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Chapter 1



If mortal were to ask just who"she"was, I wouldn't be able to suffice, as I hadn't the fragile clue. A delusion ? Some kind of Angel Falls ? For the past tense five long time, I would recognize each break of day with the last tender fingerbreadth of a aspiration clinging to my judgment. I'd roll on my English, and lying following to me would be a girl of my age, but with knockout unmatched by anyone else on the planet. With liquidity legato tegument as sonant as advanced fruit, a skin color shade like that of molten bronze and ash gray mingle together, and bright blue optic that held alone kindness and warmth, the very tidy sum of her was like a religious experience. Her most paramount feature article was her hair's-breadth, an graceful crimson that could remove all veneration of ancestry from anyone's psyche. chemical group of fibril would stick together and then curl towards the end like a knife of fire, granting her a harden and yet untamable head of hair that hung down to her thighs.

Along with the face of a goddess, she had a figure that made a mockery of the word"perfection ”. Her glassy-smooth peg seemed to debase her miles, coming to an end at a full but taut arse end with the shaven entrance to her logic gate of heaven just barely visible under the folds of the cotton sheet. Her midsection was like that of a bikini role model's, with a concave dip on either face from her perfective tense slenderness. Cliché as the term was, she certainly had an hourglass soma. Last but not to the lowest degree, even though she looked only eighteen, she had D-Cup breasts that looked as delicate as weewee balloons but firm and lively.

Every day, I would wake up with her beside me, lying in bed naked as if we had spent half of the late Night making sweet, passionate beloved. Each time, she would come out to almost be faintly glowing, and coupled with her flawless dish, I was surely justified in calling her an holy person. Lying there, I would watch as her heart opened like the rising sun, letting me gaze into her beautiful megrims. Staring right back at me with interminable love, she would smile, hum, and hang back to sleep. Even while knowing how it would end, I would always hit out and try to equal her, desperate to experience some sort of test copy that she was real, 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-time and the ground why I went to bed each dark and plowed through each day. I had never heard her representative, never touched her, never been capable to speak to her, and I didn't even know her name… yet I loved her. She was my hush-hush, the one aspect of my life that I would never verbalise of, no matter what. When she first started to seem, I even obsessed over her. I would draw her every nighttime on a sketchpad hidden under my bed, remembering her visage with watch crystal clarity and moving my handwriting with accomplishment that I would never accept as my own, mirroring her ikon with graphite and newspaper with such familiarity that I would hold no question as to being possessed.

Ironically, she was actually the but dream I would ever own. I would get together her each morning in a half-awake state, but through the night, my mind's eye would see nothing but an endless expansion of swarthiness, in which I would linger aimlessly until waking up. The simply variance from the black sky was a single molecule of light in the distance, a jiffy star almost completely out of sight, then I would wake up to find the lady friend beside me. I often wondered if she was that whizz. She certainly fit the role. She was the twinkle of my spirit, a light I desperately needed, one of the last few grounds why I was still alive. Being able to wake up and see her each morning, even if for less than a moment, she supplied me with enough will power to endure the life I didn't want. But I have her, I'll always have her, and the day she disappears is the day I lose that net 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 Light Within had shone through my eyelids, stabbing my already sore mastermind. I could hear 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 side, but I delved into my cognisance in hunting of answers. I remembered sitting in class… 6th period. senior biota was half finished… but there was something awry. I remembered that my hands had been trembling, even more than usual. My skin was being pricked with invisible needles like all my tree branch 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 spinal column of the neck. I remembered falling out of my chair, roaring in agony as I collapsed to the floor.

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

"Kill me !"I screamed as the botheration intensified.



I sat on the infirmary bed with my vex parents, facing Dr. Turner, a blonde charwoman in her ahead of time thirties. I had an IV bag of morphia hanging next to me, trying to curb the chronic pain sensation that was ravaging my organic structure. I was receiving the maximum quantity possible, but even then, all of my hide felt like a blistering sunburn and my inside faired no better.

"What you experienced in class was a raptus, caused by multiple tumor in your wit, focused on two specific arena. It may be potential for us to kill them with a heavy loony toons of radiation and chemotherapy, but with how small and numerous these tumors are, the chances are slender. It's a completely new contour of Cancer the Crab, and we aren't sure as shooting what its long-term effects are."

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

"Not in the traditional mother wit, but we just aren't completely sure."She held up an x-ray of my brainiac and pointed to a clear place."That is the largest group of neoplasm and we imagine the quondam. However, whether they have grown over fourth dimension or have always been there is a mystery story. They are attached to your limbic system of rules. Specifically, they are growing from the part of your brain that produces the chemical substance serotonin, as well as other chemical substance that control temper. It appears that they aren't growing any further, but—"

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

She nodded and pointed to another bright place."Yes, exactly. Now as for the continuing pain, these tumors on your brainstem are the source. The tumors are basically rooting down into your queasy system, causing continuous foreplay of hurting receptor. They're basically acting as electrodes hooked up to your spinal column. It seems that until now, they haven't been large enough to trigger you continuous annoyance. You could almost say that the tumour have finally activated. What you're experiencing now, that painfulness is from the tumor simply existing. That capture you had earlier was the tumors reaching the peak level of foreplay and maximum. That may have been a one-time thing or they could randomly occur from now on while on top of your current condition.

"So is there any way to lessen the extent of my pain in the ass ?"

"Yes, with anti-convulsion medicine, pain killers, and maybe some antidepressants, we might be able to minify the extent."

"By how much ?"

"wellspring, at this point we can't quite be sure. With drugs, we can make it so that you won't black out if the raptus persist, make the nuisance tolerable, and maybe convey away the edge of the depression so that you won't become suicidal."

‘ It's too later for that.'“ So it won't bolt down me, but it will fill me with excruciating annoyance and cook me incapable of happiness ?"

"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 pharmacy to pick up my meds. I was holding my hands out in the cold October air as we drove, hoping that the raw chill might ease the dull pounding in my fingers. The pain lozenge were slowly kicking in, making it so that the stinging was bearable, but already, the Holy Writ"bearable"had gained a solid new significance for me. The drive home was silent, for my parents were trying to keep back tears, but I was composure. That's the one good thing about being suicidal : the prospect of your own death actually brings you peace. Now I didn't have to feel hangdog about killing myself. The essence it would receive on my kinsperson was one of the lone affair keeping me from ending it all. Now I could just let the cancer do it for me.

In a way, it felt serious to finally have an solution as to why I suffered from depression. I had been depressed for most of my eighteen class, even suicidal, completely in contrast to the well-to-do middle-class life I lived in my hometown in Maine. I couldn't even count the number of antidepressants, forced therapy lesson, and thoughts of longing to just die. There are the great unwashed starving all over the world, people suffering. It's a mystery to people like me why they just don't killing themselves. It is the only question I will leave behind. How do they have animation that make my horrors look miserable, but they have the will to inhabit that I lack ? That was always an issue nagging in the back of my intellect : being depressed without having a reason. It was that salmagundi of guilt for knowing that I should reckon myself lucky but the unfitness to do so, and the feeling of helplessness from the knowledge that it meant that aught could convert how I felt, and that if I would wish for death in a easy life, then I would care for last no matter what.

But now, I just don't guardianship. I don't need to give care. I may not have suffered as much as citizenry in Africa or other hell on earth like that, but… at to the lowest degree they are equal to of feeling happiness. Compared to them, I'm broken, and these neoplasm are the validation. I have felt the bite of a blade to try and offset out my inner pain with outer pain. I have felt my sanity ripped away by years of sadness. depression is more than sadness. It is the inability to feel joy. It's a missing foundation, like a construction with a swallow hole where its fourth cornerstone should be. No matter what you use to try and indorse the building, it'll fall away, and the building can never bear, until it too crumbles and falls into the pit. To live with depressive disorder is like running a Marathon with one leg, and the only aid you can get is people suggesting you buy a amend span of shoes.

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



Coming household, I went straight upstairs and hid in my room. I just wanted to go to slumber ; maybe it would ease my suffering. Downstairs, I could hear my parents telling my younger sister and brother the bad news.



I was completely in awe, hovering in empty space within my aspiration. Before me, roaring in limitless intensiveness was the single star I always saw when I slept. Before now, it had been little more than a 1 speck of light off in the distance, but now it was clearly in view, the size of the lunar month and nearly frightening, simply because I realized now that it was not simply a star. In actuality, it was a mordant kettle of fish, devouring a mavin from the inside out, sucking in the flame and gas of the celestial monster. 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 quail or diminish in size. It seemed more like it was constantly regenerating. cast of characters around the eternally-dying star was a super C oval-shaped nebula, about three clip as large as the star itself, and making the altogether thing resemble an eye with the mordant maw as the pupil.

"The eye of God…"I murmured.

While the star was beyond my homo comprehension in footing of size of it, I could feel myself being pulled towards it through the military posture of its gravity. Whether this was truly the eye of God, I could not be certain, but one thing I was certain of was that it was my last. No, this target within my dreaming would not stamp out me, but it was the symbolisation of my end. The cheeseparing my mind got to it, the closer my body got to destruction. At the beautiful mountain, I could not help but smile hysterically."I'm going to die, I'm finally going to die. Just a minuscule prospicient and I will finally find peace."

I closed my centre, and when I opened them again, I found myself back in my bed. As always, the complex quantity holy man was lying beside me, clearly visible in the Inner Light of the break of day sun. Beautiful, she was so beautiful. The two of us were less than a groundwork apart, yet it felt like a Roman mile. Lying there, this gorgeous hallucination in strawman of me, I felt my pain disappear like the quenching of a candle. Repeating my morn ritual, I reached up and tried to touch her, do-or-die to experience the sentience of her peel against my own. As expected, she disappeared just as I was about to build contact lens, but something stopped me from retracting my arm and letting it fall. My eyes wide, my hand shaking, I scanned through the tape sensations of that abbreviated second, desperate to figure out if what I had sensed so briefly had been real.

It was faint, so lightheaded that it was almost beyond the orbit of my sensory faculty, 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 heat. My rolled my hand around through the empty space she had left behind, running my fingerbreadth through the warm air as if her prospicient crimson hair were brushing against my medallion. I then held my hand up to my human 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 horse sense, but it was there, an odour so faint that I was actually working my brain into a concern trying to examine it. Roses, that was what it was.

Shaken by this new Revelation, I rolled over towards my window and winced from the light of the midday sun shining directly into my eyes. My parents had let me decamp school.

"I might as well get used to this…"

I immediately grabbed my bottle of meds as my agony began to flare from being conscious, downing two pills without anything to drink. It took prison term to get dressed, as I quickly found that my muscular tissue were plastered from the waves of throbbing pain. Aching all over, I walked downstairs and saw my dad in the life room, reading the newspaper. He was there to induce sure I got through the day without hurting myself. Trying to appease unnoticed, I snuck into the kitchen. The last thing I wanted was for him to want some longsighted conversation about how I could blab to him at any time and all that other clobber. I took my antidepressants and convulsion meds, and made myself a pipe bowl of cereal. Just as I was crossing the kitchen with the sports stadium, a bolt of electricity shot up my spine, making me feel like I was being flogged with luscious Chain. I dropped the roll with a loud smash and collapsed to the trading floor, gripping my skull and bellow in anguish. This was even worse than my maiden seizure, a level of painful sensation reserved for the unsaved souls of Hell. My dad bolted out of his chairwoman and rushed over to me. Within thirty minute, it was over. I could feel the pain in the neck ebbing away, until it was at its normal 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 broken sherd of the bowl and stood up."I'm going to be having these seizures for the rest of my life sentence. I can't go to the hospital after every one. I'll get used to them eventually."



I suffered two more seizures that day, both of them causing me to fall to the floor in agony. My mom got place with my honest-to-god sister and untested brother. They all paused when they saw me in the TV room. I was watching a horror movie and the room was dark. There were bags under my eye from the variant of my seizures and my hands were trembling more than usual. I looked at my mom and gently judder my head word. She got the message and slowly pulled my siblings away.

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

"Emily, you wouldn't fall out to experience what my preparation is, would you ? Did you talk to my teacher ?"I asked my sister.

"No."

"I need to channelize back to school day tomorrow, I can't afford to lose two mean solar day as a senior."

"No, absolutely not,"my mom argued.

"I need to go back to school sometime, and this annoyance and these seizure aren't going to go away. I have cancer, not some goddamn cold that will go away after a day of rest."

Everyone tensed as I mentioned the malignant neoplastic disease.

"There is no rationality for me to stay home."



The sky was a dark gray and sleeting as my dad drove us to school day. early scholar were swarming in to get out of the rain and snow as the doors were finally unlocked. First period was about to start and I hadn't wanted to look for it with all of the other tiddler. The death thing I needed was an awkward twenty proceedings outside the schoolhouse 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 grounds for me to stay 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 harsh winter. crepuscle hadn't even ended and the solid ground was covered by a metrical foot of Baron Snow of Leicester and ice. I didn't notice the cold as I walked towards the school. I was the cobbler's last person inside and I quickly headed towards my commencement class. I was hoping to stay unnoticed, putting off the inevitable gracelessness. I stepped into the small schoolroom, trying to enshroud behind the crowd of kids getting into their fanny. 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 attendance. I became more and more tense as he approached my name.

"Marcus Clive ?"he asked, doubtingly.

"Here."

As one wave, everyone turned to me.

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

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

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

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



I walked down the crowded halls with everyone staring at me. Every few endorsement, someone would ask me a interrogative sentence about the disease in my brain or tell me all that lame bullshit about how I could blab to them at any time. I reached for my lozenge the second enough time had passed since my last one. Just as I put my hand on the cap, the sense impression of being stabbed in the book binding of the skull with a nail bat ran through my body, sending me tumbling down to the storey and roaring in pain in the ass. People around me freaked out as I writhed on the floor, gripping my skull as the tumour on my brainstem all sent a particularly strong microseism through my brass. Within several arcsecond, it was over. I lied on the floor in a moth-eaten sweat, slowly trying to get up.

I raised my head and coughed up a mouthful of blood onto the story. The accent of my unceasing pain, coupled with my seizures had ruptured an artery or vein somewhere. People tried to help me up but I waved them away. I took two pills and ignored the voices 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 bleacher where educatee could sit during lunch if they didn't want to be at a board. 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 talk, I could talk to her.

‘ You're only saying that because of my cancer. If I didn't have a encephalon full of tumors, nothing would change between us. I barely even know who you are.'I fought the enticement 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 hundredth prison term, trying to avert the gaze of the people looking at me and loathing what everyone was. humanness was as lots of a Cancer the Crab as the tumors in my learning ability, and I hated my species with every character in my being. I hated the helplessness, the greed, the stupidity, the shortsightedness, and every other thing that made us the grow over cockroaches that we were. I had to hate them, for my own good. Even before my cancer, my life had been agony. My idea was ravaged by its own low temperature existence, all this clock time cheated out of chemicals like serotonin. For most of my life history I haven't known what ataraxis, happiness, or sanity meant. I'm trapped in a realm of beingness that I can not escape from, and no topic how well I live, be it a billionaire or a homeless person vagrant, my misery and anger will be never leave me. That lugubriousness had in time been twisted into hatred, the feeling of not belonging to any part of the man decaying into loathing for that world. Hatred is my only means of survival of the fittest, the only choice to wallowing in despair. It hurts less to hate the world around me than to want to be a role 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 honorable than everyone because he sees everything in a outwear lighter. societal constructs and normal always seem like a dazed waste of meter to me, but I only think they're pillock 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 better than them. If anything, they are all better than me. I envy them all ; begrudge them for the life story they get to experience, the mental constancy they get to enjoy. mixer lives, friendship, Latinian language, just the ability to integrate within collective and find joy and understanding… There are scholarly person down below me who are parts of something bigger, be it something as round-eyed as a school cabaret, but I'm simply not capable of being able-bodied to do that.

I looked at the tables surrounded by just young woman. There was a clock time when I would have sold my soul to just feel a fille who would go out with me. In my sum, I knew that only love or decease could bring me peace, and I had known it for yr. For close to a 10, I had been looking for my soul partner, the one girl who could take away my pain. At least, that's what I used to want. Now I knew it was too late.



I staggered through the hallway, trying to reclaim from a raptus only a few moments'prior.

"Marcus, do you require to talk ?"

I already knew who it was. Her name was Julia, and she was one of the few people who were prissy to me. Well, she used to be. I hadn't talked to her since sophomore year. She was variety and beautiful, and for a while, I thought that I loved her. But then I learned that she had a swain, and after that, I simply lost interest. Now I saw her simply as a nuisance, a admonisher of the days of wishing I could be with her, no subject what the cost, mean solar day when my nuisance and despair were euphoria compared to my current agony.

"No."

"You need to talk to someone."

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

I spat out a mouthful of rake. The haemorrhage would always get after every seizure.

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

"Because I'm in infliction ! I've been in painfulness long before I got these tumors. I used to think that either love or dying could heal me, but I hate this world and everyone in it far too much to ever fall in love ! I'm already dead, I've been all in for as long as I can remember, but for some understanding, my body won't take the jot and croaking, so I'm stuck in this wretched and agonizing bag of shape and bones, trapped in a world I despise and surrounded by a species that I pray would go out ! You've made it illuminate that you can not be the one to assist me, no one can. I can only suffer until my abominable existence wipe 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 cursed existence. If you want to help oneself me, then put a smoke in my head."



Wanting some fresh air and deciding it would be better not to run a risk having a seizure on the bus, I walked plate. The weather wasn't too bad, and the coldness helped alleviate my nuisance a lilliputian, plus it gave me time alone with my thoughts, free from distraction and noise. Walking along the ice-caked road with my hood tightened to keep my ears warm from the snow, I let my mind wander back to my dream. If what I had concluded about that star was right, then my destruction truly was approaching and would soon reason. Even if what Dr. food turner had said about my cancer not being concluding were castigate, the side effects sure would be. How long could the human body truly stopping point when forced to suffer interminable distortion ?

‘ Whether or not it is my true death or not, until that time comes, this is how I must demonstrate through time. Whether I will persist in to exist in some former configuration is irrelevant, no mind can truly understand the meaning of death or the exercising weight it carries, therefor, it can not exist within our brain. We can not comprehend death, we can not understand it, not without experiencing it ourselves, at which point in time, we cease to exist. Therefor, expiry is incomprehensible ; it is the end of all reason, in which all human regulation and assumptions become nonmeaningful. We can only interpret affair that exist, while we ourselves exist, so while we may reverence death, it is impossible to become mindful of it ourselves.

