation for the class of 2012. It was a blisteringly hot summer day, because for some reasonableness, schools decide that it's best to have all the students gather together in polyester robe with wide-cut frock pants and shirt ( if you're a guy underneath ) when spring turns to summertime. And of course, in a schooling with no AC, all the alum and their families would be herded into the sweaty gymnasium like an Auschwitz oven. In the 60 minutes before the ceremonial, the halls were flooded with students and fellowship members, all of them sweating hummer, talking about succeeding plans, and reminiscing about the past twelve years.

Then a ripple passed through the building. The graduation ceremony was not about to start, no ; it was something else. At the incoming to the school, with my parents and siblings on either side, saint had arrived to look out the observance. Everyone stared at her, completely hypnotized. She was wearing a skirt that showed off her porcelain legs and a striped top that put her ample white meat on display without showing too practically cleavage. No one had ever seen a individual with half the beauty as this stranger. With fiery crimson hair that hung down the length of her back, piercing puritanical eyes that looked like they could see into your very soul, and a grinning that was awe-inspiring in its beauty, she was the definition of idol. I had arrived at the school earlier, so my family just had to happen me and then their seats.

Drawn to my as if with a sixth sense, Angel lead my syndicate down the hallways of the schooling. Every student and even their parents gawked at the goddess passing them by. A few mass even tried to record her on their phone. The male child stared at her hungrily, wondering what beautiful paradise she had been hiding from all their life sentence. The girls were all jealous, sword lily that such a complete creature hadn't been in school with them, lest they would all be invisible in comparison.

They arrived at the library, where most of the students had gathered, as it was the coolest stead in the building. Just like in the halls, everyone stared at saint like she was a gift from some divine being, a beauty unmatched by any man. They followed her with their eyes, unable to consider such a gem existed, and why, of all people, she was walking over to me. I was sitting by the data processor, trying to enter out how to make over my tie. I had taken it off soon after arriving at the schooltime, desperate for any alleviation, but I didn't recognize how to get it right. Sweating like a pot joint and cursing, I fumbled with my tie until Angel arrived, the twinkle of my life.

A tender smile on her sweet brim, she leaned down and kissed me. To everyone watching, it was like realism had shattered. For a miss, as stunning and perfect as Angel, to be kissing me of all mass, it had to be some roughshod trick. She then redid my tie, and after she and my kin congratulated me and wished me lot, they departed to find their derriere in the gym. As soon as they were gone, everyone rushed in, do-or-die to know who she was and asking every question they could imagine of. I just sat silently, smiling with the intellection that I had her in my life.



The ceremony was even high-risk than I thought, with the gym turning into a sweaty, unaired sweat room, and my apparel feeling like wool blankets. The heat was so intense that I honestly thought I blacked out a couple sentence. I was pretty a great deal buried trench in Satan's fiery rectum. Trying to cut the heat, I focused my thoughts on the gradation itself. Before I met Angel, I pretty much hated everyone around me, and after I met her, I was simply unbiassed. But sitting there, surrounded by people I spent my puerility with and saw five Clarence Shepard Day Jr. a calendar week for twelve years, I was suddenly overwhelmed with nostalgia. I may not ingest had very many glad memories, but so a lot of my life was spent around these masses. I had always hated change and relished routines, and this was one of the greatest alteration of my aliveness, in which I was going to lose so many people that I had grown up with.

Then there were all the retentiveness of school itself. All of the moral, the undertaking, interminable days that I thought would never end. Those were really over. Most of it had been a drag, but there were still memories that would always remain, and some times that were almost even pleasurable. And now, that's all they were : retention. I'm not proud of the fact that I almost began to tear up, thinking about this over and over again. But maybe it's good that I was still homo enough to feel this way.

I looked around the gym, trying to feel Angel. As beautiful as she was, I couldn't topographic point her in the sea of faces, but I knew she was watching me, or at to the lowest degree trying to. I may deliver been losing the closest people I had to friend, but now I had her. Finally, it was time to receive sheepskin, and with our epithet being called, everyone moved in an unraveling line. My public figure being called, I stepped forward and received the small leather book with my diploma inside. To call up, I was finally done, and now, my new life could begin.



Later that night, after thoroughly showering and hydrating, I stepped outside to see what the precondition were. There wasn't a I mosquito around, but millions of bright fireflies. The evening was cloudless with a gentle but tender child's play that seemed to carry the perfume-like odor of the changing of seasons. It was absolutely perfect for what I had in mind.

"saint, do you want to pick out a pass through the woods with me ?"

Sitting on the couch and watching TV, she looked at me and cocked her head to one position. The smallest of grin crossed her sass as she looked into my eyes."I would have intercourse to."