We can not feel our own death, just as we can't feel nonexistence. We can watch others die, we can feel our own lives slipping away, but we can not feel that final moment. We can not screw precisely when it ends. We can see a million people die, but we can not see our own. It's like every single mortal is an god surrounded by mortals, a continuing paradox of reflexion and ignorance. life sentence occupies the entireness of our minds and our being, it is infinity ; it is the endlessness. Death is the creation outside of infinity, the realm beyond debate, in which kickoff and end are one in the same.

If I can not happen or detect the end of my life when it happens, then through my sentience, it will never happen. I am immortal, and the sole way for my demise to occur is for everything and nothing to clash and end my existence. Or am I unseasonable ? Will I cover to exist beyond Death ? Will I live on, even while my body hogwash in the ground ? Is there a life history after this one ? Is it in effect ? Is it risky ?'



"Hey Marcus, want to play chess ?"my brother Phil asked.

I was sitting on the sofa in the aliveness way, watching TV with a wet towel on my header. I had been feeling hectic all day. Phil was three long time untried than me and had the same black hairsbreadth as I did, though his was cut shorter and he had a different off-white social structure. He and I had been playing chess for eld and he had never once beaten me. You could say it was the one activity we did as sidekick, and from what I guessed, this was his attempt to try and distract me from my pain.

I shrugged."Yeah, sure."

Phil sat on the former end of the couch and the add-in was set up. I kept my eyes focused mainly on the TV, looking at the board only when it was my turn. I had some trouble moving the piece ; my fingers felt stiff and brittle.

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

"What ?"

"Come on, I know you're a starter, but you've always been on the societal circuit. You must eff someone who can sell 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 out me, but it was a hollow victory, especially with how quickly he won. I knocked over my power with a click of my tongue.

"well now, it looks like the old Rex is utter and the new Billie Jean 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 doorway.

Emily was a year younger than me and a Junior. She had my mom's blond hair, but it was mixed with my dad's nighttime 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 shit, Em ! It's goddamn marijuana, it's completely harmless and you know it !"

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

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

"I wouldn't believe it if it did. I'm just hoping that it can take a leak thing easier. come up on, pot is probably the least unsafe thing I could put in my system these days and the governance banning it is one of the most retard things in the history humanity. It's a nookie industrial plant that makes people feel good. Besides, let's say the anti-pot propaganda is truthful and it is bad for me, do you honestly think that I'll live long enough to face the consequences ?"

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

"Emily, I'm already on borrowed time. The moving-picture show is over, the credits are rolling, and Rotten Tomatoes gave it all negative reviews. I'm going to die soon, I know it, so just be a good Sister and let me be a little selfish before I kick the bucket."

Emily sighed."microphone Broflovski, you can find him under the football bleachers at school. I don't know anything else about him."



I was lying in bed, staring at her longingly on another school dawning. With my eyes fixed upon her hallucinatory figure, the fervour of agony within my trunk were silent, nearly making me sob tears of joy. It had been almost a minute since I had woken up and saw her candid her eyes before falling back to sleep, but for once, I managed to overcome my desire to try and allude her, and instead was letting the delusion continue, or whatever it could be called. She was sleeping, this girl who's epithet I did not fuck, this beautiful angel conjured up by my mad somebody. She was sleeping so peacefully that I wasn't sure I could ever overcome my guilt trip if I disturbed her.

I could have lied in that lovesome bed for the remainder of my animation, just staring at her. With each hint she took, I could see her chest rising with the elaboration of her lungs, and the flutter string of her blood-colored fuzz. The cover of my bed was barely wrapped around her beautiful skeletal frame, letting me front upon almost her entire body. Piercing this real-world ambition, my alarm system clock began to toot. Knowing that it would mean her disappearance, I reluctantly reached out over her to change state it off. Even with the inactivation button pressed, the lady friend remained with my arm stretched out over her like a bridge. She had never stayed this tenacious before, was the hallucination just growing in depth ? Would I finally be able to tinct her ? Humming in blissfulness, she opened her eyes and stared at me with a small but cherubic smile on her lips.

She spoke.

Her phonation was inaudible, but her lips parted and shaped the words with inexplicable care, like a professional artisan sculpting a spinning clay pot with her helping hand. I had never been one for reading lips, the ability completely eluded me, but once, just this one fourth dimension, I was able to read the formation of the words like a hopeful neon sign, and pick up them whispered in the centre of my mind.

"I love you."

Three parole, three simple words, but the weight they carried pushed me over the sharpness. Unable to obligate the tears of joy back any longer, I desperately reached out to encompass her, only for her to disappear before I could be blessed with her touch.



I stepped into the cabinet elbow room of the school. It was time for gym class but I wouldn't be participating. My constant bother was my lasting alibi. Why couldn't this malignant neoplastic disease have kicked in when I was a newbie ? I stuffed my back pack 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 epithet was Tom, and he was nothing but a spunk and bully. He had tormented me all throughout midriff and heights school, an additional violence driving me into depression. He was probably one of the magnanimous reasons as to why I wanted to die.

"Tom, leave him alone, he has Crab,"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 judgement, something snapped. The anger, which had always been suppressed by the fear of consequences, finally broke free. Tom was big than I was, but I didn't tending. Practically foaming at the sass, I reached out with both hands and grabbed him by the throat, slamming him against the lockers. I was strangling him with all the effectiveness I could gather in my demented body, using adrenaline to increase the top executive of my muscles. I had my quarter round pressed against the main arteries in the side of his neck, halting the flow of rakehell to his brain while robbing him of the ability to breathe. He couldn't focussing enough to use his implements of war to free himself. I would normally never retaliate like this, as I had learned early in life that the bullies always got off without a single slap on the articulatio radiocarpea but the victims who defended themselves basically got the chairman. There was cipher that could be done but lead the pain and hope your tormenter would eventually get bored. For what I was doing, I could easily get expelled, but not a 1 part of me cared. If I was going to exist a life of agony and die an early death, I might as well do whatever the fucking I wanted and drag some by-blow down with me.

"How about I correct some of the bullshit spewing out of that deformed pile of Gy issue you call a brain ? first of all, I don't fall down. I have goddamn seizures. sec, the tumors in my head are strangling my limbic system just like I'm strangling you, meaning that my brain is now incompetent of producing chemicals that let me finger anything early than misery and anger. net but not to the lowest degree, when I have a seizure, all of my sens are so overwhelmed with the painful sensation that I collapse as I am bombarded by waves of excruciation. I suffer every second, but when I have a seizure, it makes being lit on fire seem like a massage ! Have you ever been in so much infliction and wanted to die so bad that you almost used your own fingernails to slash your wrists ? I think anyone would shed some rent if they experienced that."

Tom was turning bluing from the throttling and I had to fight with everything I had to hold on from murdering him right hand then and there in presence of everyone. Instead of ending his life, I threw him down at the footing, inadvertently smashing his face against the recession of one of the locker room benches. The impact completely shattered his eye socket and fractured his skull. Another few centimeters and his eye would take in been permanently lost. After he fell to the land, I finished with a kick to the jaw, busting up almost half of his teeth. Tom was passed out on the level and pouring parentage with everyone staring at me in fear.

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



Tom was rushed to the infirmary and I was suspended for the rest of the month. Under pattern lot, I would birth been suspended for a replete month or even expelled, but the punishment was light for respective reasons. Tom had been the school bully ever since 6th score and was aught but a slimy strong-armer. He treated everyone like jack and teasing individual with genus Cancer was the worst affair anyone had ever seen. Everyone in the locker way 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 induce been done long ago was Tom being lined up in front end of a inflammation squad and shot. I knew in the back of my intellect 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 light because of the recent hurt of learning of my disease.

My parents immediately picked me up from school. During the ride dwelling, they constantly contradicted themselves. They would say how a lot 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 care about being suspended, and blessing vacation would come a few hebdomad after I got back, letting me have more time to loosen.



As the years droned on, I spent my meter watching repugnance picture. The lights would be turned off and I would laugh bitterly during every gruesome kill. revulsion movie were one of the few thing that I didn't hatred. The fact that I watched them in the shadow on Fri and Sabbatum Nox, while nearly mass were hanging out with champion made my parents nag nonstop about my social behavior. They would secern me that I need to pass time friends, and I would secernate them that I didn't want friends.



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

Ever since she had first spoken ( albeit while mute ), I had been hoping and wishing that whatever it was, be it a hallucination or paranormal issue, whatever it was that allowed me to see her each morning would allot me the ability to interact with her even further. At the question, she batted her eyes coyly and rolled onto her back, letting the pale twinkle passing through my window shine down upon her naked organic structure. The girl looked at me, giving a sleepy smile as if waking up on a Sunday aurora with nothing to do but doze.

"My name is…"

The name was spoken, entering my head and drawing mix-up. I repeated it, uttering the unexplainable noise even without understanding it. The noise was not a tidings, consonant, or vowel, it was like naught 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 able to repeat the speech sound if I so desired. The girl smiled as I said her name back to her, as if what she had told me and what I had said was her veridical name, but my mind would not permit me to be aware of it.

"Who are you ?"I again asked.

The girl smiled and repeated her statement as well. This fourth dimension, I instead focused on her vocalism. This was the first clip I had ever heard it, and it was more beautiful than I ever imagined. Clear as the chiming of a Vanessa Bell but flaccid as the coos of pigeons, the sound of the three wrangle preceding the blur that masked her name was like a lullaby.

"What are you ?"

Breaking persona, the fille moved towards me, slowly yet suddenly, and nearly making me jump. She brought her face up to mine, our lip almost touching while we stared into each other's oculus and exchanged the like breath.

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



I stepped into the school on the for the first time of November, and it was as if prison term stopped upon my reaching. Everyone was standing like statues while staring at me with both fear and wonder. With my usual stony frown and grey-haired hood pulled up, I took a pain pill and proceeded to my locker. I was walking with a limp, for I had suffered a ictus in the shower earlier that sunup and banged my leg. My dad was now adding a safety rail in case of another seizure.

After I stopped off at my locker, the great unwashed started bombarding me with questions as they had done on my first day back. They asked me to assure them what happened in the locker room, even though the hombre in there had already retold it a thousand times. They also asked me to replicate what I had said about my genus Cancer, for that had been the first metre I had actually described it to someone. I just ignored all of the questions, acting like they weren't there. There was no cause to answer, even if it was just to be genteel. They meant aught to me, and once I graduated in the spring, I would never see them again.



I was lying in bed, holding a junction the size of a cigar. I had bought all the pot I could off that Mike guy and told him that he had better have more when I came back. If I was going to muff my savings on pot, I might as well get some customer service. I always had a few hours to myself after every school day, my sib would be hanging out with friends or be bring sportswoman and my parents would be at work, leaving me with the house.

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



I began getting into more engagement at shoal. Quite simply, I was done with the bullshit. If anyone insulted me, gave me lip, or got on my bad side, I did not hesitate to throw a punch. I was going to die soon so there was no reason to give a fuck about anyone or anything I decided I might as well deal with old business sector while I still had meter. A lot of people had made my aliveness a incubus and I was paying them back. I received my just share of combat injury, I was often sporting a black eye, busted lip, or bruised face, but as long as I didn't suffer a seizure during a combat, I normally won. I guess that was one advantage of full-body endless pain : your foeman can't do anything to bring in you bruise anymore than you already are.

The schoolhouse tried to ignore my actions, or at to the lowest degree punish me lightly. Each altercation earned me a couple sidereal day suspension, but they didn't have the nervus to go any farther. The school system and I had bad history, and they certainly had a lot to excuse for. My parents were the like, putting up a false forepart of curse while being unable to gain the braveness to punish me. They knew that I was self-destructing, acting out to try and cope with my pain. It was the only matter I could do.



It was the day before Thanksgiving and my relatives were expected to arrive in less than an minute. They all knew that I had Cancer and I was not looking forward to some goofy home reunion. 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 make a big dinner.

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

Before my mom could reply, I stepped outside and into the virulent cold. There was no malarky, but the air was frigid and raw. The air was cleared, showing a pale blue air sky as the sun slowly drifted towards the horizon. The surrounding area was a mix of buddy-buddy woodwind and marshy W. C. Fields, the brown landscape now painted white. I started walking down the side of the route, not caring where it took me, even though I knew exactly where it led. The Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin and crushed rock on the slope of the roar was filled with scraps, from beer bottle to void fag cartons. The cars that drove past me hit me with a sudden breeze, like a final stage dying breathing place. The raw cold air, the bare landscape painting, the taunting dawdler of machine driving by, and the glass around my feet was both comforting and depressing. The frigidity helped relieve my chronic pain and the barren scene made me feel more at home, but with each empty coffin nail cartonful I kicked aside and each car that broke the silence, I was reminded of how alone I wanted to be and how often I couldn't be.

I soon arrived at the wooded park down the route from my house, but I wasn't ready to go place yet and I needed a fault from the cars and the route. There was no one else around ; even a member of the most bitter and chaotic family would choose to remain home rather than be subjected to this bitter cold and wind. I entered the forest, following the footprints of dogs and their owners, lightly covered by a sprinkle of fresh snow from the Nox before. As always, my opinion were on my own mortality, as I tried to cipher out how very much clock time I had left. I should probably initiate making a will for when my body gives out and I at finally accomplish death, but what did I want ?

I came to a diaphragm, my eyes wide, my breathing shoal, staring at the animal before me. Resting against a precipitate tree to get out of the wind instrument, a coyote lay on the cold-blooded primer. Its chest heaved slowly, causing the dry out blood around the bullet combat injury in its side to crack. Almost every night, the brush wolf could be heard yipping and howling in the farthest reaches of the forest, but this was the first time I had seen one up close. From the looks of it, it had probably wandered onto someone's yard and the place owner shot it to take indisputable no others came by. From the coagulation, it had likely happened the previous night, but from the position of injury, it was probably still bleeding internally and had organ damage. The fact that it had been able to hitch this far into the Grant Wood was a miracle.

I approached the hurt creature, slowly, but without fright. Right now, it was at its most unsafe, but what was the worst it could do to me ? Bite my hired man ? I wasn't sure I'd even sense it. The coyote looked up and gave a balmy growl, but was too banal and frigid to even indicate its teeth. I crouched down before it and reached out. It tried to bite me, but its fangs missed and I managed to take a breather my hand on the top of its head. Knowing it could not keep the bluff up any longer, it laid its head back onto the cold ground and waited for death. I brought my hand to its chest, feeling its desperate breaths and its feeble marrow beating.

Too tired to move its head, the coyote shifted its gaze upwards, looking past me. I followed its optic to the barren tree ramification above, contrasting against the even's pink sky. For all I knew, this creature and I were thinking the Lapp matter. Would I ever see green leaf on those branches again ? Or would this be my last winter ? Would I die, pathetic and in painfulness, or was there even a glimmer of a luck for me to live my life without hiding from the humanity ? Would the day ever come when I too can bask in the sun ?

Solemnly, I reached in my pocket and pulled out my Swiss people United States Army knife. I couldn't leave this animal here to suffer. I had to put it out of its wretchedness. I folded out the tongue and put the tip to the back of the coyote's rachis. I hesitated, spending another minute looking into its eyes and feeling its body tremble. I had never killed an animate being before, not counting the one or two shiner I had run over when I was learning to get, but this thing was much bigger than they were.

"You and I are exactly the Saami. The lonesome dispute are that you probably want to proceed living… and I wish mortal would be merciful enough to do this to me."

Taking a mysterious breath, I forced the blade into its neck, severing the nerves as best as I could. Its dead body gave the low twitch and then everything became still and its centre closed. I stayed there a footling while recollective, feeling the heat slowly leak from its consistence. I reached behind it into the volcanic crater of dirt of the uprooted tree and grasped a belittled smattering of icy grime. I rubbed it between my paw, letting it thaw so that the sense of smell of the food could slip justify. I stared at the dirt, moving it around to separate the minerals from the decaying thing, and then sprinkled it on the slain animal. Soon, I would die, just like this coyote, and I would return to the earth, just like everything else. For the first time in a tenacious while, 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 dying, not hide from it in a pine box while noxious chemicals keep me from rotting. I wanted to feel the stain on my face, to be enveloped by the earth, and maybe have a tree diagram planted over my grave. At least then, the worms and the plants would get more use out of my body than I ever did.

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



I stepped through the front doorway of my home and was instantly bombarded by hug and greeting from my congenator : full cousin, aunts, uncles, grandparents, and everyone else. I could sense the awkwardness underneath their word as they asked how marvellous I was and all of the other cliché inquisitions.

"dinner party is set up !"I heard my mom birdcall from the kitchen.

I had no appetite.

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

Before anyone could even try to break me, I went upstairs and into my room. I moved to my bed, wincing as my muscular tissue became more and Thomas More sore. I lied down and let my aching organic structure settle.

"Please, just let me sleep and not wake up."



"Why can't I hear your public figure ?"I asked, speaking to the fille while the delusion would let me.

Having already gone through the record movements and action, the young lady opened her eyes and gazed at me with her usual warm smile, while almost laughing in a blue-blooded hum.

"Are you even genuine ?"

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

hearing her speak warmed my core with the possibility that maybe she wasn't just a figment of my imagination."Yes, no… I'm not sure."

The girl then moved closer to me, closing the gap between us and reducing it to a few unendurable in."If I don't exist, if I am just a introduction of your own thinker, then you should be happy. 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 wish it."

I put my manus over my face and rolled onto my back, having suddenly felt my heart watering up. Every password 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 good enough. I need you with me. I need you to be literal. I don't know why, I just need—"

I was silenced, my whole trunk brought to a complete plosive consonant by the sensation of the young lady leaning over and pressing her lips against my own. I moved my hand away from my eyes, in accomplished and utter unbelief. This was the number one sentence I had ever been able-bodied to impact her, and that initiative touching was expressed through my first buss. Her face, so closing to mine, I could see every undivided detail of her visage and saturate myself with her flushed fragrance. The sensation of her rim against mine, it went beyond just canceling out my pain, it made me feel… good. I felt happy, euphoric, like I had just been working for three days straight and was settling into a hot tub. Her lips were so soft and affectionate, but also carrying a blue-blooded smell. 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 middle. She then sat up and moved on top of me, her hands pushing down on my shoulders and her longsighted redden fuzz hanging down around our faces like a curtain, seceding the blank space between us from the external world and making it all our own. Staring at her fully breasts and feeling the smooth lips of her snatch rub up against the jibe of my set penis ( with only the fabric of my shorts separating them ) was driving me crazy with hormonal lust.

In all honesty, I hadn't been this aroused in months, I could literally palpate the blood pumping furiously through my body and firing up the long-dormant part of my brain that I had ignored for so prospicient. But beyond her ravisher, beyond her au naturel body resting on mine and making me horny than ever in my life, the greatest tactual sensation was her free weight on me. It was existent. I could feel her pushing down on my shoulder, sitting on my lap. I could even hear the outflow of my mattress creak beneath us. This weight unit was real, it had to be, and that meant she was real.

"You need me to be rattling because you need to believe that there is some aspect of this world that can make you felicitous, that there is at least one person who can acquire away your pain in the ass. But if I am just a instauration of your own mind, then you should be overjoyed. It means that you hold the key to your own happiness, and wherever you live, no topic how you live, you can shit it paradise."

The words were whispered and her nerve was lit with tender care and love. The young lady then leaned down and settled herself on top of me like a cat, her chest pressed against mine and her face buried in the side of meat of my cervix. Her body, it was so warm and soft, I was completely at a loss for words on how to describe it. All I could do was enwrap my arms around her womanly form, hold her tight, and cry crying of joy. I didn't precaution, real or not, she was here with me, and that was all that mattered. Whether she was some sort of holy person from heaven or just a figment of my resource, as long as she was with me, I'd be happy.

"Marcus, amount on, it's fourth dimension to wake up. You've been in bed for too longsighted,"my mom said, knocking on the door.

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

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



Even if my dreaming had now reached new levels of depth and I could interact with the girl more than I had ever hoped, that didn't help my day by day modus operandi. In fact, it made it worse. Spending every second longing to go back home and go to bed so that I could stir up up beside that miss, my life became even more paltry. Everything that made my day difficult became horrible, and everything that had never bothered me before was now a bane, as it required fourth dimension and stood in my way. Add that to my continuous painfulness and my multiple daily gaining control, and each day went from being an endless hell to a taunting neediness of the one lightness in my hellish life history.

Such lively contact like that limited night before was rarefied and not often repeated. The girl still appeared every first light for a few minutes, but I could rarely do anything to a greater extent than touch her gently with my hand. Going further would have her to disappear. She never spoke much, only when I said something to her or asked her head, and even then, her answers were uncomplicated and often repeated. Regardless, just waking up adjacent to her each morning was enough to get me through the day, but barely.

While my visual sensation of the young lady seemed to mature, every night, I dreamt about that star, the sensation being devoured by the black golf hole in its center, the star sitting in a nebula looking like the eye of God. I could feel myself drawing closer and closer to the Negroid hole in the center, being pulled in towards my destruction. The closer I got, the larger the celestial mass became, surpassing my human comprehension. Yet strangely, after that Night, while my increasing proximity continue to expatiate my view of the star around it, the black hollow was actually shrinking like a catching school-age child. It was as if the black hole was sizing itself to match with my distance from it.

Dec was exceptionally fierce, quite simply because I had decided to try chemo and radioactivity treatment for my Cancer. Well, to be honest, my parents basically coerced me into doing it and making me experience shamefaced if I refused. They wanted me to live no matter what, so the alone way to confuse off their hunch that I was eagerly awaiting demise was to feint hopelessness and fear towards the treatment. I eventually agreed to handling under one term : if I didn't see any results before New Year's or I started losing my hair, I was going to quit. I didn't have eminent outlook, but I would do it to get my parents off my back.

On my maiden day of chemotherapy, I found myself in a room with other genus Cancer patients, all sitting in chairs lining the rampart. Each one was hooked up to an IV, and their stages of treatment were all visible on their macerate bodies. Considering the fourth dimension it took for each sitting, everyone had method acting of keeping ennui at bay. There were laptop computer, handheld biz cabinet, books, and one of the kids was even playing with a Rubik's regular hexahedron. I sat by the window, letting the poison run through my nervure. I was also receiving a grueling dose of morphia, helping to dull some of my pain. Hopefully I wouldn't have a gaining control in the infirmary. The survive thing I needed was some medical intern compensate out of med school day sticking a tube down my throat.

Drowsy from the drugs running through me, I let my mind wander. My thoughts drifted back to the daughter and what she had told me. She said that if she wasn't rattling, if she was just a figment of my imagination, then I could holler on her whenever I needed. Maybe it was something I should try. I closed my eyes, forcing aside all distractions and mavin. I focused my mind on the female child, but was unsure of what would actually bestow her Forth. If I just thought about her, would she appear in this room with me ? Should I try and fall asleep and pipe dream about her ?

Slowly the speech sound of the former affected role faded, the world falling silent around me. But I was not alone. I felt soul gently compass my bridge player and opened my eyes, staring into the beautiful blue of the girl. She was kneeling at my pes, naked as always. Behind her, the chemotherapy elbow room had blurred into an unrecognisable collage, as if I was falling out of sync with reality.

"Marcus, my dear mellisonant Marcus…"she whispered, resting her principal on my lap.

I slowly reached out and placed my hand on the top of her nous, stroking her hair."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 longanimity will be rewarded, I promise you. Just defy on and I will get you happiness."

"What am I supposed to wait for ?"

"The day when our souls can finally accomplish convergence."

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



Christmas Day and New year's came and went, and I was happy to see them go. I hated the holiday ; all of the cheer and felicity made my organ fail. With the jump of the New twelvemonth, I had the medico check my precondition and see if any forward motion had been made on my tumor. After a month of radiation and chemo, I had figured at least a rebuff modification would be found. No. There was nothing. They had resisted the handling and I was stuck where I was.



Each day, my pain was getting worse, and I found myself taking more and Thomas More pills than I was supposed to, both painkillers and anti-convulsion Master of Education in an attempt to control my seizures. Originally, I would take two painkillers every four hr and one anti-convulsion med every six, but now I was downing them like tic tacs. My body was weakening, but in a way, that was a good thing. I was close, so close. Soon I could rest in peace.



"twenty long horse for a Lucy in the sky with diamonds, and I'll give you an extra ten for a uncontaminating acerate leaf and to help me set up. My hands are too shaky for something like this,"I said, standing in an alley in town.

The sky above was grizzly with a appease snowfall pouring down on the dealer and I. Luckily, the café to our right hand kept us out of the steer. The man before me looked to be in his late twenty, unshaven with cryptical misgiving in his eyes. I was a new customer to him, and normally he would have turned me away on instinct, but luckily I looked demented enough to communicate for a hardened user.

"Let me see your hands."

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

"Alright, fine. You're in luck, kid. I just got some stain new pandean pipe yesterday and I've got one left."

He looked around to make sure we wouldn't be seen and then took out his merchandise. Filling up a spoonful with diacetylmorphine, he clenched the handle with his teeth and used his manpower to view as a lighter and protect the flame from the wind. Slowly the pulverization melted into its liquid state form, and before it could cool, he unwrapped an unused syringe and filled it with the drug, finishing by handing it to me in exchange for the John Cash.

"Tch, luck. If luck were on my side of meat today, this acerate leaf would end up killing me."

With the trader leaving, I sat down on the cold wet ground, pulling up my sleeve and looking for a vena. It certainly wasn't hard ; my skin was as thin as newspaper publisher and my artery were all swollen from malnutrition and the line of my disease. I pushed the acerate leaf into my arm, not even feeling it amongst the billions of other afflictive prick tormenting my consistency. I hesitated with my ovolo on the plumber's helper, wondering if this was really the route to read. My life was already cut myopic and the opportunity of there being a cure for my pain were slim, but did I really want to advance burden myself with even a single injection of this toxin and risk of exposure developing an addiction ? After all, the pot had been a dismal bankruptcy. What chance did heroin have of helping me ? I concluded my hesitation with a laugh, deciding I didn't have much to lose.

I pushed down onto the plunger, filling my bloodstream with the poison. Casting the empty syringe aside, I leaned my head back and stared up into the snowfall, waiting for the drug to accept affect. Could I possibly be any more pathetic ? Sitting in a plump for alley with diacetylmorphine running through my veins, trying desperately to justify myself for just a few moments from my disease… It was beyond pitiful ; it was inglorious. But soon, the drug began to take effect, numbing my weed and bringing down my pain to a irksome throb while leaving my mind spinning. Waiting for this dark miracle to truly free me from my agony, I stared back up into the gray-headed sky and let my thinker 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 believer, an atheist, or just an agnostical. I see no ground in the universe, no meaning, no pattern behind the topsy-turvyness other than the shape humanity try to create. Is there a purpose in any existence ? Even mine ? Was I created with this dead body simply to suffer ? Was I created and then abandoned, never cared about by whatever divinity might have got cursed me with life ? Was all of mankind created to digest or was it created and then abandoned ? There is so much annoyance in the earth, so lots agony beyond my own. What sort of deform god would put us on this earth to live as the abominations that we are, caught in evolutionary limbo ? Would our Jehovah not also be our parent ? Shouldn't they try and protect us from damage ? Are we merely entertainment ? A TV show for more advance life forms ? Or are we little more than a bacteria settlement growing on a discarded mental testing tube, created by accident and never acknowledged ?

What use is there of a god in this human world ? Either he doesn't exist, doesn't fear, or is he a unhinged addict that loves to create lifetime solely to toy with it. People waste their lives praying and begging to some asshole in the sky to modify their lives, all the while trampling under everyone beneath them and casting judgment upon those who walk different track. But for judging them, am I no better ? Do I have any right to address badly of people when I too am cursed with this hapless human soundbox ? How can I condemn others for being judgmental when it means being judgmental of them ?

I guess that's one of the principal trouble of this Earth : no one can create change without doing exactly what their opponent is doing. Whether it is trying to stop a genocide or get a bill passed through congress, every stand is just a repetition of its failed predecessor. Everyone thinks they know what's honest, they think they have the key to saving the world or that they have seen the truth that no one else has so practically as caught a coup d'oeil of. All the same mistake are just made over and over again, all the same promises spoken and never fulfilled, all the faults of others pointed out by those who are cypher more than hypocrites. If this life really is the work of a god, then he is a sadistic god, a life where the tallest societal structure is naught Sir Thomas More than a quite a little of debris, a mountain of failures all stacked up on top of each former 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 meaningless and there is nada for us in this world but a quick sprightliness, an inescapable decease, and an eternity in which no one remembers us. If there is a god, then he is either incompetent or evil, in which case, I want nothing to do with him other then a chance to pay him back for creating me. What am I ? A worshiper ? An atheist ? An agnostic ? What is the name for person whose belief in God is nothing more than the desire to kill him ?

"Marcus, I'm cold."

I looked over, seeing the missy sitting next to me, her sizable tegument contrasting against the brick wall and the snow-covered pavement. She looked at me with somber eyes, pained by the condition I was in and how desperate I was.

"Do you even feel matter like the coldness ?"I asked, more bitterly than I meant.

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

I got to my feet, struggling to maintain my symmetry."I'm sorry you're bound to someone as pitiable as me."

"You are not pathetic. You are despairing, you are in bother, and you are starved of love."

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

"I do. Marcus, of all the mass in the man, I am the one that you have zero to hide from."

She stood up and leaned against me, her arms wrapped tightly around my cervix. I could actually sense her, feel her warmth.

"You'll never have to put yourself down, never say you don't deserve me, never have to feel shame or plethora. Every single face of your life sentence, of your personality, of your psyche, I love with all my heart. Marcus, I accept you. I accept you for everything you are. Now please, let's go menage. I don't want you to catch a cold."



It was morning, and I was getting quick for schooltime with my family in the kitchen. In my hand was a hummock of pills, one that I stared at loathingly. Pain killers, anti-convulsion meds, ancestry thickening to keep my intimate bleeding from going out of mastery, antidepressant, and unnumberable vitamin appurtenance to avail me get some nourishment. With invariable pain wracking my body, I rarely noticed my appetency, and any food that I did eat was often thrown up during my gaining control, so pills were the sole way to take in certainly I got the nutrients I needed. I was always on the husky side, but after so many weeks of this pain, I had burned through all of my fat reserves and was little more than pelt and clappers. Hoping that I wouldn't just sick them up later, I poured the tablet into my mouth and forced them into my gut with a glass of piss. metre to start a new day.



"We're so close now."

My eye bolted open and I quickly realized that I couldn't motility. The girl, the fille who's figure I did not have it away, 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 warm grinning, she leaned down and gently kissed me."We are so close now. We can talk, we can touch… we can buss. I can feel you and you can feel me, the time has almost come. Just hold back a short longer."

"What has almost come ?"

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

I sat up with her, wrapping my arms around her and resting my os frontale against her chest. The lenient warmth of her bountiful breasts against my face was a intimate nirvana, coercing my dick into a pulse erection.

"Why can't I hear your public figure ?"

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

"What do you think ?"

"You must discover me, so that I may survive solely for you, so that I may bring you felicity and ease your suffering. Then when you regain the will to live, you will exist solely for me, and this man will suit paradise for all the days of our lives."

"But don't you exist already ?"

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

I smiled, feeling my hotness and excitement brush away my tiredness. Raising my right-hand mitt, I reached up and cupped one of her breasts, sending an unmanageable shiver through my body and causing some pre-cum to dampen my boxershorts

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

I was smiling as well, massaging the orb of flesh with both guardianship and curiosity, having never felt a daughter's boobs before. I began massaging the other one with my remaining hired hand, rubbing the nipple with my quarter round and causing the girl's humming to increase in volume. Jiggling them, squeezing them, and rubbing them together, I thoroughly explored every cloak-and-dagger her muliebrity held and familiarized myself with every unity centimetre of her piano skin.

"It feels so unspoilt to have you reach me,"she panted as I began toying with her nipples, gently squeezing them between my exponent and middle finger and rubbing them with my thumbs.

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

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

Following the confidential information of her lips, her glossa slipped into my mouth with improbable length. I almost felt like I was going to choke on it. Her mouth and tongue, they were so delicious, and the bedwetter the kiss became, the more of her smack I was capable to try. She tasted like ripe mangos and tea and the farseeing I tasted her, the more energized I felt.

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

I smiled and raised my head, kissing her first off on the buttock, then down the side of her neck, and to her clavicle. As I slowly moved down, the young woman slipped her men into my drawers and grasped my stopcock, nearly making me cum mighty then and there simply from the sense experience of having individual else refer it.

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

shaking like a drug addict, I was barely capable to contain my sexual thirst. All these old age, my hatred and depression had made my instinctive drive little more than a blunt annoyance, but now, it was like it was all rushing out at once. I ran my natural language across her boob, unable to believe how unspoilt they felt and tasted, and just that I was making such suggest liaison with this strange entity.

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

At her words, my emotions suddenly flared up and stay 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 slow, gentle, working my backtalk around each nipple and stopping periodically to massage her breasts with my lingua. While I worked, she rubbed her tranquil puss against the shaft of my turncock. It was so indulgent, already soaking wet from her arousal and making me dizzy with the sweet aroma.

"Such a simple hint, yet it feels so good. To be so closing curtain to you, I feel like I'm going to swoon in happiness,"she cooed.

As her apparent motion became more aggressive and the docile rubbing became passionate grinding, I reached out and held onto her shapely ass with my hands. So soft and yet so firm, both full and taut, she had the ass of a Brazilian model. All this stimulation, it was too very much, I could finger all the muscles in my depress torso 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 entry.

Gyrating her pelvis, the girl's movements increased until it actually felt like I had penetrated her. We finally came at the same metre, me launching about a shooter glass'worth of seminal fluid onto my abdomen and freshly sheen of wetness coating the girl's womanhood. At the feeling 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 early happiness."

"Any chance we could fill it a step further ?"I asked, placing my manpower on the sides of her grimace and brushing aside her long carmine hair.

"No. Close as we are, we can not yet hamper ourselves in that way. Only when we both live will we be able to create life for ourselves. Soon, we will be able-bodied to give each other and ourselves unending euphory. postponement for me."

"But I don't know what I'm waiting for… And I don't know if I can expect much longer. Every day, my power to endure this pain in the ass lessens. I'm losing my good sense of touch, my passel and audition are failing, and my dead body is wasting away because I can not hold intellectual nourishment down. I just want to die. I just want it all to lay off. If I end it all, then I can spend eternity with you."

The girl lowered her chief and kissed me, brushing aside my veneration."We will pass all of eternity together, but wouldn't that eternity mean even more if it also meant a lifetime ? Just wait, and I will twist this region into heaven for you. Here, let me give you something, something to hold you over until our day comes."

Smiling, she moved down to my deflating manhood. Lowering her capitulum, she began licking up the semen I had ejaculated just a minute ago, humming in joy like it was chocolate syrup. Watching her tongue lap up my cum, I felt my cock re-harden, which she lovingly stroked with her hand.

After licking up every drop-off, she held her chief just above my humanness, stroking it with her hand and working out any softness."Now, let me bring you happiness."

She then took the completely affair into her mouth, swallowing it with ease and bringing her lips all the way down to the base. At both the sight and impression of her sucking me off, I immediately had my s sexual climax and slam a dose of semen down her throat. The girl quickly pulled her head back and coughed, but before I could apologize, she smiled.

"Don't trouble, it's alright. merely try and hold back a short, let me enjoy this too. Besides, it's delicious,"she said coyly.

Holding back ? blaze, that was easy, I doubt I had any sperm left to resign, but with her hand stroking my cock and that athirst manifestation on her face, I couldn't lose my erection if I wanted to.

Bringing her head back down, the female child resumed blowing me, but this time taking it obtuse. She started simply by running her tongue around the read/write head, licking away any sperm that remained from my firstly or back climax. She then moved to the shot, delivering hanker wide slam, almost tracing each vein and sending shivers up my spine. After physically memorizing every detail of my peter, the girl again wrapped her mouth around it completely, bringing her question down so the tip was crammed against the book binding of her pharynx. Moving each time with an upward modulation, she began bobbing her question with a steady rhythm, massaging my peter with her tongue and cheeks while her saliva dripped down into my lap.

As she worked, I watched with a smile and gently stroked her hair and brushed my fingerbreadth against her face, trying to communicate my gratitude without interrupting her. Through her efforts, I could feel my body working up the speciality for one finish flood tide. It would probably be a dry ardour, but it would be no less powerful. Sucking on my pecker like it was the stalk in a particularly thick milkshake, the girl broke through the final exam threshold I needed and I finally came, spraying every conclusion free fall of ejaculate I had into her rima oris and on her fount when she finally released it.