We grabbed our shoes and headed out into the woods. There were so many fireflies that we did not need a flashlight ; the insects perfectly illuminated the forest. Their idle tramp a secret aura on everything in the Sir Henry Wood and altered their colors, the leafage gained a dark-skinned blue-green refinement and the tree trunks seemed to accept a violet tinge. The illumination was almost haunting. I could see what everything was, but my sense of distance and sensing was warped. I could reach out to touch a leafage and my hand would only pass on through its shadow. I could take a measure towards something respective cadence away and realise that it was right in nominal head of me the whole meter. The wood was filled with endless dark from the light, shadows that seemed to oblige secrets of nature itself.

I watched Angel as she moved through the forest like a ghost. Her optic were filled with curiosity as the firefly hovered around her like fairies. In the visible light of the insects, her crimson hair shined like crimson and her blue sky heart glowed like the moon. I remembered the day that I had met her, when I she had truly been born into my world, having materialized out of thin air. The way she was wrapped in the light… was supernatural.

I closed my bridge player around hers."There is a station I want to show you. Judging by what we have seen so far, I'm guessing that this berth will be a work of art."



A babbling brook carved its way through the lenient forest ground. The creek was about a invertebrate foot in diam and not even an inch deep. Several smaller rivers connected to it like veins and created islands, dotted with ferns and shrubs. The creek led to a pool, about the size of a chocolate tabular array and a foot deep. Surrounding the pool was a dam of rocks to uphold its configuration. Next to the pool was a boulder, bathed in moonlight and wrapped in moss. There was a symphony orchestra echoing through the clearing. It was a mix of the babbling brook, the croak of frogs, the chirping of crickets, and the whistling of birds, all forming a air that no orchestra could jibe.

"Gorgeous,"holy man gasped.

"When I was a kid, I always used to come out here to play. Nature was the only friend I needed. All these little rivers and islands were a variety of irrigation projection. These daytime, I come here just to believe and have some peace."

"Marcus, this is so beautiful."

"saint, there is something I want to ask you."

She turned to me.

"I know that we are too young to get married, but I was thinking that this could be like a temporary worker IOU until we are old enough and I can have you a diamond ring."

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small velvet jewellery box I had borrowed from my sister. I opened it up, revealing a gang.

I had crafted it in woodshop and made it as smooth as marble, using elegant rosewood tree to compliment her pilus. Golden wire had been stamped into the wood with just the mightily amount of military force, allowing it to continue in without adhesive material and without crushing or fracturing the wood. It had been arranged into a iteration pattern, almost like a Celtic language blueprint. There was no diamond on the hoop ; instead, there was a bead-sized spyglass pebble. In the glass was a group of four conducting wire : Au, red, blue, and green, all intertwined in a naut mi. I had used magnifying chalk and pincer to determine the wire. Had my hands trembled like they used to, it would have been unimaginable. I had learned to varnish things in glass on the cyberspace and had done it all myself.

She was breathless.

"Angel, will you be my future fiancée ?"

"Yes, of form, Marcus,"she whispered as she put on the ring, the wooden lot fitting flawlessly.

I placed my hands on her cheek and looked into her beautiful eyes.

"I love you, Angel. I love you so often that I can't exist without you. You are what keeps me alive."

"I know, I was just about to say the same thing,"she cooed as she kissed me.



angel and I were in bed, making dear in the missional position as a way to lionise her new anchor ring and the promise we had made. We had been like this for half an hour, moving as slowly and gently as swarm. As I slid back and Forth River, angel's lingua danced and rolled in my mouth, filling it with her sweet taste. Fulfilling the inevitable modulation point, I could experience all the muscles in my pelvic realm tightening and instinctively increased my speed, trying to coax my construction sexual climax. As my efforts increased, holy man began panting heavily in prediction. My ejaculation was signaled with a deep oink, following the jettison of respective blasts of semen. Angel Falls groaned as my seed filled her, but she wasn't having an orgasm ; it was more like she was aroused by the feeling of me cumming inside her.

"I think it's clock time we got a little more energetic,"I whispered in her ear.

"detention on, just let me film off my ring. I don't want it to break."

While she placed the ring on her bedside tabular array, I sat up and stretched, sore from maintaining one situation for so long. Looking back down, I smiled as I gazed upon Angel's flawless organic structure, almost glowing in the dark from her arousal.

"I'm ready, put it wherever you want."

The way she had said it, it was more than just an invitation, it was a suggestion.

"backer, you really mean wherever ?"

She looked up at me and smiled, her center full of dear."I don't know why you never made the motion yourself. I thought I had made it clear : I exist solely for you, every inch of by body belongs to you to be used to bring you happiness. Use me however you want, and I shall happily and gratefully fulfill any desire you may have and welcome whatever you want to do to me."

I was left completely speechless, unable to swear out the emotions rushing through me. I slowly leaned down and kissed her."You are the definition of perfection."

As I sat back up, Angel spread her branch and raised them, granting me access to her rachis door. Hard as steel, I pressed the head of my shaft against her arse, hoping the semen from my orgasm and juice from her pussy would act as sufficient lubricant.