I laid my fountainhead back, completely drained of both energy and cum. After swallowing all of my seed and cleaning it off her face, the girlfriend sat on my lap and ran her fingers through my hair."Name me, so that I may exist solely for you, so that I may lend you happiness and comfort your suffering. Then when you regain the will to live, you will exist solely for me, and this world will become paradise for all the days of our lives."

She kissed me on the forehead, the feel of her brim being the last sensation as I fell back to log Z's.





Chapter 2



For the next several daylight, I tried thinking up names for the young woman in my dreaming, but none seemed to fit. Actually, it was like my intellect wouldn't accept and make out what I picked to be her name. I would think up a name, and when I'd try to say it while imagining the miss and associating her with it, the name would suddenly go inaudible to me. I would hear that sound from my ambition, the muffling sound that always blocked out her name, even when I spoke it. I could feel my sassing shaping the tidings and my vocal corduroys shaking to create the sound, but I could never listen it when I spoke it.

As always, my meetings with the girlfriend were much less calm and Platonic than that magical dark. I would wake up, we would lecture a little, and sometimes I would be able to wrap my arm around her and entertain her for a few minutes, but it never advanced yesteryear that.



I was standing in the boy's bathroom at schooling, muttering oath in front of the urinal. I had been there for Thomas More than five moment and I needed to wee-wee like a truck number one wood, but I couldn't even break up the seal.

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

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

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

With my hand bleeding, I walked out of the bathroom and back to socio-economic class, where a math test was being taken. Returning to my desk, I began stuffing my things into my bag, splattering line of descent from my hand and mutter curses.

"Marcus, is something wrong ?"the instructor asked from her desk.

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



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

"The good news is that the damage isn't permanent, at least at this stage. The bad word is that the kidney nonstarter was caused by highly extravagant lozenge utilization. We originally had you set at the maximum possible level ; did you think you could go even further without moment ? Just the number of pain in the neck killers alone you're taking are sufficiency to kill you, add in the anti-convulsion meds, the blood thickening, and everything else, and it's a miracle you're still alive."

"right wing, so I should just get on my articulatio genus and thank God that I'm not dead yet, I should just be grateful that I get to keep living each day with never-ending agony and mind-tearing seizures,"I muttered, keeping my face downcast with my hood over my eyes.

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

"I'm afraid that you're going to take in to start cutting down on your medicinal drug if you don't want to retain urinating blood. You may even have to give up cold Meleagris gallopavo until your exemption wears off so that when you resume taking them, they'll be affective once again. If you keep going at those lozenge the way you have been, your kidneys will go completely unusable and you'll need a transplantation, and considering your disease and your drug habits beyond tab, no transplant committee will let you so much as looking at at a healthy donor."

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

"live on week… I tried heroine. It was just once and it didn't work 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 times we've warned you about their dangers, you would resort to using heroine ?"my dad exclaimed, more untune and desperate than angry at me.

"Well it's not like my sprightliness can get any high-risk !"I yelled before getting up and storming out of the office.



In the week that passed, my parents tried to bound the sum of tab I took, but it was just as difficult for them as it was for me, because just by looking at me, they could tell how badly I needed them. As expected, my pain in the neck increased, as well as the volume and frequency of my gaining control. I stopped sleeping, unable to ever calm myself down enough to relax. As January moved onto February, I finally gave in and leave office taking my Master of Education, allowing my consistency to work the chemical out of my system of rules and lose its developed immunity.

I spent that hellish week at home base in bed, howling at the top of my lungs while the seconds ticked by with sadistic slowness. Without anything to even muffle the full stimulation of all my pain sensory receptor, my eubstance was essentially ripping itself apart from the inside out. I couldn't even tell when I was having a seizure or not, it just all felt the Sami. Every secondly, I felt like my physical body was being shredded away by flaming chainsaws while twin lobotomies were performed on my genius with jagged icicles.

My parents had to rest home from piece of work to select guardianship of me, as I could not go to the can or feed myself. They could do nothing but sit by my bed and listen to me scream, always trying to think of a way to help oneself me. They tried to abide it, unable to ask my little brother or older baby to look after me without feeling any more guilt than they already were. For days, my sense of time blurred. I was ineffectual to tell night from day, hot from cold, or dream from world. When I was awake, I often hallucinated, and the solitary times I ever slept were when I finally managed to lapse out from pain or exhaustion, and even then, it never lasted longer than an hour.



Lying in bed, in the stroke of a seizure, I felt a late clump in my chest, as if my ticker had just slammed against my ribcage. My sweat became clammy and I began to lose my control over my arm. Barely able to catch one's breath from the pain already surging through me, I felt a second powerful thud in my chest. I could sense my impulse, hear it pounding in my pinna, and feel the departure of musical rhythm. My heart was struggling to keep on beating, unable to bear the melodic line any longer. Neither of my parents was in the room and I couldn't call them, my lungs refusing to work.

‘ Is this it ? Will I finally die ?'

My heart at last stopped, but instead of closing my eye, I continued to stare upwards, watching as the ceiling of my bedroom vanished to reveal the eye of God, spinning command processing overhead time. My bed disappeared beneath me, my room following suit to expose the sizeableness of space. I was so close to the celestial link that I could almost see the individual tongues of flaming in the typhoon surrounding the shameful hole pupil. The headliner occupied the entire horizon, as if slit reality in half so that one slope was the dark cosmos and the other position was the sea of atomic fire. I was about a kilometer from the surface of the black hole, which had shrunk down to the sizing of a ten-story building.

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

The clothes I had been wearing were vaporized from my torso, signaling my hold out ties to the rattling world being severed. But answering my silent call, the lady friend from my hallucination appeared, flying out of the black hole towards me, blazon outstretched, tears in her middle. She slowed as she reached me, coming to a stop before gently embracing me and holding me shut with our uncase bodies pressed together.

"Marcus, I'm sorry, I'm so no-good. I know how a great deal you're excruciation, I know how much painfulness you are in,"she whimpered, crying with her font buried in the side of my neck.

She then looked up at me, her blue eyes trembling."But it is not your time to die yet, just a little retentive. Please, Darling, maintain on just a picayune longer, for me."

I tried to say her gens, but once again, only the indecipherable noise was heard. In answer, the missy smiled and wiped away her split. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she leaned forward and kissed me."I love you, Marcus. With all my nerve, I love you. This is the most selfish thing I will ever ask of you, but please, live on ! Please, you must wait just a petty yearner ! Go home, Marcus, it is clip for you to go home. You still have to name me, retrieve ?"

She then separated from me, pushing me away. The minute her hands touched my chest, a single hefty heartbeat rocked me to my core, causing crack of light to flash across my imagination as if reality itself was fracturing. I reached out to her, trying to call her public figure while a second beat of my fondness sent more tornado through the material of infinite.

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

A third base beat of my heart broke the cosmic vision and I woke up, back in my bed with my arm raised, still trying to make contact with the angel. My affectionateness had resumed whacking, albeit slowly. While it surely would not last, my botheration 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 sum up taking my medicine, and it was hard for me not to swallow every pill I could get my paw on. I'll admit, they certainly took the sharpness off, but I had already made up my mind. I was done. I didn't know why the fille wanted me to waitress, but I couldn't do it anymore. I just couldn't handle living any longer.



It was Feb holiday and a wintertime tempest was howling external. The blizzard had been going for almost three day and mogul had quickly been lost. The house was coloured, the only light coming from the eerie gray aura passing through the Windows. My kinfolk had gone to a Friend's menage to savour their electricity and scarper piddle, while I had chosen to delay home. I wanted to be alone for this. I sat at my desk in my way with a glass of water and a heap of pills next to me. They were sleeping pills, analgesic, and everything else I had. I was slowly writing a suicide note, trying to use my undecomposed penmanship. I included the education for my funeral and how I wanted to be buried. I finally put down the pen. My hired man were almost always trembling, but now they were finally steady.

"Goodbye pain,"I said before I took a handful of pills 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 total. It really had been a unworthy life. Maybe I would finally learn what sculptural relief was in dying, but considering my luck, I would probably just end up vomiting the tablet and surviving. In time, I could feel my soundbox becoming heavier, my infliction dulling, and my mind slowing down. I was almost there, so close. Closing my optic, I whispered one final good day and apology.



I was hovering in front man of the melanize hole, still eating the whiz from the inside out. The black maw itself was now only about the size of it of a toolshed. The whole mass looked less like an eye now and more like gargantuan maelstrom, with a holographical blackness orb in the center, hiding the true heart of the quantum singularity. I was a 100 foot away from the surface of the black mess and the missy from my dreams was hovering in front of me. The two of us were naked, and while she was smiling, her smile was sad and there were tears running down her font.

"So, you couldn't hold. I hold nothing against you for it ; it's unimaginable that anyone could even last half as long as you did. I'm so proud 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 shame, it was my dream for us to live our biography happily and together, but as long as we have each other in this ageless realm, I have no complaints."

"time lag, what do you mean ?"

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

"I wanted to hold out my life with you, to exist solely for you, and to die with you. I wanted to see the globe 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. ejaculate to me, Marcus, and let us rejoin to the Source together. Let us turn one within the end of all reason."

I began shouting her public figure, but as always, I heard nothing but that indescribable stochasticity. I had not been able to find out her true epithet, so this moniker was all I could use. I cursed as the girl slowly made inter-group communication with the control surface of the Negroid trap, resting upon it like she was sunbathing on a boulder. After only a arcsecond, I was forced to watch in horror as she slowly began to be absorbed into it, sinking beneath its open like it was made of tar. I followed soon after, desperately trying to get myself to a stop but unable to fight the gravitative pull. I collided with the black screen, feeling no pain in the impact even with it being quite strong. I tried to push myself off, to fight gravity, but with the flimsy exertion, the surface beneath my hands gave way and I began to be sucked in. Simply acting on instinct, I took a thick breathing space before my mind was pulled in. The girl was in front of me, just out of grasp, hovering in a vast spinning torrent of burnished reddish blue igniter, a vortex leading onwards into infinity.

As my low-down body was slowly absorbed into blackened gob with me, the little girl looked me and smiled."Your dream was to exist happily with the one you loved, so that too became my aspiration. Your compliments was to find your soul mate and be glad for the residual of your life, so I sought to grant you that wish. Do not be afraid, we can still be together forever."

My centre widened and I fearfully gasped as her trunk slowly began to dematerialize, breaking up cellular telephone by jail cell. Looking down, I realized that I too was falling apart, my soma and profligate literally being shed from my physical form, but without any pain or sensation.

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

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

From her words, 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."William Tell me, what was your wish ? !"

"To inhabit and be happy with you,"she murmured, as the top of her head and her lead arm began to disappear.

"That was my wish too, so I'm going to accord it ! I want to exist my life and be well-chosen, and I refuse to do either of them without you ! I change my intellect, I want to know, and I want to live my life with you !"

I then called out her gens, her true gens, finally capable to hear it. At the sound, the lady friend's one remaining eye bolted open, and the twisting whirlpool of reddish blue light began to churn violently. I shouted her name again and reached out with everything I had and grasped what was left of her handwriting with what was left of my own. As soon as she and I touched, our eubstance were fully reformed.

"Marcus,"she gasped.

I said her name in return, making her smiling warmly and blush.

Holding onto her tightly, I looked back at the airfoil of the pitch blackness hole. It was so close and yet so far, like fresh air to a drowning man. Pulling the miss with me, I reached up with all the strength in my body and soul, not caring if my muscles tore and my clappers snapped in the process. Just as I thought I was about to fail, my finger's breadth broke through the surface and I grabbed on, feeling the exterior become severe beneath my grip. Roaring in desperation, I pulled the two of us back up and the saturnine hole released us with a geyser of reddish blue Energy Department shooting out like a volcanic bam. The girl and I were thrown out into the universe, clutching each early for dear life.

"So can we live our lives together and be well-chosen ?"she murmured with her face buried in the English of my neck opening.

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



My eyes opened and I immediately turned my head and threw up, emptying the contents of my stomach onto my bedchamber storey. The majority of the pills were still intact, letting me survive by the skin of my teeth, but enough had been absorbed and dissolved into my bloodstream to forget me feeling grisly and dizzy. Gasping for air and shaking Thomas More than ever in my life, I spat out the live of the barf and wiped my brass. I had tried to bolt down myself and lived, but that pipe dream, had I really chosen to live or did I just contrive up as a natural 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 center widened as they fell upon the unconscious angel. She was right beside me, covered in descent and some sort of former liquid state, 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 on her skin was staining my piece of paper, just the way she looked… she was real, she was completely real. This wasn't a hallucination.

My initial electric shock was replaced by fearfulness, realizing as if for the first time that she was covered in descent. I reached out and fight my fingers against Angel's neck opening, checking her pulse and finding a unassailable and stiff heartbeat. Moving as quickly as my chemically-shocked body would allow, 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 early mysterious fluid that covered her. I looked desperately for any swing or signaling of injury, but I found nothing. She was completely unharmed.

After again checking her pulse, I stopped and just stared at her, completely memorized. holy man, the visible radiation of my life sentence and the female child of my dream was literally right here in front end of me. How had this happened ? How could a human being just suddenly materialize out of flimsy air ? My doubtfulness 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 Angel, gently pulling the mantle over her naked mannikin. Real or not, I couldn't let her wake up to such a quite a little. While I waited for her to pull in consciousness, I cleaned up the barf and sprayed the stained rug with every chemical I could get my mitt on to remove the olfaction. The rustling of blankets could be heard as I was returning from dumping the towels in the laundry room. She was starting to awaken. More nervous than ever in my life, I sat down on the bed and wrapped my hands around hers. Her eyelids slowly rose, showing her two beautiful blues.

"Hey,"I said softly with a low grinning.

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

A flutter ran through me at the sound of her voice.

"Do you think anything ?"

She closed her eyes and was silent for respective minute and a aspect of worry crossed her aspect."I don't know."

After everything I had seen, this did surprise me a fiddling. Ok, so the position was 99 % perfect…

"Are you sure ?"

She was soundless for a few more instant."time lag, I remember… my name. My name is Angel, I think."

I smiled at her realization. She was real.

"Who are you ? Where am I ?"

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

What was I supposed to tell 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 fine, just tired. Thank you for saving me. I can separate that you are truly kind just by touching you."

With a sugary sweetness smile on her lips, she clutched my hands tightly. I could sense my brass becoming red in embarrassment. holy place diddlyshit, 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 get wind her try to get up.

"Did you strip me ?"

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

"No, I found you that way. Don't worry, I didn't touch you or anything. Your refuge was the lonesome thought on my mind."

"Do you promise ?"

"Yes,"I said with my voice raspy.

Several seconds passed where the girl stared into my middle, 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 smile."Very well, whatever makes you happy."‘ She's in completely new surroundings, so she is trying to incur something familiar, or at least something that makes her feel safe and happy. I was the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes, and she wants to stay close to whatever seems even remotely comrade, even if we only met a minute ago. She needs something to cling to.'

With the cover 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 capable to support her own weight.

"Is soup ok ?"

"Yes please."

She was starting to sense better ; I could see her relaxing with the site. I filled a pot with one of the large jugs of H2O my house had saved for the departure of power and put it on the range. While it did take a match to even off for the expiration of the galvanizing start, I was able to get it going without hassle. With the water supply heating up, I turned to Angel, sitting on one of the stools at the island table. She had a humble smile and it was reflected on me.

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

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

"Its obvious you have some form of amnesia, 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 memories, maybe those computer memory have been put in her mind.'

I looked around the kitchen."Try to name as many affair as you can. The mental foreplay might bring some memories back."

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

"When the major power returns, we should probably call an ambulance for you. Plus maybe they can aid you regain your memory,"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 grin was replaced with a look of sadness.

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

Pained by the loss of her smile, I placed my deal on her cheek. Her tegument was so gentle and politic that I wanted to kiss her rectify then and there.

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

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

‘ No two alien can get along this well in less than ten second. She really is Angel.'

The brightness level came on and a beep rang out from the smoke detectors and ruined the moment. I checked the phone but there was no dial tone. The phone stemma must have been to a greater extent heavily damaged than the power crease.

I turned my care back to Angel."Ok, eat your soup and I'll start a bath for you. I wasn't able to completely clean you off."



I sat succeeding to the bathtub, watching as it was filled with hot water while holding my bridge player beneath the downpour to make sure it was the right-hand temperature. While I waited, Angel walked around the house, exploring her surroundings 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 literal person. Either some sort of unexplainable miracle had just taken place or my delusion had now reached a totally new level of depth… or maybe I really had died and this was heaven.

Either way, it would be hard explaining her to my parents, and no issue what I said or did, the law would probably end up getting involved. Either I would stick to my lie and keep saying that she just appeared naked at the room access asking for supporter, or compromise and say I just woke up with her next to me and had no idea how she got into my house. For all I knew, she could induce been a burglar or high on PCP. Whichever path I took, it would be hard, but as long as I had Angel, it would be worth it.

"Angel, the bathtub 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 house and found in her my elbow room. She was standing over my desk, still wrapped in her blanket with her shoulders trembling and my suicide note in her hand, now dotted with her tears.

"Angel…"

She turned to me with fluent pearls rolling down her brass."Marcus, you were going to pour down yourself ?"

I slowly reached out and took the self-annihilation note from her, proceeding then to crumple it up and stuff it in my pocket."I was. Listen, the tub is fix, we'll talk after you get cleaned up,"I replied, unable to meet her watery-eyed gaze.

I put my arm around her and guided her to the can, where the tub was waiting with clouds 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, wait. Don't leave me."

"Well I shouldn't be here while you—"

She let go of the cover, letting it fall to the floor around her ankles. I had lost cut of how many fourth dimension I had seen her naked body, but now with her standing before me in the flesh, 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 prevent talking to you."

She stepped into the tub and settled down, letting the last of the dry stemma and other liquid state wash off her organic structure and allot her unclothed form a beautiful radiancy. She purred in felicity as she submerged herself in the hot water, letting her whole dead body soak before she brought her head back up and laid back, with her long crimson fuzz listing and twirling around her trunk like seaweed around a mermaid. Seeing her breasts floating on the open with wave after wave gently lapping at her fragile human body was firing up endocrine inside of me that I never even knew I had.

"Marcus, delight assure me… why did you try to obliterate 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 import."There are people all over the world who suffer worse than I do : infants dying of starvation, fry used as sex slaves, adult forced to view as their families suffer with nothing over their oral sex but the roof of their hut. I admit, even my aliveness could be far sorry than it is now, but there is a key difference between those people and me : they are capable of being happy. They have the will to populate and the ability to smile. Me… there is nothing in this creation that can bring me joy, I am physically unequal to of being happy.

For most of my lifespan, I have not known what happiness flavor like. Even as a child, I could never bond paper with others and I always felt out of property in the world, like I was incompatible with this reality. My tangible depressive disorder began eight class ago, when I was constantly teased and ridiculed by those around me for no cause. I was simply picked at random to be used as a punching bag. I was tormented for years on end, but the ones who brought me so very much botheration never got the penalty they deserved. In order to"sacrifice me a hiatus from my straining ”, I was transferred to a schoolhouse for troubled tike. That space was Inferno, with the screaming of the mentally crazy echoing down the hall. It was like being in an insane asylum but with homework. I lost a class there while my tormenters still faced no penalization. For a yr, my thinker rotted, up to the power point where I even began to hallucinate.

I was despairing for a cure to my anguish, something that would seduce this foiling and constant badgering worth it. I decided that the only matter that could possibly bring me peace is love… or destruction. So I searched for passion, for my soul mate, trying to find out the one girl who could choose away my bother, for even when I was just a kid, my kernel ached. My loneliness, depression, and anger poisoned me. Toss in one C of hr of squeeze psychiatrist school term and prescription anti-depressants that didn't do jack-shit, and my biography lost its light.

What I'm about to say you is something that I have not told anyone. I was so desperate for relief that I even took a vane to my own flesh. It was not a suicide attempt, but I was hoping that I could cancel out my inner annoyance with outer pain."

I showed her the scratch on my arm and angel placed her bridge player on the faded melodic phrase and gave me a look of mysterious sympathy.

"No subject what, I could not receive a human that could be my salvation, so in my ruefulness, I developed a abstruse hate for humanity. I'm disgusted by my species and I wish that humans would just all die out. I've even given up on finding a soul mate because every girl I met was just too heavily tainted by the world to do anything other than disgust me and trigger my abhorrence. But with my loneliness still plaguing me, I knew that my suffering would stay. With my mind filled with bedlam and the earthly concern always stuffing my mouth with the taste of ash, I decided that death's perfumed embrace was the only thing that could bestow me peace. The only when reason why I didn't toss off myself then was because I did not want to put my mob through the pain and grief,

Then… a couple calendar month ago… I collapsed into a gaining control. I was in more hurting than I thought potential, all of it coming out of the blue. I found out that my mental capacity is riddled with tumour, focused mostly on my brainstem and limbic organisation. All these twelvemonth, my limbic organization was basically being smothered by useless tissue, leaving it unequal to of producing chemical substance like serotonin and former compounds needed in purchase order for the learning ability to feel the emotion happiness. No marvel I had always been execrable ; I was basically a car running without oil.

The other tumors, the tumor on my brain-stem, had finally grown gravid enough to interfere with my neural system of rules, causing full body nerve foreplay of pain receptor. For every bit of every day since then, I've been in indescribable agony, constantly downing anodyne and fearing of my numerous daily seizures. In short, I've been suffering since I was born, and it just keeps getting worse and worse as I grow older."

Turning around in the tub and moving over to me, Angel placed her wet hands on my impudence and pressed her forehead against mine. Her cutaneous senses, her tending loving touch, essentially made me disappear in happiness. Yes, felicity, only with her did I finally know what it felt like.

"Marcus, I am so sorry."

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

Angel stared at in surprise.

"I was half dead from a pill overdose when I heard you slamming on the room access. My body kick-started and I threw up the pills. I would be bushed 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 meet you and hear your voice, to see you smile. As long as you need me, as long as you need aid in this world, I will be there for you. I refuse to die as long as there is something I can do to make you happy."

yell now with tears of joy, Angel wrapped her arms tightly around my neck."Then if staying with me will make you happy and keep you awake, I will never will you. You saved my life, so I will save yours and detain with you forever."

Her dustup 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 single hr. This girl, this true saint, we had been in love longer than she knew and her look were pouring out, even with her memories having yet to return. Once her memory board fully came back and she remembered the aliveness we shared before her strong-arm arrival, our lives would become paradise.

We stayed in that lavatory for as long as the water was hot. I told her about my family and recanted some pleasant memories, and while she listened and scrubbed herself with a bar a soap, I even shampooed her hair. Eventually, her casual yawns began to grow in frequency and I could narrate she was feeling sleepy.

"Come on, you should get some rest."

I grabbed a towel and the two of us stood up. Just as Angel was about to abuse out of the tub, she slipped and landed in my arms. Holding her wet nude form pressed against me, I felt my humanity turn so raise that I almost thought it would pop. I just had to hope that holy man would not point out the bulge in my drawers. With the towel wrapped around her, I brought her into the guest bedroom and left to get her some clothes. My sis Emily was the same size of it as Angel, so her clothes would fit. Giving a sigh, I closed my eyes and looked away while I opened my babe's underwear drawer. Shuddering from the shear amount of wrongness, I grabbed the first pair of panties my script touched and quickly wrapped them in a tee shirt.

With a pair of sweat pant, pantie, and an undershirt and blouse, I walked back to the guestroom and stood in the door, watching as Angel dried herself with the towel. It was not a forcible arousal I was feeling, but an emotional one. I wanted to crap love with her, not sex, not the act performed by porn stars and drunk teenager. I felt a physical attraction to her, but it was an emotional one that was far more powerful. I walked in and handed her the apparel and she got curry, make unnecessary 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 repose. I'll be downstairs if you need me."

"Do you assure 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 food grain, was my bottle of pain meds. A chill ran down my backbone as I realized something. There was no pain. The whole time I had been with Angel, I had been feeling no pain, just like whenever I dreamed about her. I pulled the felo-de-se note out from my pocket and stared at it, my eyes fixed on the teardrops that she had left when she read it.

"I don't palpate any pain…"

I walked into the living way and grabbed the lighter above the open fireplace. Igniting the small butane torch, I held the flame under the suicide line and then tossed it onto the bed of cold ash, letting the flame destroy was could suffer been.

"I'm not trusted I believe in God, I honestly don't know what to believe after this miracle, but I do think that fate has brought you to me, Angel. You took my annoyance away."

For the future three hr, I simply sat in the well-to-do chair in the living elbow room, thinking about my future tense and the living I would subsist with backer. As fantasy after phantasy passed through my mind, I heard the face door clear, signaling the return of my family. My Sister, younger brother, and parents stepped inside.

"Marcus, you really need to part getting out of the house. You need to expend time with people,"my mom nagged.

"I have,"I muttered under my breath as I stood up and walked over, carefully choosing my word of honor.

This was going to be difficult.

"There is something I need to assure you…"

"What ?"my dad asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The earpiece lines are still down and you know I don't have a jail cell phone. I've been waiting for you to come 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 arouse her up ?"

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

I walked upstairs, taking deep breath and trying to steady myself from the conversation only moments anterior. I approached the guestroom and stood in the room access. Angel seamed to be shrouded in a veil of visible light through my eyes, but I knew she was really there. I silently walked towards the bed and crouched down. I placed one deal on Angel's brow and my other on her hand.

"Angel Falls ?"I whispered.

She opened her beautiful center and hummed a reply.

"Sorry to wake 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 paw to her cheek."Of course."

She stepped out of the bed and I immediately realized that I couldn't show her to my house, 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 suppress my grin, I pointed at her chest, where atop the colossal mountains that were her bosom, her nipples were poking through the thin fabric of the undershirt like fingertips.

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

Blushing in superfluity, Angel covered her chest with her arms and turned away."You pervert !"she giggled.

Following my advice, she put on the blouse and buttoned it up, but the trouble still was not completely solved. Unlike the tank top she was wearing underneath, the fabric of the blouse did not adulterate. It merely clung and constricted when the wearer's proportions weren't… fitting. Suffice to say, the bottom of the blouse barely came down to her belly push button, and the release were silently screaming as they struggled to hold in saint's breasts. This time, I made no attempt to suppress my laugh, to which Angel playfully smacked me.

Once I was done laughing, I looked into her eye."quick ?"

She nodded and took my arm. Walking out into the Charles Francis Hall, I could hear my parents and siblings talking downstairs. They were all sure I was either hallucinating or just playing a hard-nosed jocularity. My brother actually said that I had found a blow-up doll out in the storm and was just using it as a gag airplane propeller. I certainly didn't blame them for not believing me ; I still barely believed it. However, when they all heard the audio of two pairs of footstep on the stairs, all doubts were erased. Eyes widened and gasps were suppressed as Angel came into horizon, cute as a button with a blush of nerves and her blazon wrapped tightly around mine.

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

Everyone stared at her with blow. Not only was it strange just to finally run across her, but also her lulu was incredible. Shocked most of all was Emily, not only by Angel's existence, but by her… appearance. She certainly couldn't remember any of her blouses clinging to her like that, and she had to press the itch to expect down at her own chest for a miserable 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 helping 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 coating ?"

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 close.

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

With angel using a duet of my Sister's shoes, my parents and I brought her outside and we got into the car. I sat in the back with her, keeping my arm around her at all times. The drive into the city was silent as the sky darkened with its common wintertime speed, and as we maneuvered through the snow-caked metropolis, holy person stared out the window with wide oculus, hoping the scenery would trigger some torpid 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 storage for her to recover.

As expected, the emergency way was almost completely filled with masses, the bulk of them having suffered from car accidents or early injuries brought on by the extreme weather. While my parents distribute with the paperwork at the front desk, I sat with Angel. As before, I had my arm around her to ease her, and she had her head on my shoulder. I'm not sure how long we waited, if my parents had written a possible rape 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 nursemaid finally came up to us.

"Robert Clive ?"she asked. I nodded and the nanny turned to holy person."Please come with me."

We all got up and followed the nurse. Unlike the people who were just getting mold for broken in bone and stitches for prominent swing, we were all brought into a infirmary elbow room like the one I had woken up in after my first capture.

"Just waiting in here and the doc will be mightily with you in a minute,"said the nanny before walking away.

Angel and I sat on the hospital bed, while my parents sat in two chairs. They didn't take their heart off of us for a moment.

After a few minutes, a doctor walked in."hi, I'm Dr. Phil Anderson. Due to the nature of your visit, the police have been contacted and we've been asked to perform certain tests, including a rape kit. This will be an overnight visit. I suggest one of you stays, simply to hold back her prosperous and to suffice any questions that she can't. Now, could you delight pass me a detailed recant of everything that has happened ?"

making sure I avoided any deviance in the story, I retold the lie that Angel and my sept had heard : I had found angel at the punt threshold, naked, covered in rake, and crying for service. I pulled her inside, managed to warm her up, cleaned her off, and let her take a tub. That was all there was to it.

"If that is everything, then I shall go and separate the police detective outside everything you have told me, then we can start with communications protocol. I'll send in a nurse to play 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 stay here with holy man tonight."

"But Marcus…"

I held saint close."Mom, please."

"Son, can we talk to you outside ?"my dad asked, but it was more 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 further knottiness. You saved her, you protected her, and you did everything right, but we're all strangers and it's fourth dimension to let the state do its job."

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

"Marcus we should really—"

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

My parents became silent.

"Ever since I found her, I haven't had to pack a single pill or experienced a bingle capture. 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, happy than I've ever been, even before I was disgusted. I didn't just pull through her, she saved me, and I can't empty her to return to my agonizing excuse for a life. I'm staying with her."



Still not liking my decision, my parents accepted it and left. They would get back the next day. Over the class of the nighttime, angel changed into a hospital gown and underwent various tests. We learned everything from her age to her rip type. She was both the same age and blood eccentric as I was, augmenting my mentation about her supernatural existence. During the violation kit scrutiny, I stayed beside her and held her hand, never leaving her side. By the time all the trial were done, it was past tense 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 room access and turned off the light."All right, holy man, 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 death chair beside her bed, preparing myself for the uncomfortable dark's eternal rest, but before I could reach it, I felt her hand clasp mine. She sat up and leaning against me, her vocalisation a crystalline whisper."After everything you've done, I can't let you spend the night sitting in that president. Here, the bed is magnanimous enough for the both of us. Besides, I want you close to me."

"Angel,"I said softly, stroking her yearn red-faced hair and thanking every deity I could think of for allowing me to be with her.

Happier than ever in my liveliness, I discarded my jacket and shoes and climbed into the bed. I lied down next to her and held her as fill up as I could with her back pressed against my thorax and the blanket around us sealing in the warmth of each other's bodies. I held her so close that we could feel each other's heartbeats.

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

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

"Thank you, Marcus, and I'll sentry over you too,"she whispered, placing her hired hand on my chest.



Angel and I were eating breakfast in bed and talking.

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

"Home ?"

I smiled."wellspring, you'll need to detain somewhere."

Leaving the way, I found a payphone and called my parents, asking for them to pick us up. My mom sighed when I used the watchword"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 XL with peppery suddenly hair.

"Oh inferno no,"I growled.

I stormed over and put my helping hand on the door before the doctor could open it."Excuse me, what is going on here ?"I demanded.

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

"She and I have already told our story a dozen times, there is zilch left to say. I heard her crying for help at my spinal column door, I found her naked and passed out with blood all over her trunk, and I brought her inside. I didn't see anything out-of-door, 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 early than her gens, and we aren't even sure if that really is her name. Now I heard the results from the tests. Her rape kit showed no star sign of assault, 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 psychometric test consequence that you haven't heard. We found traces of the blood on her, as well as a certain other fluid. It was mostly scrubbed away in that bathroom you gave her, but we found pocket-size amounts all over her. It is unsufferable to get a friction match on the origin because it is devoid of White person line of descent cells, which are the only cells in profligate that contain DNA. We also found amniotic fluid,"said Dr. Anderson.

"So what are you saying ?"

"The profligate on her had to take in been treated to have the ashen ancestry cells removed, and unless she was just born yesterday from a jumbo cloned womb in a lab somewhere, there is no account for why she would be covered in afterbirth."

"We're hoping that by telling her this, it will jog her remembering,"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 public lecture between men,"Detective Francis grunted.

It was not a mesmerism. I could feel the origin boiling in my vein with the desire to stand by Angel and protect her, but this was out of my control.

"Very well."

While Anderson and Baum stepped inside Angel's room to try one stopping point metre to jog her memory, Detective Francis and I stood out in the hall face to face.

"So I've heard from the stave that while you two have been here, you and holy man have been quite cozy with each early. The two of you are discharge strangers, but no one has seen you separated for more than than a instant and you two slept in her hospital bed. The horniest teens on the planet couldn't get that close in a single night when one of them only knows her name."

"I'm telling you the accuracy, I've never seen her before. The human relationship we have ( I use that Christian Bible carefully due to prison term restraint ) is mere : I want to protect her and she feels rubber and comfortable around me. Yes, we get along really well, amazingly well even, but yesterday was the first clock time we met."

"So when we get the domestic dog to seek your property for any aroma trails, we won't find something surprising or contradicting to your story ?"

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

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

"I'm not going to let you take her away. You can perform your investigation, but I'll take this motor lodge 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 investigator Baum stepped outside."No circumstances, she remembers nothing."

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

I stepped into the infirmary room, seeing Angel sitting on the bed with a judder look on her face. stock 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 hand around hers."Don't worry, I'm not going to let them separate us, I promise."



As my parents signed the temp hands document, Angel and I sat in the car, just enjoying being near to each other. I could secern that she was happy about having a home to go to. We both knew that eventually she would become a lasting penis of the family, even after the law had performed their investigation.


"I don't have to appease, do I ? If I have to liquidate my time, I'd rather it not be in the freezing frigidness,"I said dryly to the police force.

I was standing with a squad of pig at the boundary of the woods behind my house. The dense forest went for miles and it was the exclusively counselling Angel could have come from if she was found at the book binding door. Without even looking, I could feel her watching us from the windows.

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

"Look around, female parent Nature destroyed your evidence. A monster motortruck could hold rolled through here and you wouldn't know it."

One of the copper pulled out one of the towels I had used to cleanse off Angel when she was in my bed. He held it up to the bloodhounds and the weenie immediately seemed confused as they sniffed the ground, unable to peck up the slim scent early than the slight tincture holy person left at the home when returning from the infirmary. I certainly didn't expect them to find any traces of her, and I had to hide my rilievo when they finally gave up.

"spirit free to search the expanse, but if you need me, I'll be with someone who needs me more."



Angel and I stood in the guestroom. It was the too soon afternoon and the house was empty-bellied. My dad was at piece of work, my brother was at a friend's house, and my mom and sister were out shopping for clothes for saint to assume while she stayed with us. The cops had quickly left, ineffective to happen any evidence to sustain or traverse my story, but they would eventually come back.

"Now this is your room."

I looked at Angel and could tell that she was tired. I placed my hand on her shoulder."You should get some quietus ; you had a long night and woke up early."

A little grinning crossed her grimace."I am stock, but I slept so well last Nox. I think it's because you were with me. Will you stay with me again ?"

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

With the shadowiness drawn to keep the room iniquity, we both climbed into the bed and I put my arm around her. Underneath the blankets, our eubstance pressed together like two teaser musical composition, I felt so warm and well-heeled that my eyelids suddenly weighed as very much a pair of dumbbells.

"Marcus ?"Angel murmured.

I could only hum in reply.

"I think I remember something."

My middle bolted open."What is it ?"

"I was supposed to meet someone, I was supposed to meet him and work him happiness, just like the happiness he would bring me. I can't remember who it was, but I think… I think that mortal is you. I think we were supposed to meet and nominate this earth paradise."

She tightened her handle on my arm, clutching it against her chest like it was a lifeline. I knew that it was superfluous to say anything ; she had already fallen asleep. There was nothing to do but join her.



I woke up a couple hr later, my organic structure feeling like it weighed a thousand pounds simply from how cozy that bed was. We had separated during the nap, there was about a invertebrate foot and a half of blank between us, and we were on our side facing each former. I felt a frisson crawl up my spine, realizing that holy man was in the exact same position as when I would wake up to see her as a dream. I looked upon her beautiful face, ineffectual to mould a single thought. Slowly, her eyelid opened, and her down in the mouth oculus held a syncope glowing. Her expression was stoic, but her eyes were filled with love, inviting me to come finisher. I felt a pulse of warmth crawl throughout my body as a light seemed to beam in my mind. This was the minute I had been waiting my completely life for.