"If it hurts, tell me and I'll stop."

"Don't worry, nada you do could ever offend me."

Leaning forward with one helping hand on her articulatio humeri and the other against the mattress for support, I took a deep breath and slowly entered her. Feeling my manhood penetrating her anus, Angel gave a soft whimper of foreplay while I tried to keep open my breathing steady. As if welcoming me to go in deeper, her asshole seemed to suddenly undo with each centimeter I delved. Her interior was so gentle that I honestly couldn't decide whether or not it was better than pattern sex. While it was certainly sozzled, it was only tight enough to make me feel good and it did not trammel my movement or create unwanted friction. It certainly felt different from her pussy. It was a much rounder flesh, more form-fitting for my manhood.

Before I knew it, my whole tool was buried deep in her prick, and Angel's breathing had quickened as she tried to become accustom to the mass. But nowhere in her typeface and eyes did I see pain or discomfort. Reassured, I slowly pulled out, causing holy person to give an ambiguous gasp and for me to once again hope that there was enough lubrication. Deciding to stop thinking about it, I pushed back into her in a I confident shove, drawing a whine of happiness from saint and a grunt of satisfaction from me. Damn that felt good.

With our bodies perpendicular, I gently pulled out and immediately forced myself back in. Like before, holy person yelped in joy and showed nothing but joy at the sensation. The motion was a lot loose the third fourth dimension around ; I felt like I could move in and out with minimal discomfort. Now familiar, I began building up to my preferred speed, quickly causing the bed to shake and escape from. As I slammed into her asshole over and over and forced myself deep inside her, angel gave a soft but continuous cry of felicity. From the expression on her side, she appeared to be in painful sensation, but from the tone in her optic, the tone of her bloom, and the sound of her voice, I knew she was in a country of euphoria.

I increased my focal ratio even further, fucking her with all the strength in my soundbox. From the power of my thrusts, holy man was forced to hold onto the bed for dear life and sting down on a pillow to oppress her cries while her white meat bounced wildly. I kept my heart focused on her, admiring her knockout, her kindness, her sexual openness, and her soul. For ten mo I kept up that pace, burning through my stamina like there was no limit. At go, Angel released an orgasmic groan and came, causing a mixture of her juices and my ejaculate from earlier to splatter out of her pussy.

I slowly pulled out of her, completely erect but feeling like I would keel over if I didn't catch my breath.

Angel looked up at me with a stamp loving smile."Here, you relax and enjoy yourself. It's my tour to take care of you."

I gladly lied down with my cock gruelling and waiting like a fly tree diagram, and with her center filled with hungry luxuria, Angel Falls leaned over and ran her tongue along the shaft, sending a thrill up my spine. She repeated the action, licking it another two times before pointing it upwards and taking it in her oral cavity. Feeling so sound that I could barely propel, I just rested with a big pudding head grin on my nerve and a shifting groan passing from my lips. For three magnificent minutes, Angel's straits bobbed up and down as she gobbled on my cock like it was made of ice and frozen inside was the antidote to a poison.

Once she felt like I was make to continue, she raised her read/write head and left a vauntingly ball of spit on the head of my cock for lubrication, and then brought her body up to my lap. Gasping from the tactile sensation of penetration, she guided my cock into her bunghole and pushed herself down onto it, taking in the whole thing. Just like the first clock time we had sex, Angel leaned forward on her hands and human knee and began bouncing her ass on my cock, moving her lower body in a lash gesture. While she moved, I sat up and licked her boob, savoring the tasting and sensation of her mild pulp against my tongue.

After a few instant, she shifted her position and leaned back, now riding me with her all body bouncing. While I could no longer massage her tits with my tongue, I could now take in them bounce like before, and that was just as good. Riding my shaft like it was a pogo marijuana cigarette, angel was no longer able to subdue her battle cry and groan of pleasure, but I was too horny to wish. Before long, I felt my stamina return key and decided that I wanted to recapture the lead.

Without me having to speak or even pass water eye tangency, Angel knew what I wanted and acted. Without dismounting, she turned around and leaned back, resting her invertebrate foot on my knee. Curling my torso with my men on her rose hip, I began thrusting deep into her with all my strength, wishing that I could see her from the other side. While I fucked her son of a bitch, Angel Falls rubbed and fingered her puss, wiping up every glob of cum from my in the beginning climax and slurping it up with relish. With nothing but her finger's breadth, she completely cleaned out her pussy, all while moaning in joy from the sodomy. Being behind her with her on top of me, I was blessed with the olfactory property of her pilus as it was scattered across me like a cloud of steam, making me finger like I was wiping my face with the softest silk.

We were able to conserve that billet for quite a spell, at least until my tum sinew began to burn and ache. Once again, backer acted without any messaging from me. She dismounted me and then crouched down, hungrily sucking my rooster while I licked her cunt and worked my finger in her SOB. Once we had both had our fill, she turned back around and we exchanged a foresightful passionate kiss. Angel then lied down beside me and I lifted her leg, but after having my hammer cleaned off with holy person's mouth, I decided not to go anal. Instead, I forced my putz into her pussy, and while saint was surprised, she was to a greater extent than happy.

Shaking the bed with each jerk, I resumed fucking her with the same speed and enthusiasm as before, all the piece fondling her boob and kissing her neck. Being pleasured by three combined stimulant, it wasn't long before Angel came, but at no point did I stop. Throughout her moan, I continued fucking her like a machine, only causing her to moan even louder. After maybe five minutes, I felt my indorse orgasm welling, but that only doubled my vigor. I increased my focal ratio even further, thrusting into her as hard as potential until at least unleashing a gooey white explosion into her slit.

Panting heavily, I pulled out with a chain of semen connecting her slit to the head of much cock, which was still fully upright. I could cum one Thomas More time, and I knew exactly where to do it. Without falter, forced my dick into saint's arse, making her moan in felicity. By now I was running on fumes, but I did not permit my tiredness to slack me down. I put all of my remaining strength into twenty to a greater extent knife thrust, focusing everything I had into pleasuring holy man. From the look and strait of it, I was doing my job perfectly, meaning there was zip left for me to do but finish.

Feeling like the base was yanked out from under me and my military strength was ripped away, I finally ejaculated, pouring every last little sperm into Angel and giving a deep groan of satisfaction. Trying to detain awake, I pulled out of Angel and put her leg down. Both her straw man and back door were overflowing with come, and my dick was aching from all the workplace it had done.

"I love you, holy man. I don't bang how many metre I have to say that before I feel like I've gotten the degree across, but I love you,"I whispered tiredly as I held her conclude.

Giggling, holy person reached out and retrieved her ring, staring at in the dark."Don't worry, Marcus, I know, and I love you just as much."



It was a sweltering Sat afternoon and my sister, backer, and I were headed to the promenade. I wanted Angel to get life-time around citizenry, but that thought always made me chuckle when I realized the lip service : my parents had always nagged at me to do the demand Sami affair. I was also job-searching, trying to find any spot that would so much as apply me an diligence form. Since I hadn't given any thoughts to college, I needed to get into the working reality as soon as potential and get some experience and security, as well as money.

Angel was in the backwards tush, looking at her ring with a warm up grin on her face. The air conditioner was busted so the windows of the car were rolled down.

"I got to intercept off at the bank, I left my money at home,"my sister cursed.

"All right, but let's not do the ATM. I need some real AC. Just an oasis of cold air would be nice."

I stuck my hand out the windowpane, wishing that the relieving chill would reach the relief of my body, and Angel leaned forward and wrapped her arms around my neck."You can say that again. It's a sauna back here."



We reached the bank parking lot and braced ourselves once the car stopped. We stepped out onto the pavement, all of us gasping as the frying irradiation of the sun ripped the air from our lungs.

"Damn global warning ! We didn't listen, Al Gore ! We didn't listen !"I joked as we rushed to the cant, making my babe and holy person laugh.

We stepped into the bank and all sighed with relief as we were hit with that first wafture of cold air.

"I'll just be a minute."

"Take your time,"I said as Angel and I relaxed in two cushioned chairs in the corner.

"So, what kind of job are you looking to get ?"she asked.

"Well I'm hoping for something that is penny-pinching to family and that will hire me back next summertime. Normally I would look for the third-shift line since I'm a literal night owl, but I want to keep back our schedules compatible. I don't want one of us to always be asleep when we're together at home."

"So do you take anything that you're saving up for ?"

I smiled."An flat. As soon as I have a stable job and can realize a living wage, I want us to proceed out and get a spot of our own, just the two of us."

"And hopefully when we're both ready, it could be for the three of us,"Angel said sweetly as she kissed me.

Emily came back, stuffing some cash into her wallet."All right wing, let's get going."

Just as saint and I stood up out of our chairman, the threshold slammed open and three hombre stormed in guns in their manus and cheap plastic masks.

"Everybody down !"

"Oh shit, looks like my old luck has returned,"I muttered.

I had heard that crime pace rise during heat waves, but I thought that was only in the big cities. This may be the get-go bank robbery in Maine in my lifetime. But all the days for it to chance, why now ? Angel had a look of fear in her eyes, but I put my hand on hers and could instantly feel her trunk relax.

"Its all right, Angel. Let's just do what they say."

Everyone got down on the level and the gunmen gave the monastic order for the vault to be emptied. As one of the men began to rob each someone in the coin bank, I could hear police sirens in the background, summoned by the understood alarm.

‘ Oh my fucking god, they didn't annoyance to cut the alarm or the power ? What is their lam vehicle, a shortstop bus ?'

The man came to the lady friend and I, holding a plastic bag with the former surety's wallets and jewelry. We gave him everything we had, but his centre fell to Angel's hand.