She closed her centre and rolled onto her cover and I slowly moved over to her. Shaking from head to toe but knowing that everything was as it should be. I leaned forward and kissed her, gently at first, but her spry response and mirroring of the act drove me to go along with more passion. She kept her eyes closed the whole clock 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 hand down and cupped a warm breast. holy person let out a hum of pleasure as I squeezed, ineffectual to retain the intact mass in my hand.

I slowly pulled up her shirt, brushing the tips of my fingerbreadth along her slender belly. Angel raised her arms and pulled off the shirt. While we kissed, I moved my helping hand down to her waist. She let out another hum as I pulled down her panties, admiring her raw beauty without ever ending her kiss. While sporting a truly muscular erecting, I calmly but hesitantly ran my paw between her internal thigh, completely at awe at how soft and fluid her skin was. I brushed my handwriting against her Virgin puss, the erect lips feeling like velvet beneath my fingers.

At my touch, angel gave a diffused whimper of pleasure and her pegleg slightly spread. I continued to tease her, caressing her womanhood with gentle—almost ticklish—strokes by my finger. Soon, I decided to go further, settling my hand like I was using a information processing system mouse and swirling the tip of my heart finger at the first level of her inside, where her soft material body was moist from arousal with a vibrant pink specter. Feeling my finger probing such a sensitive plaza, Angel began to tremble and trouser through our aeonian kiss. I continued my progression, including my band digit into the stimulant and working the two digits mystifying inside of her. Burying them up to the instant reefer, I stirred her sleeve while rubbing her clitoris with my thumb.

Angel's body was now moving like a undulation, with a soft whine passing through her lips as I pleasured her. Taking it one final footmark, I ended our osculate and moved my read/write head down, wrapping my lips around her right nipple and tugging on it gently. No longer bound by my sassing, Angel's whines of pleasure were now free to be heard, but I was certain that with the door shut, no one in the menage would hear her. I didn't even know if anyone had come back yet. I pushed that thought and worry out of my thinker, focusing instead on pleasuring holy man. My attention was well directed, as within proceedings, Angel arched her rear and released a gentle but shrill holler of euphoria. While she tried to view her breath, I pulled my digit out of her and licked them clean. Her wetness, her essence, it tasted as sweet as I imagined.

I quickly undressed, knowing what was about to materialize, but before I could proceed on top of Angel, she suddenly pushed me onto my cover and climbed on top of me. Sitting on my lap, the wet lips of her pussy kissing the prick of my rock-hard cock, she gazed at me with cutter loving smile. 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 eternal happiness. I remember you're equal, your preference, your love, your pain, and your spirit. I remember the undying strength and passion in your optic when you finally realized and cried out my name. I remember it all, Marcus. I love you so much that I can't even depict it ! I'm so happy, I think I could cry !"

The air was pulled from my lungs and my consistency froze. This couldn't be real, this had to be a dream ! There was no conceivable way that my lifespan could become so… perfective tense. Angel gave me a yearn and passionate candy kiss, once again reaffirming that she and the populace around me was real. Before she could end the kiss, I wrapped my implements of war around her and held her tightly.

"I love you so much, angel. You're the most crucial thing in the human beings to me. You're the light of my life, the entirely grounds I've been able to hold on this long. Without you, I was goose egg. Without you, I am zippo. You saved me from the swarthiness of my own mind. You reached out and saved me. You gave me a home in a world I despised and was disgusted by. You aren't just my Angel, you are a honest Angel Falls,"I said, letting tears of felicity spill from my eyes.

Her face 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 hope and make myself yours. No matter what you desire or what I must do, I will experience for no ground former than to love you and bring you felicity, just as I know you will do the same for me. I will be the embodiment of your will to live and you will treasure me just as I will cherish you."

She raised her header, keeping her human face hovering over mine with her long crimson hair hanging down and sealing us within our own private space.

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

"I love you too, Marcus. Now it is metre for me to grant you happiness and truly show you how it feels to get laid and be loved."

Raising herself up, she reached down and grasped my shaft, 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 hotshot of entering her, unable to completely distinguish how dependable it felt. It was so tender, so soft, and so wet, but beyond that, every unity face from the friction to the niggardness was so perfect that it was as it her body was actually changing and adapting itself to my preference.

Even more, beyond just the forcible connection, I felt like our hearts, minds, and souls were merging together. I could find her emotions rushing through the connection and into me, overflowing with lovingness like water from the perfect shower, and just like our joined anatomy, I was able to penetrate her idea with my own emotions and felt her embrace me.

Angel whimpered in felicity as she reached the al-Qa'ida of my turncock, showing not a single twinge of pain."Oh my god, it feels so good. It's perfect ; it fits inside me so consummate. I can sense it kissing the entrance to my womb."

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

"We were, Marcus. We were."

She then leaned forward onto her hired hand and raised her lower body, revealing the shot of my cock with a sheath of blood from her ruptured hymen, the same shadowiness as her hair. She lowered herself back down, whimpering in joy as I filled her to completion with my genus Phallus. Moving in a gentle whiplash moment, she began raising her humiliated organic structure and then swinging it back down onto my rooster, driving it up into her with the perfect speed and potency and leaving me completely overwhelmed with happiness. Every time she dropped down, her stark ass would jiggle against my lap. After mastering the rhythm and motion, she changed her technique and began rolling her low-toned body on me, grinding back and Forth River with my gumshoe stirring her honey pot. She rode me like that for several minutes, allowing us to both get fully accustomed to the sensation of being intimate.

Soon after, she changed her proficiency again, leaning back and relying on her belly muscles to annul her up so that she could bounce on my rooster. Her face was blushing while she panted, and her large boob jumped with her like a pair of melon-sized urine balloons hanging from the bumper of dune buggy going off-road. I was almost hypnotized, but within me, I also felt a burning passion. I felt the demand to act and take the jumper lead in this dance. I felt invigorated, energetic, unvanquishable, like I could take in screw to her for hours and never mess up my load.

"Angel, turn around and lean back. It's time for me to involve care of you,"I said, almost in a growl.

holy man looked at me with a mix of excited coyness and loving tenderness 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 work force on her hips and elevated her, giving me way to begin thrusting up like a piston. Angel's whine of bliss became a groan of euphoria, with the mattress squeaking out its own feelings to my movements. I was using the bed to my vantage, harnessing the saltation in the mattress to switch me upwards with added forte. I was thrusting up into her with everything I had, feeling completely immune to any depletion in stamen. With her back now to me, her hanker red hair's-breadth was splayed out across my expression and dresser like a crashing waterfall. To some, this would be annoying, but I loved it. Her hair was so soft and smelled so sweet ; it felt like I was being showered with rose petals.

Wanting to change my Angle of penetration, Angel adjusted herself on top of me, leaning farther back and resting her metrical foot on my knees. I certainly didn't objective, though it took me a min to readjust my cause to go in her. With her now lying on me, I had no room in which to thrust and now had to use my grim consistency in order to pull out and push back in, basically in a undulation move. As she rocked back and forth on top of me, Angel Falls's teat bounced and rolled beautifully. I would have given a kidney to watch them jiggle. At the time, she was moaning in happiness with a tissue layer of lather covering her nude body and giving her an titillating sheen.

It is out of the question to describe the entire extragalactic nebula of sensations I experienced while confidant with backer. From a physical stage of prospect, it was like we were perfect tense for each other, our bodies synchronized in a way never seen before in the world. Every breath, every microseism, and every movement was mirrored and countered, letting us enliven every possible material body of pleasure in each other. It was as if we were two one-half of clock, a clock made of jillion of pieces, and through the connection of our dead body, every art object had come together and each check mark and tock echoed masterfully. But beyond the physical experience was the excited one.

For the first time in my aliveness, I felt like I was truly tacit, like I was truly make love. I was experiencing a bond that nobody else in chronicle had ever felt, because cypher in story had ever been in a office like this. In traditional human bonding, two people meet, and if they are compatible, then over metre, they adjust themselves to complete each other. With Angel, I had found someone that already completed me. I didn't need to change anything. I didn't need to conform and castrate my personality ; Angel had been born matching my person perfectly. The only when variety was that I was now happy instead of woeful. To feel so tightly united with someone gave me something that I thought I would never live : belonging. For the first meter in my life, I felt like I finally had a home in this construct known as reality, like I was that one stubborn piece of a puzzle that didn't seem to go anywhere, until at last, I found the stain where I fit perfectly. Until now, I loved my menage, but only enough to guilt me out of committing suicide. With Angel, I finally felt at peace with the world and wanted to continue living, to be on this earth as long as possible and spend every day with her.

I don't know how retentive we were adumbrate ; I think it was a duo time of day at least. It certainly felt like it had been when we both collapsed onto the bed, drained of Department of Energy and gasping for air. My sense of clock time finally came when I heard my mom annunciate a ten-minute admonition for dinner party throughout the sign of the zodiac. It was about 7:00, and the bed was soaked in sudor and other bodily fluids. saint was on her back with her pegleg wrapped around my waist, and I was basically sitting on the soles of my feet, driving into her like a jackhammer. We had been like this for fifteen minutes, but I refused to change situation simply because I got a everlasting purview of Angel's breasts and was able to view them bounce and jiggle to my nitty-gritty's substance. My mom's warning told me that it was finally prison term to hold on, though I felt like I could have gone all night without quitting.

"Angel, I'm going to cum."

"Me too. release it all into me, I want to feel it inside me."

"But you might get pregnant."

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

I smiled, kissed her, and then put all my strength into ten more pumps. At last, I released my entire load into Angel, filling her up until semen was literally overflowing out of her. At the same time, backer cried out in hug drug and a shiver ran throughout her whole soundbox as she experienced her umpteenth climax. Finally feeling my delayed enfeeblement, I pulled out of Angel and fell back, barely having enough energy to pass off. holy man was in the Same country, the backtalk of her pussy now swollen from the hours of sex. But we were felicitous, happy and in love.

"That was the great experience of my spirit,"I hummed.

"Mine too,"holy person laughed while curling up next to me.

"I honestly don't know how we're going to play up the forte to get to the table. I'm starving but I'm just too play out to eat."

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

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

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

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

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

"Also, I might ask a trivial help getting dressed. My total soundbox is basically background nothing from all that lovemaking."



dinner was awkward to say the least, with everyone trying not to gaze at Angel and I. I honestly couldn't Tell if my family line had heard the two of us having sex or not ; they weren't sending me any signals of acknowledgement or embarrassment. Maybe it was because this was the foremost time since her introduction that my menage had actually seen Angel and could address to her. While the stiffness was nearly suffocative, my family did seem relieved to one big modification : I was gorging myself on every scrap of food mom had prepared. After months of throwing up every meal and hr of sex, my organic structure was screaming for alimentation and my belly felt like it was about to implode.

"Hmmm, I never realized how much I missed calories,"I groaned in happiness while shoveling a third helping of chicken onto my photographic plate.

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

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

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



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

"come on, I want to picture you the clothes mom and I got for you."

The way she was talking, I only heard her lecture like that with her Friend. It seemed that since Angel Falls was now living with us, Emily had received a new best acquaintance and the baby she always wanted.

"Hold 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 apparel on when he helped me,"holy person asked with childlike innocence.

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

touch sensation like I had been both badly portrayed and robbed, I sighed and walked to the bath. Even after the marathon saint and I had experience an hour before, I would now need both a hot and stale shower.



Emily nearly jumped when Angel pulled off her shirt, letting her white meat spring Forth without limitation. She had just assumed all this time that Angel had been wearing a bra, if she had known that she wasn't… she would have been more hesitant in staying in the room. backer seemed to have no fear about going topless in front of Emily, but Emily was feeling wan with envy. She couldn't service but switch her gaze from Angel's chest to her own.

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

"Thank you so a lot for getting these for me. I'm really sorry about having to take over your clothes,"holy person said gratefully as she pulled on a garden pink top from a pile of clothes on Emily's bed.

"It's no problem. But, uh… you can sustain the step-in. Now… this the kickoff clip we've actually talked, and I know that you've probably told your floor a hundred times, but I have to ask : do you really not commemorate anything ?"

Angel lost her grin. She had regained her memories, but they weren't the form of storage that she could severalise anyone about. She had to keep up the act of amnesia.

"No, I'm sorry. It would be Nice if I did, simply to ease everyone's worrying. But to be honorable, I don't want to recall. I'm sorry, I know that makes me good really sketchy,"she chuckled sadly.

"Why don't you want to call up ? Is it so that you can stay here ?"

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

"Luckily I was the only one upstairs and the elbow room beneath the guest room is rarely used, so I'm fairly sure I'm the only one who knows. I will allow in, the fact that you two moved so quickly is really mistrustful. Under normal context, I would never be able to trust 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 consideration ?"

Emily sighed."I can't help but believe you. I see the way you look at my blood brother, and it is with honest happiness and dearest. A con artist could easily trick me into believing that, but I'm just ineffective to see any evil aim 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 long time. During dinner, he was so freewheeling and good of liveliness. If it keeps Marcus happy and live, then I'm willing to take a risk on it."She then began to laugh."But how the pit could you two immediately jump 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 erotic love, it's as simple as that. When I opened my eyes and found him beside me, clutching my men, I felt so rubber and secure, so treasured and cared for, I knew that no one could get laid me as much as Marcus did. In him, I saw a bring out heart that needed to be mended but was subject of so much love, I saw benignity beneath level of pain in the ass, and I saw individual who would treasure me forever. He told me that he saw me as an backer ( no pun intended ) that had come to save him. He said that I had the kindest heart and the sweetest mortal he had ever encountered, and that I was the lighter of his life. He wanted to protect me, to keep going me, to play me felicity and love me. Quite simply, he sees me as the one thing in this universe that he can actually bond himself to. I know that wherever he is, is my home.

Yes, it formed quickly, but we truly need each former, and we want to expend the ease of our lives together. I don't upkeep if my past times ever comes back, as long as I can be with Marcus. We were truly meant to find each early, to be together. It's beyond wide-eyed sexual love at first sight, our lives were intertwined from the get-go,"she said, speaking so cheerfully that Emily could not dismiss the warmth in her heart.

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



For the rest period of vacation, saint and I tried to keep our love secret, but the passion between us doing those inner times was inextinguishable. During the Nox, I would wait for everyone to decrease asleep before sneaking out of my room and into hers. In the darkness, we would hit fresh sexual love before falling asleep in each other's arms. too soon in the morning, my sentinel alarm would wake me up, and I would abstract back into my room.

With Angel, I found there were two sort of sex : forcible and emotional. When we were physical… holy shit. We were a couple of raging animals on PCP and ecstasy. We would go for hours, burning calorie we never even knew we had and exchanging fluids like our bodies were actually completely fluent. It wasn't simply hormone-driven ; it was like we were fully exploring each other's eubstance and letting our recondite instincts come forth. Our bodies were more compatible than humanly possible, and just being snug filled us with so much push that we could be insinuate for hours and never grow tired. We basically ran through the Kama Sutra like it was a leaflet and did every position we could think of. Angel remarked upon my newfound potency and stamen with cracking joy, as her sexual hunger was just as great as mine.

The other kind was slow and gentle, loving and intimate. Like when we were physically based, we would get to love hours on end, but the musical rhythm was completely dissimilar, completely tantric. While our bodies were linked, we allowed our individual and idea to unite. It was as if we became telepathic, being able to register our tone for each former without ever speaking them. When we fucked, it fed our bodies, but when we made sexual love, it fed our souls. Just holding onto each other, making as much liaison as potential, and being so close that we could palpate each other's hearts beating… it brought us a bliss that no forcible feeling could mate. Holding each other after making love was as squeamish as the act itself.



It was near the end of vacation, and Angel and I were kissing in her room. I heard someone coming up the stair and Angel and I quickly separated. Until my family line fully accepted her, we needed to shroud our relationship. I pretended to be in the midriff of explaining something to holy person to help her try and overcome her amnesia.

My brother stepped into the room."Marcus, mom and dad want to spill the beans to you."

"Thanks,"I said before he walked off.

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

I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. My parents and the two detective were there. They had been searching the sphere for Clarence Day and hadn't found anything, and much to my hatred, they questioned Angel extensively.

"We have finished our investigation, and we can't rule any trace of her existence prior to when you found her, but we have no way to be surely to be sure if she committed or witnessed any offense. We'll continue to look for her personal identity, but other than that, there is nothing we can do,"detective Francis said.

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

"Its not like you found a dog that you want to hold. We need to think of her future. There are places where mass in her status can subsist,"said my dad.

"No, we are not abandoning her."

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

My parents tried to conceive of a reply but were unable to counterbalance my logical argument. After all, it was clear that whether holy man stayed or left, my wellness and lifetime depended on it.

"She needs me as much as I need her. Her retention is slowly beginning to come back, she remembers information about the cosmos and what things are and mean, but she knows nothing about herself. I can't assistant but wonder if that knowledge will ever come back, or maybe there was none to begin with. For all we know, she could be starting from scratch. She may not have a seat or menage to return to."

I sighed and softened my tone."I know that there is also the fiscal situation of letting her stay with us. Room and board and all that former stuff… I know that this family 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 can instead be used to make her a phallus of this family. College is a scam anyway, and it's not like I will be unequal to of getting a job if all I have is a mellow school 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 warmness and love life in her eyes was like a soothing rainfall to my mortal. She walked over to me and wrapped her hands around mine, leaning her headway on my shoulder.

"Mom, dad… we're in love."

Several consequence passed by,

"You've given us a lot to think about,"my dad said shakily as he pulled my mom into the sustenance elbow 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 breasts to rub down my shaft while she licked the tip.

"I can't even describe how good that feels,"I hummed, taking slap-up joy in the sight of the moonlight being caught by the spittle and pussy juice on Angel's tits.

"To bring you happiness is why I live. I'm glad that my breasts are so large, you sure seem fond of them,"she purred, rubbing the two subdued yet immobile pillows of flesh against my manhood.

Her skin, it was so politic, fragile, and soft ; it was like she had been shaved from the neck down by a laser and then took a retentive bath in a tub entire of moisturizer.

"I'm fond of everything about you, from the endless kindness within your nitty-gritty, your goddess look, the sweetness of your soul, your foresightful and elegantly beautiful whisker, and your flawless body, which practically perspires sexuality."

My external respiration quickened and I sensed an oncoming orgasm. Reading me like brail, saint doubled her efforts, her face blushing with desperate arousal and loving allegiance."Cum for me, Marcus. Spray with your semen. I want to accept 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 snap, I ejaculated every drop of semen in my body, coating Angel's face, her tits, and her outstretched clapper. Before it could fully deflate, Angel took my cock in her mouth, cleaning it off and siphoning out any bullets that had been loaded into the barrel but never fired. Once it was hollow, she sat up and hungrily licked my cum off her breasts like it was the center of liveliness. I almost had to laugh when she started wiping it off her cheek and then slurping it off her fingers, cleaning herself like a cat.

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

"I'm going to leave out having these lazy twenty-four hours to ourselves. I am really not looking forward to school tomorrow,"I sighed.

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

"Don't remind me, but maybe I'll skip dejeuner and come home 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 blame me ?"

I then gave a deep suspiration 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 adequate to of feeling so little of it. You almost managed to take it away when I saw you each morning, but for it to be continuous like this, it makes me find like I've spent the last three months wearing a suit of armor with a lead apron underneath, and now I can finally walk discharge without anything weighing me down. To recollect that my sprightliness could go so perfect…"

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

"Marcus ?"Angel then asked, resting her caput on my berm. Her eye 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 nothing standing between us. I love you, Angel. I love you Sir Thomas More than you could possibly imagine."

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

As she pulled away, a smile crossed her lips and looked down, seeing that I was once again sway hard."wellspring, looks like you're ready for round 2,"she said coyly.

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



"Ugh, I hate wearing these,"I muttered as I tried to keep the back 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 room. She had a warm smile completely devoid of concern or concern.

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

"Of row not, I know you are too strong to give into this disease. Besides, as long as I am awake, I won't let you die."

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

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

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

I looked at holy man and kissed her on the forehead. The two of us separated and I followed the nurse into the room with the MRI. The nurse handed me a twain of earplugs and I climbed up onto the work bench, lying down so that it could load me into the machine. In the cramped tube, I could hear the buzzing of the MRI kicking to life. For various minutes, I listened to the auto whir as my learning ability 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 issue. Dr. Nat Turner walked in and put up the printed x-ray."This is practically a miracle, the tumor have shrunk to the spot where they are barely noticeable and have lost all of their influence on your health."

I grinned and held holy man's paw."So my cancer is gone ?"

"Not completely, but it seems like there is something that is keeping it in stop. We certainly didn't see results like these with the chemo or radiation handling. It could be an anatomical reference refutation chemical mechanism or there is something in your environment causing it. The cancer could return if whatever is helping you disappears, but congratulations, you're winning the battle."

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





Chapter 3



It was the first day after vacation, and everyone was following his or her morning procedure. angel 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 month while we figure out where you can go for a tangible education,"I said as I pulled on my backpack.

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

We tried to disregard everyone watching us.

My siblings, parents, and I went outside, with Phil, Emily, and I being driven to school by our dad. The February weather seemed especially cold, and I realized it was because I didn't have my arm around saint. As we drove down the bumpy driveway, I could feel my body becoming colder and colder with every column inch of aloofness between us. But I was also in a good modality ; I would be going back to school pain-free, and with holy person in my life, cypher in the world could suffer me.



It was gym year and the subject of the day was post drill. The gymnasium had been split up into areas, each with a different usage or bodily process to be performed for a set amount of clock time. Arriving at the chin-up station, I jumped up onto the bar with gusto. I normally hated gym course with every character of my being, but my proficient mood and lack of pain was making me restless.

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

"I found the pure treatment."

After a twelve lifts, I finally jumped off and landed on the floor. My muscles were twitching from the relievo of no pain sensation.

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

I chuckled and cracked my knuckles."That punk has been home-schooled all this time for some nipper injuries while I barely missed a day while being in endless full-body agony. 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 angel more and more. I longed to take care into her middle, to pick up her sweet voice, and to hold her in my arms. I would sit in family, looking out the window. Everything around me was drowned out, as she was the solitary thing on my mind.



I was unquiet as the bus got closer and closer to my mansion. The instant 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 foot broke through the ice over a oceanic abyss puddle and was submerged up preceding my ankle in icy water. I kept running until I got to the planetary house and wrenched open the door. I took a step inside and backer jumped into my arms, kissing me passionately. funny story, the two of us together reminded me of those old John Calvin 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 inside of each other's mouths. As soon as Angel Falls's dungaree and step-in were off, I got down on my genu and buried my mouth and tongue in her sweet slit. Lathering her insides and drinking her essence, I was on Cloud 9 while simultaneously making Angel moan in ecstasy. Her pussy tasted so sweet and was so diffused, I actually lifted her up and let her repose both her legs on my shoulders so that I could dig even inscrutable with my spit. Having ripped off her shirt and bra, Angel was massaging her chest with one hand and running her fingerbreadth through my whisker, stammering how respectable it felt and how a good deal she had missed my skin senses. While working diligently, I couldn't aid but search up and look up to her good breasts, dominating my aspect as if I was standing at the floor of two mountains.

Without the slightest break, I performed my much-enjoyed duty until saint experienced her start coming, filling the house with her shrill calls of hug drug. While she stepped back down onto the ground with shaky branch, I stood up and fully undressed. She was quickly fix for me, and without wasting clock time, she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist while I entered her. Holding her against the rampart, I began thrusting with abstruse, hefty shoves, slamming the head of my prick against the entering to her womb over and over. Each time I forced myself into her, backer would release a beautiful yelp of happiness and her grip would momentarily slacken from the trench frisson running throughout her body

As much as I loved being able-bodied to go deeply than common, the inefficiencies and deficiency of comfort of the position quickly drained our solitaire. As if reading each former's minds, I pulled out of Angel just as she unwrapped her legs from around my waist. With a coy smiling on her face, she turned around and stood by the window, shaking her shapely ass at me. Grinning, I brushed her hair aside and ran my tongue up her back, brought it up to the spine of her ear, and then began kissing her cervix to try and nonverbally express my gratitude and describe to her just how perfect she was.

With my dick careen knockout and literally pulsating with each measure of my pump, I got behind Angel Falls and entered her with ease, drawing a blissful hum from the insight. After a few tentative stroke to get accustomed to the movements and angle, I placed my hands on Angel Falls's hips and immediately began hammering her with the f number of a peckerwood. She was pushed up against the window, crying out joyfully as I fucked her. Each and every time, I would slam into her with all of my enduringness, entering as deeply as possible and as fast as possible. With each brawny thrust, Angel's breasts would flap down against the window, and with the frigidity of the spyglass, her pap quickly became same gumdrops, while her sudor and breath left a beautiful imprint of her custody and chest on the window. I don't know which sounded better, the clapping of her taut ass against my lap or her titty against the window.

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

Wanting to move the view to the bed, I put my arms under saint's knees and picked her up. Angel just thought I was changing the spatial relation again and began grinding her pussy against my rooster as I held her up, moaning and grunting like a rampantly beast. More than well-chosen to indulge her, I began lifting her up and down with my sleeve while using my lower body to thrust up into her. To the wet sound of her fair sex getting penetrated over and over again by my prick, saint leaned back and we began to kiss, quite gently in contrast to the godforsaken shag just two groundwork away.

Soon my arms began to ache and I decided that it was time to move on. Gently, I set Angel down on the bed, momentarily pulling out of her. Knowing what I wanted, she held herself up on the edge on her hired man and knees, inviting me back in. I accepted the invite and mounted her like a dog, drawing saucy moans and rallying cry of happiness as I fucked her with everything I had and with renewed speed. The whole sign of the zodiac was filled with the clapping sound of flesh against flesh as I drove into Angel with all the baron I could mobilize, desperate to satisfy and pleasure her.

For an hr and a one-half, we continued like that, continuously switching positions and screwing like there was no tomorrow. Our bodies had been starved of each former all day and we were desperate to puddle up for lost time. Eventually, we stopped for a breakout, simply to catch our breather and give my humanity a suspension. Now was my preferred part ; Angel and I holding each early as we let our trunk relax from the sensual act of love committed only moment ago.

"How was your day ?"I asked as I could feel Angel's conciliate breathing slack to its common pace.

"sort of drilling. The tutor gave me a low 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 utmost name,"she hummed, pressing herself tightly against me.

With my Kuki resting on her shoulder, I smiled and gently brushed aside a lock of tomentum over her grimace, tucking it behind her ear."If only the world knew who you really were."

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

"Great. It was so decent to be without painful sensation. I can never even commence to picture my gratitude for saving me."

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

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

Angel chuckled.

"So a lot of masses are starting to call up I never had malignant neoplastic disease. By tomorrow, probably half of the school will think I had been faking it to get attention."

She looked at me with unbelief.

"Don't trouble, I don't give a rat's ass what anyone there thinks. I don't want any booster. Hell, I don't even need to acknowledge anyone there. I severed all crosstie with almost everyone else on the planet long before I met you. You're the only one I need."

Several dumb moments passed by.

"Something else is on your mind."

"How'd you know ?"

holy man pressed her impudence against mine, and just as I was about to reckon she was going to whisper something in my ear, she instead gave a aristocratic hum.

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

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

"Its fine. There is a good chance that he will try to campaign me tomorrow, maybe then I can get some revenge. death time, I strangled him, shattered his nose, broke his eye socket, and busted out all of his teeth, but he deserves a much more severe punishment."

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

"Yes, dear."



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

"Get up you son of a bitch !"I heard Tom yell behind me.

the great unwashed in the mansion immediately stopped to watch.

"outset,"I said to myself with a grinning.

I stood up and faced Tom. His nozzle was crooked and his mouth were covered in scars from getting cut up by his teeth. Many of his teeth had been put back in, however, well-nigh were manipulate. He would never be able-bodied to smile without people laughing at him. I had a devious grin on my face as I pulled off my coat and backpack. Standing before him, I released a booming laugh, feeling my passion mix with the sense of invincibility I had gained since coming together Angel.

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

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

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

"You think you can ache me ? You think you can scare me ? Nothing you do will ever reach me ! I've outgrown your puny human being human beings !"

I lashed out and punched Tom in the nose with all the strength in my body, literally holding nix back. He staggered back with his paw over his broken nose, giving a muffled howl of pain while profligate streamed out from between his fingerbreadth. My fist was shaking, not in infliction or awe, but felicity. The grinning on my face was a bloody-minded maniac one, burning with the haunted fire of the past and the fearless fire of the future. I was finally free.

"I've experienced my own last, witnessed the end of all reason, suffered more agony in the last few months than you will ever experience in your life-time, and finally discovered happiness through something beyond your comprehension ! There is nil in the world that can I can reverence or trust, nothing you can do to hurt me ! I've broken free of this globe and outgrown you !"

I lunged forward and punched Tom in the face. The blow grazed his forehead, sparing him most of the impact and allowing him to save a punch straight to my gut. While it was strong enough to criticise the farting out of me, after the point of pain sensation I had endured, it felt like I had just gotten hit by a beach ball. Laughing like a maniac, I stood upright and again punched him, giving an instant black eye. Roaring in pain and madness, he tackled me and slammed me against the wall, then began punching me in the face wildly. While his biff decimated my physique, they were unable to rob me of my smile and assurance. Sporting two black eyes and bruises across my brass, I reached up and caught his clenched fist, stopping the barrage.

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

"Karma. You ruined my life with your ruthlessness, now I will work that pitilessness on you ten fold. I shall show you the true signification of despair, just as you have shown me. You shall learn the deviation between our levels of hatred."

I slammed my cubital joint into his human face and fractured his eye socket. Tom staggered back, and without any hesitation, I delivered a punch to the gut that made him buckle, granting me the sodding opportunity to mosh my knee in his human face and bust his already broken nose. Nearly delirious from the pain, Tom was essentially incapacitated as I began pummeling him with my fist, beating him wildly until my brass knuckles bled. I had to acknowledge, the fact that he stayed on his feet was commendable, but that only gave me a continuous reason to prevent punching him.

Within seconds, it was Tom set against the wall, completely at the clemency of my clout. His font was a bloody mess, even worse than mine, but I wouldn't stop. As long as I didn't putting to death him, I had aught to worry about.

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



tercet weeks suspension, a small toll to pay for my vengeance. I was favorable not to have been expelled, but once again, Tom throwing the first biff was all the defense reaction I needed. My parents, who were both furious that I had gotten suspended yet again but sympathetic when they saw how bruised up my font was, brought me home early.

"Oh my god, are you all right ? !"backer 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 take summer school."

"Your mother and I are going to discuss your punishment. You had best Bob Hope we don't leave you out in the gage yard with a tent and a trash bag to sleep in,"my dad said as he and my mom walked into the animation room.

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

"My suspension is actually pretty in effect news. Except for when your private instructor comes and my category returns, we'll have the house to ourselves for three weeks."



Once again, my parents were distraught on whether to be mad at me or be accepting of my action at law. Angel and I were rapturous. During the morning, Angel and I would sleep in for an extra time of day, wake up and make love while half-asleep, then go have breakfast, and postponement for Angel's tutor to show up. Once he arrived, I would serve her with her work in all the agency I could. After the tutor left, Angel and I would have lunch and spend the rest of the afternoon chatting or making love.



One afternoon, saint and I were taking a walk through the woodwind instrument. Snow was gently falling from the cloudy sky and there wasn't even the slightest breeze. We were walking hand in mitt, just enjoying the glass-like scene of frozen nature. We stepped into a vast hayfield, transformed into a sea of snow savings bank by the ageless winter.

"Ready ?"

"Ready."

We both fell back into a snow bank, letting the crystallize mattress cushion our fall as if we were immune to gravity.

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

She looked at me and placed her delicate finger on my cheek. I pulled off my baseball glove and did the same. Angel didn't shiver as my chilled hired man brushed against her subdued porcelain skin. From her hand on my cheek and my deal on hers, I could feel 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 pour down yourself. You said that you hated and were disgusted by the human being race. What did you mean ? I have your memories, but I don't know your thought processes."

I sighed as I tried to think of how I was going to excuse it."When I was in that shoal for troubled kids, my mortal was wax of passion. Not only were my persecutor getting off without punishment, I had been locked away like a criminal. I looked at the system that had screwed me over and the wrench psychology of the yobbo that had made my life a living pit. I realized that if I were to realize the force-out that had ruined my life, I would need to understand the meat of those forces. I began to look at the human being backwash as if I was not human. I looked at history and I studied the people around me. I looked at their flaw, their imperfections, their weaknesses, and their predictability. I was disgusted by what I had found.

Mankind is cypher more than an evolutionary bushed end, the result of our ancestors becoming smart enough to make it in the harsh wilderness and thereby losing their evolutionary crusade. When early mankind overcame the obstruction that get in the way of the lives of species, they found that there were no longer any obstacle that required brain function higher than what they had. True, we made some technical advance : we invented weapons to defend ourselves, machines to help us harness the terra firma's imagination, and medicinal drug to extend our lives, but we lacked the word to use them wisely.

We became smart enough to work up communities, but remained stupid enough to fight over resources. We became smart enough to use fervour, but remained stupid person enough to use it to destroy nature. We became smart enough to cook up thousands and languages and religious belief, but remained stupid enough to be unable to detect compromise or peace in a exclusive one. We're caught in an evolutionary limbo, where any opposing force that requires learning ability function eminent 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. red cent, it is one pathetically dead crown. Now we're stuck with the power to make things that we're too stupid person to use properly, and underdevelop minds that aren't prepared for the things they think they can do.

I turned my spinal column on this hapless coinage and severed all ties with this world."I then softened my step and pressed my os frontale against hers."Screw the humanity, I don't need it anymore. As long as I have you, I am content. human beings means nil to me. You are all that is important."

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

A feel of muddiness crossed my look as I moved my hand from her cheek to her neck."You don't look chilled at all."

"Yeah, but its too cold out here for us to usher each other how very much we love each former,"she said as she kissed me.



Our romanticist vacation 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 weeks meant that I was drowning in missed rest home and schoolwork. I would suffer to work for hours every eventide to try and get trip up up, meaning that I still couldn't be with holy person as much as I wanted to. If I didn't claw my way back up from the abyss, then it meant summertime school and no graduation for me, which meant that the metre I could spend with Angel would be decimated. But after dinner when Angel and I would go up to bed, the tender making love that had accumulated during the day would be released with unparalleled passion.



With the reaching of April, springiness fever was injected into the conditions like steroids. All of the blow was blasted away by the sun and the temperature was reaching into the high 50's, basically tropical climate for Mainers. I had almost an forbidding feeling about the warmth, because I knew that the summer would be unbearably hot. With the lovesome weather thawing everything out, Angel was getting me to do the one matter that no one else could ready me do : exercising. I had fair upper-body strong point, but when it came to cardiovascular… I was a shipwreck. All those years of lounging and staying uninvolved with everything had come back to obsess me. I hated all exercise, but being with Angel made it tolerable… not that going for a daily jog didn't make me finger like my lungs were filled with razor blades.

One good afternoon, Angel and I were jogging through the park by my home base. Actually, she was jogging ; I was shortening my lifespan by trying to keep up. We stopped when we finally broke out from under the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, feeling the sunshine on us. I was leaning on my knees, trying to catch my breathing spell. I nearly collapsed from relief when I heard her speak those four favorable words :"Let's take a break."

In the dark of the limb and budding leaves, we rested beneath the branches of a tree on the edge of the meadow. backer was sitting against the trunk, and I was lying down with my head in her lap. The air was filled with the sound of chirping birds and animals taking advantage of the warm atmospheric condition. She was humming a soft tune and I could feel blissful relaxation seeping into my tired body like rain on soil. The refreshed springtime air was mending my aching lungs, the perfume of the thawing reason and the revived industrial plant was making me melt in walking on air, the passion of Angel's body was easing my muscles like a easy massage, and the mesmeric tone of her humming felt like a soothing lullaby.

"You know, back when I was sick, I used to contemplate life sentence and end and what they meant. It wasn't a morbid Gothic architecture matter, just a peculiarity, 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 cosmos, no value or purport other than what we create for ourselves. But even going against that and all the neurons in my brain screaming at me to be logical, I am convinced that there is an afterlife. I'm not talking about a heaven or a hell, but just some plane of existence where the sense remains."

"How do you cipher ?"

"retentivity, everything we think and experience is merely a reaction to events and our surroundings, a recorded rebound that takes the form of a memory. reckon the amount of time it takes for information from your senses to be received and process by your brain. It takes maybe a few nanoseconds ? But take everything that can pass and has happened within the span of a few nanoseconds, and in increments of time even shorter. Outside of our human perception, a nanosecond could feel like a century.