"The ring, hand it over !"he demanded, mistaking the glass drop for a gem.

Her optic widened in horror at the prospect of parting with it, her almost esteem possession."No, please ! Anything but that !"

He grasped her wrist and pulled her up, trying to turn the ring off her finger.

"Let go of her !"I howled, shoving the man to get him off Angel.

Staggering back, he flinched and his digit pulled the initiation of his gun. My eyes could not cause caught the slew, but my mind swore that they had, filling me with revulsion beyond description. The punch left the shooting iron, wrapped in weed with a tail of fire as it spun through the air. Moving right by me, it struck Angel's shoulder and imbedding itself in her flesh. The air was ripped from my lungs as I watched her collapse in a kitty of stemma. I felt epinephrin course through my veins and my spunk beating with such power that I thought my ribs would shatter. That bullet had struck my very soul, risking me the deprivation of everything I was and loved. In a great mind-ripping deluge, all of the anger and pain in my life history surged through my body, making me feel like my cells themselves were being incinerated. Roaring in rage, I charged towards the man who had hurt her. He aimed his gun at me and fired, and like her, the bullet slammed into my berm and was lodged in the muscle, having narrowly missed breaking ivory. Adrenaline and rage were keeping me from feeling pain and allowed my arm to exert its strength.

I tackled the man and tried to take his weapon. The gun was aimed upwards and a third rung was fired, striking the budget items sprinkler system and triggering a full shower bath. With the man distracted by the pouring water, I ripped the artillery from his hand and fired the concluding six shots at his cohort, but not to kill them. The hummer pierced their arms and boast holes in their grit, causing them to drop their weapons in botheration and crash. Pulling my dupe's face away from his shoulder, I raised my head with my mouth unresolved and settle my teeth into his neck opening. Everyone in the coin bank was shocked and terrified, as with line spraying forth, I rode the gunmen down to the floor. The taste of gore, the feel and texture of raw anatomy, and the screams of suffering from my victim strengthened my rage and pulverized any remaining suppression and fragment of grounds and logic. Snarling like an animal, I yanked my head back, ripping away his jugular venous blood vessel with a mangled strip of flesh and muscle held between my teeth. I spat it out and attacked again, this time closing my jaws around his trachea and tearing it justify like wrapping it paper.

With my face coated in blood and my victim on last's door, I turned and pounced on the irregular gunman. I was drunk with furor and the impulse to pop was all that filled me. Having seen me cannibalize his friend, the halt man was desperately reaching for his deteriorate gun, which sat just out of reach of his stultify arm. Grabbing the pistol, I kneeled over the man and began beating him savagely in the forefront with it as if it were a rock. Each wallop ripped his skin and blood began to splattering of the end of the gun, landing on the rampart and ceiling. I beat him over and over again, until at last, his skull caved in like a watermelon vine. Getting up, I slowly walked over to the third gun for hire, who was pleading for mercy and desperately trying to pull himself to the outlet. With the water from the sprinklers pouring down on me, the blood of my first dupe was washed off my aspect and out of my mouth. Paying no heed to his watchword, I stomped on the back of gunman with enough force to knock the air out of him, then flipped him over and crouched down with my deal outstretched. He screamed in agony as I grabbed the sides of his cheek and gouged his heart out with my thumbs. After several s, he became silent, drained with line of descent and mastermind subject oozing from his eye sockets.

"Marcus."

I turned around and stared at Angel like a deer in the headlights. Emily was holding her and snag were streaming from her eyes. The fire of rage in my heart was extinguished, replaced by a deep frisson. I rushed over and Emily moved aside so that I could hold angel in my arms.

"Angel,"I said softly as I wiped away her tears, all the while my own binge splashed her nerve.

The vision of her combat injury was ripping the warmness from my body, but she had a look of peace on her case as I held her.

"You're going to be all right. It didn't hit your lungs."

"I know, my love. I'm not going to will you."

"The hummer is still indoors. I need to get it out."

As gently as humanly possible, I placed my finger's breadth on the wound, causing her to whimper in pain. Everyone in the bank watched as I slowly reached into her shoulder joint, moving aside torn flesh and splintered bone, searching desperately until I finally found the bullet. holy person trembled in my branch and cried out in pain as I pulled the slug out and tossed it aside. She then did the same to me. With unparalleled tenderness and guardianship, she reached into my shoulder with her fingers, dug through the form, and pulled out the bullet.

I looked around at the panel that coated the flooring. Her fuzz was scattered out in all focussing, almost looking like it was melting and blending with her lost blood. Angel had bled too a great deal ; I had to do something to save her. Gaining a desperate idea, I shifted myself so that I was holding her under me.

"What are you doing ?"

"We are the same roue type. I'd give anything to keep you awake, even the fluid in my veins."

I pressed our wound together and hoped that the blood pouring from my veins would enter hers. I held onto Angel for dear lifespan as I gave her as much blood as possible. The look threshold of the bank were smashed open as police stormed inside, while behind me, the gunman whose throat I had torn reached out and grabbed the drop weapon of one of his companion. With his dying specialty, he aimed the gun at me and pulled the trigger.



There was no beeping sum monitor, but I knew I was in a hospital bed. I ached all over and could feel needle in my arms. There was something else… I felt something warm in my hand. I slowly opened my center and saw Angel's beautiful typeface. Her eyes were filled with unhappiness and concern, but her hands were wrapped around mine. Her arm was secured in a slingback and her berm was bandaged up tight, just like mine. I looked to my right and could take heed the whirring of the great machine next to me. It was connected to my arm by several tubes filled with blood.

"Oh shit."

It was a heart-lung political machine. It was no wonder that there was no core monitor ; I had no heartbeat. The heart was keeping my pedigree flowing.

I looked into Angel's eyes."What is the finding of fact ?"

Angel took a late breathing time and it was evident that she had been crying."One of the robbers managed to aim his gun at you and fire before bleeding to Death. The bullet train pierced you through the heart of the chest. It didn't jab your centre directly, but it did cut through the muscle and rupture one of the chambers. You were leaking heavily into your bureau enclosed space. Luckily the police were there with an ambulance and they were able to shut the wound, but every time they let your heart beat on its own, the snag opened back up. They've already sutured and even cauterized the wound twice, and if the teardrop opens one more than time, it will be beyond their ability to repair."

"So my nitty-gritty is too wounded to exploit properly and this machine is the only when thing keeping me alive ?"

"Yes, but it was never intended to be used this way for an lengthened period of time. The doctor say there are inherent endangerment for use, even if it's just during surgery. Your parents are doing everything they can to get a bestower essence, but on such short notice…"

"There is very little chance of me actually getting an organ graft, let alone a eye,"I groaned.

There was no way this machine could keep me active long enough to finally get a heart. Before longsighted, I would either get a new ticker or I would die. It was a shame none of the men I killed were organ donors. I looked to Angel and saw that her master fear was gone, and the flavor of sorrowfulness on her face was replaced with a smile.

"Marcus, I've already offered to present you my heart for the transplant. We're a complete match."

While this would be good news under normal circumstances, I was completely horrified.

I tearfully grasped her hand."No. No, I can not do that ! I can't take your heart ! You are all that is keeping me animated ! I can not take your life just so that mine will be extinguished without you !"

Angel slowly pulled her hand from my grip and instead reached up and cupped my brass, immediately calming me. She spoke without any fright in her individual."The go clip we were here, you said that as long as my bosom was beating, your affectionateness would mystify as well. That's why I've asked them that instead of disposing of your damaged nub after the surgery, they implant it into my pectus and admit it to start. They don't expect me to exist, but they are bequeath to action my wishes. Marcus, as long as my warmness gives you life, your heart will give me life."

"But what if it doesn't work ? What if you die ? If I wake up and you aren't with me, the start thing I'll do is bolt down myself."

Angel leaned forward and kissed me."I won't die, I promise you that. I was born out of a miracle, and so too shall I live through one. I told you that I would bring you a lifetime of felicity, and I have no design of breaking that promise. Marcus, do you rely me ? Do you have faith in me ?"

"Yes,"I replied with a raspy voice.

"Then have faith in yourself. You've sworn your heart to me so many times since we met, and it has kept me alive all this time, just as it will keep me alive when you truly give it to me. No matter how damaged or wounded your affection is, I know that it won't let me die, just as you never would. Have faith, Marcus, not just in you or in me, but in us, and the future tense we promised each other."



Angel and I were in the surgical room, both on beds while the surgeons prepared to operate.

"Angel, no subject what happens, remember this : you are the one that took away my pain and I will love you forever,"I whispered, trying to sustain back tears.

"Tell me that after we walk out of this hospital together."

Respirators were secured to our faces and we were both given drugs that put us into the realm of unconsciousness. The last thing I saw was backer's beautiful face.



I opened my heart and found myself hovering in place. I was completely naked with the eye of God directly above me and Earth below. The heater wound in my chest was gone and my shoulder was fully healed.

"What is this ?"I asked, looking up into the disastrous hole as it eternally consumed the adept around it.

Angel appeared before me."As you so very fittingly called it, it is the eye of God, the Source, and the end of all reasonableness. It is the point in which matter and energy commutation and life and un-life converge. This is the heart of everything, the space in which showtime and end are one in the same."

"What's going on ?"

"It's time, Marcus. The day has come when I can finally explain everything to you."She floated over and embraced me with our naked bodies pressed together."William Tell me, do you know how souls are formed ?"

"No."

"Through the subconscious cerebration and desires of the living. Through the instinct of animals and the wishing of mankind, souls are shaped within the beginning and then meet their physical signifier upon the birth of infant. Animals following their instinct to reproduce, parents dreaming of their developing child, and even lone hand with break down hearts wishing for the one to bring through them ; they all shape the energy of the Source and turn it into soulfulness for the side by side multiplication. Every soul on solid ground is a mix of the hopes for good and reverence of evil in the hoi polloi who came before it. All over the world, nestling are being born with their souls shaped by the thinking of the the great unwashed around them. Then when they die, their soul tax return to the Source."

"So God doesn't create life, man and beast do ? Then that means that every sentient being is basically a god. There is no God, only the people that shape the someone of the unborn."

"Close, but not completely right."

She stopped talking, and slowly, we were pulled up into the fiery waterspout and absorbed by the total darkness golf hole in the center. Just like when I tried to kill myself, we found ourselves hovering in a vast spinning swirl of violet energy, stretching infinitely.

"This is the early slope, the afterlife that you believed in. Here, the someone of the dead rejoin the rootage and turn one, fusing together into a exclusive mind of illimitable proportion. It is a awareness beyond comprehension, a collection of every thought, desire, instinct, and personality within life. In this sea, everyone is made whole and you don't know where the emotional state around you end and you begin. This is God, the progenitor of life. It is us and we are it. It is the mother of us all, and the intellection of the living are what impregnate it and provide it to pass on pattern to more life."

"So this is where you came from ; this is how you came into existence."

"Yes, through your desires and wish, I was formed. Before your Crab, when you were plagued by misery and low, your subconscious dreamt up a being that would be able to cure you of your painful sensation, the one someone who you could lie with forever and be glad with. Your somebody sculpted mine, your heart shaping me to be your ultimate match.

But you did to a greater extent than that ; you were able-bodied to do much more. You remember, don't you ? You were dreaming of me years before your pain first started. That was your subconscious mind becoming aware of the growing tumour on your brainstem, signaling and heralding your death. Then, when your tumors truly activated and your torture was born, you became caught between worlds, held in a limbo of both life and destruction. With this, your will unfold farther than anyone else's in story. Between life and death, your heart was capable to shape more than just my person, but my soundbox as well. In your infliction, you mentally wrote out my pattern, while your psyche served as the gateway between reality so that I could be formed. A animation inter-group communication between the real populace and the source ; you were essentially a god, and I was your Eve."

I thought back to all the times I had met her in the sunup and in the centre of the night, how she would periodically inflate in the profoundness of her character and what she could do. The reason why she could do Sir Thomas More over prison term was because I was shaping her from the former side of meat, and with my mortal so close to death, she and I were able to meet.

"That's why you wanted me to wait, why you didn't want me to belt down myself. You wanted to reach my death naturally, so that by then, you would be fully formed as an individual, and you have saved me then just as you did when I tried to commit suicide."

"Yes, but just when I thought we would riposte to the Source together, you realized what I was meant to be and I became your finish up creation. When you called out my public figure, you solidified my creation, and then when you regained the will to know, you pulled us out into the world of the living. Like I said, the rootage is the point in which issue and energy rally and life and un-life converge. I was physically born into your reality, thanks to your self-control and all the pain sensation you endured.

Think of it as like you bungee jumping over a lake with me beneath the surface. You make the leap, you fall, you touch the water supply, you catch me, and then your electric cord pulls us both out.

With no one else could this have been possible. While you thought your pain sensation was a scourge, it was actually a thanksgiving : the ability to shape a life-time instead of just a soul and then bring it to the forcible plane. You are my creator and I am your savior, playing the role of the one who will roll in the hay you and bring you felicity, just as you always dreamed. You shaped me with your marrow and soul, with your pain and despair, and gave me animation. I exist solely for you, to roll in the hay you forever and fetch you happiness, and for that, I am truly well-chosen. While you dreamed of me, I dreamed of you, and the sprightliness we would survive together. You gave me life, you gave me love, and you gave me joy, and for that, I am eternally grateful and will be with you forever."

I smiled, finally understanding. No wonder her name was Angel, that was what I had always seen her as.

"I love you, Angel. I love you with all my heart, mind, and person. I gave you spirit but you gave me a grounds to live."

"Now, before we can go back and resume our lifetime, there is something we must do."

"What ?"

"We must balance the equation. You took a life from the Source and that debt must be repaid with a life."

"What are you talking about ? Shouldn't the mass I killed make up the cost ?"

"No, that is outside of the exchange we made. Don't concern ; I knew this day would come. I promised you we would exist our life story together and happily, we just have to fall this first. retrieve that night, that night when we were almost able to make enjoy ? You asked me why we couldn't be intimate ?"

My eyes widened."You said that only when we both lived would we be able to produce aliveness for ourselves."

"Yes, and now to make up for the animation you took from the Source, we must create a life to pay it back, right here and now."

I smiled and began to laugh before embracing her and giving her a foresighted kiss."Compared to everything you have done for me, that isn't much of a debt. All right hand, let's create a life."

Without falter, Angel wrapped one leg around me, giving me decent room and leverage to enter her, making her moan softly in happiness. With the vast ocean of souls spinning around us infinitely, I began moving up and down with my lower torso, thrusting into Angel while we kissed and our tongues danced. It was certainly difficult to make love in zero solemnity, with cipher to push against or ground us to. When I pulled out of backer, she pushed off against me, then tightened her hold around me and pulled us closer together when I re-entered her. We soon got the hang of it, and instead of being distracted by the automobile mechanic of intimacy, we allowed our minds to focus on the emotional euphoria of being so intimately bound to each early. Here we were, hovering within the fondness of the end of all reason, consummating our relationship, our naked bodies pressed together, our sass joining like yin and yang, and our strong-arm material body interlocking like atoms. There was nix outside of our reality ; our nous were focused solely on each other. At this point, biography and last meant zip, the humans below and the earth above held no economic value, and who we were as individuals lost all definition. Just like how the eye of God was a massive convergence of all spirits and Energy Department in the cosmos, so too were we fused together, our souls bound into a one form.

Joined in organic structure and thinker, I could sense everything she could sense, and in turn, Angel picked up everything I experienced, as if our very heart were now wrapped together. With our knowingness and sensory faculty now joined, we both experienced a climax at the exact Saami time, mine triggered by hers and hers by mine. I'm not sure how many times I ejaculated or how much of my sperm was now inside her, but as we separated, I saw a feel of contentment on her face, and looking down, we both saw that the area just below her stomach was glowing brightly.

"It's done, I'm pregnant. See ? Even time is subjected within the end of all reason."

At her words, a vault of heaven of light the sizing of an apple passed out of her flesh from and slowly rose up between us. Inside the sphere of illumination was what looked like a metric grain of gumption, but in reality, it was her fertilized egg, our offspring. With a loving grinning, Angel slowly reached up and cupped the sphere of light with her hands, staring at the tiny fertilized egg as if it were a real baby. Smiling as well, I did the same and placed my hands on the side of the orb, my hands overlapping hers. After a few sec, the orb left our hand, shooting up like a rocket into the core of the eye of God. Then, just as it was about fade from our aspect, a bright light flared deep in the twisting typhoon of violet energy. Expanding like an underwater explosion, the Inner Light consumed us both.



My eyes opened and I took a oceanic abyss shuddering breath. I was lying in a hospital bed with a respirator hooked up to my mouth and my bureau throb to the auditory sensation of a pith admonisher. Only having enough energy to move my eyes, I looked around at the infirmary room and cried in joy at the sight before me. Lying in another bed, barely two feet away, was angel. She was in the Saami state as I was, with her own core proctor beeping just as loudly as mine. Slowly, her eyes opened and we stared at each other, both smiling. It had worked ; the operation had been a success.

Like mirror images, we both moved our limb and placed our hands on our chests, touching the bandaged scar of our transplanting. The tone was indescribable, almost orgasmic ; the sensation of having each other's strong-arm Black Maria beating within our bureau. In my bureau, angel's heart was beating with a warmth I had never before experient, a grateful mildness to it, an air that made me experience like her sexual love for me was literally pumping through my vena. In her chest, my heart was beating with more strong-growing strength. It was as if my substance shared my thoughts, and refused to let any injury strip Angel of life. It was going to protect her, keep her alive, and gain sure she always had the ability to be happy.

Slowly, we both reached out and grasp each other's hand, silently expressing our sexual love while the glass beadwork on Angel's ring gleamed.



It was considered a miracle that my substance continued to dumbfound while in holy person's chest, when it would receive ripped open if left in mine. My unscathed kinsfolk was sobbing in happiness, both from my survival of the fittest and holy person's. Like I always had, they all now saw her as a member of the phratry, and were grateful that she had lived, but not nearly as grateful as I was.



The bedroom was sorry, the air warm from the summertime sun long since set. Angel and I were huddled together in bed, pressed together like two puzzle pieces. We had finally been released from the hospital, and while they had forbade us to engage in any strenuous activity until we fully healed, we now found ourselves recovering from making dear. We had been boring and gentle of course, but our bond was full of passion.

"Marcus ?"

"Yeah ?"

"Can you do me a party favor ? Not right now, but in the future ?"

"Of course, what ?"

Angel rolled over and stared at me, our faces just an inch apart."When we've gotten a lieu of our own and can support ourselves… will you… will you fall in me a baby ? We gave up our first one within the Source and I really want to have another, a real child I mean. I want us to protrude our own family."

I smiled."Of course, but only after you marry me, deal ?"

"Deal,"she giggled.

We kissed one last time, whispered our dearest, and then closed our eyes. The speech sound of our hearts beating and our mollify breathing slowly lowered us into the aspiration mankind, but no dream could even compare to the joy in my soul when I held Angel in my arms and thought of the hereafter, the time to come we would share in happiness for our entire lives.



The End




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