Even now, every thought that passes through my mind and everything I feel, they all occur before recollective before I am truly aware of them, in which case, my detection of them is really goose egg more than than a retention. I'm always living in the past, my intellect trailing behind the flow of time, only reacting when information is memorized and played like a flashback. Every second is just a remembering for your brain, while your body move on through the future.

So if that's true, is it possible that my totally life could just be a single memory ? A movie playing in my mind that is eighteen twelvemonth long and ongoing, with my brain always wondering what's going to find next while my body and the domain around me create each new view about to be viewed ? In which case, I could be remembering this from a hundred year into the future, having lived an incredibly hanker life story. This conversation might not be happening in real time, but is actually something that occurred a hundred old age ago and I am currently remembering it in real time.

But memories can not survive without the mind. A moving-picture show can not exist if the disk or tape it's imprinted on doesn't exist. Therefor, if I am a memory, a continuous retentiveness being relived from some spot in the future, then that memory must go on forever. Maybe the memory doesn't stop… just because my physical structure stops. The only way this store can continue is if there is a mind able to take on it back, to retain the information. So when I die, my thinker will be unable to play the remembering and I will lay off to exist in my flow variety. But I do exist, meaning that I still exist in the futurity, and as long as I exist in the future, I exist in the present, meaning that I exist for all eternity, but my anatomy is merely dissimilar from what it once was."

Angel giggled."That's fascinating. I'd love life to hear more."

"Sorry, but that's all I've got so far. Speaking of life-time and destruction, I have to ask, where did you come from ? I've spent more time being grateful 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 get it on how that's potential. You were originally a figment of my imagination, right ?"

"Yes, that is right."

"Then how can you go from being imaginary 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 forehead."The day is soon coming when I will explain everything to you, but it is not today. Do not care, do not be afraid, just savor the award and looking at forwards to the future. Always remember that we shall be together until the end of time."

"As long as those Good Book remain genuine, I don't care what happens,"I said sleepily before closing my middle and dozing off, listening to the sound of Angel's sweet humming.



schooltime was coming to an end and everyone was getting antsy. Angel and I couldn't be glad. She would still be homeschooled during the day, but we would have all summer to be with each other, and by the skin of my teeth, I had managed to make up all my missed work. Oh, and graduation was coming. On one of the conclusion few daylight of school, I was in woodshop class. The course had been closed, so we were allowed to just use the machinery for whatever we wanted. I was using the gear-controlled table Mandrillus leucophaeus to work on a special project.

One of the other educatee walked over to me."rumour 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 schoolhouse ?"

By his tone of voice, I knew that it would be a bad idea to answer. If I gave a name, everyone would instantly try to feel whoever it was. people would hassle her for being with me and try to see red me by making libidinous suggestions about her. I knew human nature well, and I knew what went on in the mind of senior high school day zany. I just continued my body of work, not even looking at him. When I moved to a power drum sander and began smoothening my initiation, 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 commencement exercise for the class of 2012. It was a blisteringly hot summer day, because for some reason, schooling decide that it's best to make all the students gather together in polyester gown with wide-cut attire gasp and shirt ( if you're a guy underneath ) when spring turns to summertime. And of course, in a schoolhouse with no AC, all the graduates and their kinsperson would be herded into the sweaty lyceum like an Auschwitz oven. In the hour before the ceremony, the manor hall were flooded with educatee and family appendage, all of them sweating slug, talking about future plans, and reminiscing about the by 12 years.

Then a ripple passed through the construction. The commencement observance was not about to start, no ; it was something else. At the entrance to the school, with my parents and sib on either side, holy person had arrived to watch the observance. Everyone stared at her, completely hypnotized. She was wearing a skirt that showed off her porcelain legs and a discase top that put her ample breasts on display without showing too much cleavage. No one had ever seen a person with half the beauty as this unknown. With flaming reddened tomentum that hung down the length of her back, piercing Amytal eyes that looked like they could see into your very soul, and a grin that was awe-inspiring in its beauty, she was the definition of ne plus ultra. I had arrived at the school day earlier, so my class just had to find me and then their seats.

Drawn to my as if with a 6th sense, angel lead my phratry down the hallway of the school. Every scholar and even their parents gawked at the goddess passing them by. A few masses even tried to record her on their phones. The male child stared at her hungrily, wondering what beautiful Eden she had been hiding from all their biography. The girls were all jealous, glad that such a perfective brute hadn't been in shoal with them, 50 they would all be invisible in comparison.

They arrived at the library, where most of the students had gathered, as it was the coolest place in the building. Just like in the halls, everyone stared at angel like she was a gift from some Godhead being, a smasher unmatched by any man. They followed her with their oculus, unable to conceive such a gem existed, and why, of all people, she was walking over to me. I was sitting by the computers, trying to picture out how to redo my tie. I had taken it off soon after arriving at the school, desperate for any relief, but I didn't know how to get it right. Sweating like a pot roast and cursing, I fumbled with my tie until saint arrived, the light of my life.

A stamp grin on her sweet lips, she leaned down and kissed me. To everyone watching, it was like realness had shattered. For a girl, as stun and perfect as Angel, to be kissing me of all people, it had to be some cruel trick. She then redid my tie, and after she and my phratry congratulated me and wished me luck, they departed to receive their derriere in the gym. As soon as they were gone, everyone rushed in, desperate to have it off who she was and asking every question they could cogitate of. I just sat silently, smiling with the cerebration that I had her in my life.



The ceremony was even worse than I thought, with the gym turning into a sweaty, stuffy sauna, and my clothes feeling like wool blankets. The heat was so intense that I honestly thought I blacked out a couple meter. I was pretty much buried deep in Devil's fiery rectum. Trying to brush off the heat, I focused my thoughts on the graduation itself. Before I met Angel, I pretty much hated everyone around me, and after I met her, I was simply immaterial. But sitting there, surrounded by people I spent my puerility with and saw five daylight a week for 12 years, I was suddenly overwhelmed with nostalgia. I may not give birth had very many well-chosen remembering, but so a lot of my life was spent around these the great unwashed. I had always hated alteration and relished routines, and this was one of the not bad changes of my liveliness, in which I was going to recede so many the great unwashed that I had grown up with.

Then there were all the store of school itself. All of the moral, the projects, endless mean solar day that I thought would never end. Those were really over. about of it had been a drag, but there were still store that would always remain, and some times that were almost even enjoyable. And now, that's all they were : memories. I'm not gallant of the fact that I almost began to bust up, thinking about this over and over again. But maybe it's dear that I was still homo enough to find this way.

I looked around the gym, trying to incur Angel. As beautiful as she was, I couldn't position her in the sea of faces, but I knew she was watching me, or at least trying to. I may birth been losing the close-fitting mass I had to supporter, but now I had her. Finally, it was time to find diploma, and with our name being called, everyone moved in an unraveling personal line of credit. My epithet being called, I stepped forward and received the small leather book with my diploma inside. To conceive, I was finally done, and now, my new spirit could begin.



Later that night, after thoroughly showering and hydrating, I stepped outside to see what the conditions were. There wasn't a 1 mosquito around, but millions of bright fireflies. The evening was cloudless with a gentle but warm snap that seemed to carry the perfume-like odor of the changing of seasons. It was absolutely perfect for what I had in mind.

"Angel Falls, do you need to select a walk through the woods with me ?"

Sitting on the sofa and watching TV, she looked at me and cocked her head to one side. The minuscule of smiles crossed her lips as she looked into my eyes."I would bed to."

We grabbed our brake shoe and headed out into the woods. There were so many fire beetle that we did not need a flashlight ; the insect perfectly illuminated the forest. Their light cast a cryptic gloriole on everything in the Mrs. Henry Wood and altered their semblance, the leave gained a dour blue-green refinement and the tree trunks seemed to have a purplish tinge. The illumination was almost haunting. I could see what everything was, but my sense of space and perception was warped. I could reach out to advert a leaf and my manus would only slide by through its fantasm. I could take a step towards something respective metre away and earn that it was in good order in nominal head of me the all metre. The forest was filled with endless tail from the light, shadows that seemed to hold mystery of nature itself.

I watched Angel as she moved through the woods like a ghost. Her eye were filled with curiosity as the lightning bug hovered around her like fairies. In the brightness level of the insects, her red-faced hair shined like rubies and her depressed center glowed like the moon. I remembered the day that I had met her, when I she had truly been born into my worldly concern, having materialized out of melt off air. The way she was wrapped in the light… was supernatural.

I closed my hired hand around hers."There is a place I want to show you. Judging by what we have seen so far, I'm guessing that this place will be a study of art."



A babbling creek carved its way through the soft forest soil. The creek was about a foot in diameter and not even an column inch deep. various modest rivers connected to it like veins and created islands, dotted with ferns and shrubs. The brook led to a pool, about the size of a coffee table and a foot deep. Surrounding the puddle was a dam of rocks to uphold its shape. Next to the kitty was a boulder, bathed in moonlight and wrapped in moss. There was a symphony echoing through the clearing. It was a mix of the babbling brook, the croaking of frogs, the chirping of crickets, and the whistling of skirt, all forming a melody that no orchestra could oppose.

"Gorgeous,"backer gasped.

"When I was a kid, I always used to get out here to meet. Nature was the only friend I needed. All these little rivers and islands were a variety of irrigation project. These solar day, I come here just to think and stimulate some peace."

"Marcus, this is so beautiful."

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

She turned to me.

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

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a pocket-size velvet jewelry box I had borrowed from my Sister. I opened it up, revealing a closed chain.

I had crafted it in woodshop and made it as smooth as marble, using graceful rosewood tree to compliment her fuzz. Golden wire had been stamped into the wood with just the right amount of force, allowing it to detain in without adhesives and without crushing or fracturing the wood. It had been arranged into a looping pattern, almost like a Celtic design. There was no diamond on the ring ; instead, there was a bead-sized meth pebble. In the field glass was a grouping of four telegram : gold, red, blue, and super acid, all intertwined in a slub. I had used magnifying glasses and pincer to influence the wire. Had my handwriting trembled like they used to, it would have been insufferable. I had learned to varnish matter in glass on the cyberspace and had done it all myself.

She was breathless.

"Angel, will you be my futurity fiancée ?"

"Yes, of course, Marcus,"she whispered as she put on the ringing, the wooden band fitting flawlessly.

I placed my manus on her impertinence and looked into her beautiful eyes.

"I love you, holy man. I love you so much 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 erotic love in the missionary berth as a way to celebrate her new halo and the promise we had made. We had been like this for half an minute, moving as slowly and gently as swarm. As I slid back and forth, Angel's tongue danced and rolled in my backtalk, filling it with her sweet taste perception. Fulfilling the inevitable changeover stop, I could feel all the sinew in my pelvic neighborhood tightening and instinctively increased my speed, trying to cajole my building orgasm. As my efforts increased, Angel began panting heavily in anticipation. My ejaculation was signaled with a deep grunt, following the jettison of several blasts of semen. Angel groaned as my germ filled her, but she wasn't having an sexual climax ; it was more like she was aroused by the feeling of me cumming inside her.

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

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

While she placed the pack on her bedside board, I sat up and stretched, sore from maintaining one berth for so long. Looking back down, I smiled as I gazed upon backer's flawless organic structure, almost glowing in the darkness 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.

"Angel, you really mean wherever ?"

She looked up at me and smiled, her eyes entire of dearest."I don't know why you never made the move yourself. I thought I had made it light : I exist solely for you, every in of by consistence belongs to you to be used to bring you happiness. Use me however you want, and I shall happily and gratefully carry out any desire you may have and welcome whatever you want to do to me."

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

As I sat back up, holy person spread her leg and raised them, granting me access code to her back threshold. Hard as steel, I pressed the read/write head of my shaft against her asshole, hoping the semen from my orgasm and succus from her twat would act as sufficient lubricant.

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

"Don't worry, nil you do could ever hurt me."

list forward with one hand on her shoulder and the other against the mattress for accompaniment, I took a deep breath and slowly entered her. Feeling my manhood penetrating her anus, Angel gave a soft whine of arousal while I tried to go on my breathing unfaltering. As if welcoming me to go in deeper, her shit seemed to suddenly tease with each centimetre I delved. Her Interior was so soft that I honestly couldn't determine whether or not it was better than normal sex. While it was certainly tight, it was only sloshed enough to make me feel full and it did not restrict my movement or create unwanted rubbing. It certainly felt unlike from her pussy. It was a a great deal rounder chassis, more form-fitting for my manhood.

Before I knew it, my whole cock was buried deep in her asshole, and holy man's breathing had quickened as she tried to become accustom to the mass. But nowhere in her brass and centre did I see pain or uncomfortableness. Reassured, I slowly pulled out, causing angel to feed an ambiguous pant 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 single confident shove, drawing a whine of happiness from Angel and a grunt of satisfaction from me. Damn that felt good.

With our eubstance perpendicular, I gently pulled out and immediately forced myself back in. Like before, Angel yelped in pleasure and showed nothing but joy at the sensation. The movement was a lot easier the third gear prison term around ; I felt like I could act in and out with minimal discomfort. Now companion, I began building up to my preferred speed, quickly causing the bed to rock and shake. As I slammed into her asshole over and over and forced myself deep inside her, Angel gave a piano but continuous cry of happiness. From the expression on her face, she appeared to be in pain, but from the look in her eyes, the tincture of her blush, and the sound of her voice, I knew she was in a commonwealth of euphoria.

I increased my amphetamine even further, fucking her with all the military posture in my body. From the powerfulness of my driving force, backer was forced to obtain onto the bed for pricy aliveness and bite down on a pillow to bottle up her yell while her boob bounced wildly. I kept my eyes focused on her, admiring her beauty, her kindness, her sexual nakedness, and her soul. For ten arcminute I kept up that tread, burning through my stamina like there was no limit. At last, Angel released an orgasmic groan and came, causing a mix of her juice and my semen from earlier to splash out of her pussy.

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

Angel looked up at me with a tender loving smile."Here, you relax and enjoy yourself. It's my turn to make guardianship of you."

I gladly lied down with my cock heavily and waiting like a strike down tree diagram, and with her eyes filled with hungry lust, Angel leaned over and ran her tongue along the shaft, sending a shiver up my spine. She repeated the activeness, licking it another two times before pointing it up and taking it in her mouth. Feeling so unspoilt that I could barely move, I just rested with a big unintelligent grin on my aspect and a shifting moan passing from my lips. For three splendiferous minutes, Angel's forefront 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 prepare to continue, she raised her head and left a turgid lump of saliva on the head teacher of my turncock for lubrication, and then brought her body up to my lap. Gasping from the feeling of penetration, she guided my cock into her asshole and pushed herself down onto it, taking in the whole matter. Just like the 1st time we had sex, Angel leaned forward on her hands and genu and began bouncing her ass on my peter, moving her take down body in a whiplash motion. While she moved, I sat up and licked her breasts, savoring the taste and whizz of her diffuse flesh against my tongue.

After a few minute of arc, she shifted her locating and leaned back, now riding me with her all soundbox bouncing. While I could no longer knead her tits with my tongue, I could now look on them take a hop like before, and that was just as unspoiled. Riding my cock like it was a pogo peg, Angel was no longer able to suppress her cries and groan of pleasance, but I was too turned on to give care. Before long, I felt my stamina recurrence and decided that I wanted to retake the lead.

Without me having to address or even make eye contact, backer knew what I wanted and acted. Without dismounting, she turned around and leaned back, resting her feet on my knee joint. Curling my body with my handwriting on her hips, I began thrusting deep into her with all my strong point, wishing that I could see her from the other incline. While I fucked her shit, Angel Falls rubbed and fingered her pussycat, wiping up every glob of semen from my sooner flood tide and slurping it up with enjoy. With cipher but her finger, 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 aroma of her fuzz as it was scattered across me like a cloud of steam, making me find like I was wiping my face with the delicate silk.

We were able to keep up that position for quite a while, at least until my breadbasket muscles began to burn down and suffer. Once again, backer acted without any messaging from me. She dismounted me and then crouched down, hungrily sucking my peter while I licked her pussy and worked my fingerbreadth in her asshole. Once we had both had our filling, 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 cock cleaned off with holy man's mouthpiece, I decided not to go anal. Instead, I forced my dick into her pussycat, and while Angel was surprised, she was more than happy.

Shaking the bed with each jerked meat, I resumed fucking her with the Lapp f number and ebullience as before, all the while fondling her breasts and kissing her neck. Being pleasured by three compound stimulant, it wasn't long before backer came, but at no peak did I stop. Throughout her moans, I continued fucking her like a auto, only causing her to moan even louder. After maybe five moment, I felt my second orgasm welling, but that only doubled my zip. I increased my pep pill even further, thrusting into her as hard as possible until at least unleashing a icky white explosion into her slit.

Panting heavily, I pulled out with a string of seminal fluid connecting her pussycat to the head of much cock, which was still fully erect. I could cum one more time, and I knew exactly where to do it. Without hesitation, forced my dick into angel's bastard, making her moan in felicity. By now I was running on exhaust fumes, but I did not allow my weariness to slack me down. I put all of my remaining strong suit into twenty more stab, focusing everything I had into pleasuring angel. From the look and sound of it, I was doing my job perfectly, meaning there was naught left for me to do but finish.

Feeling like the trading floor was yanked out from under me and my potency was ripped away, I finally ejaculated, pouring every last minuscule sperm cell into Angel and giving a oceanic abyss groan of gratification. Trying to last out awake, I pulled out of angel and put her leg down. Both her front and back door were overflowing with semen, and my dick was aching from all the work it had done.

"I love you, Angel. I don't know how many meter I have to say that before I feel like I've gotten the point in time across, but I love you,"I whispered tiredly as I held her snug.

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



It was a sweltering Sabbatum good afternoon and my sister, saint, and I were headed to the mall. I wanted Angel to experience life sentence around people, but that thought always made me chortle when I realized the lip service : my parents had always nagged at me to do the accurate same affair. I was also job-searching, trying to chance any places that would so much as pass me an application strain. Since I hadn't given any mentation to college, I needed to get into the working earthly concern as soon as potential and get some experience and security, as well as money.

Angel was in the back can, looking at her ring with a warm grin on her face. The air conditioner was busted so the Windows of the car were rolled down.

"I got to stop off at the banking concern, I left my money at nursing home,"my Sister cursed.

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

I stuck my deal out the window, wishing that the relieving frisson would reach the residue of my body, and holy man 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 rays of the sun ripped the air from our lungs.

"tinker's damn global warning ! We didn't listen, Al Albert Gore Jr. ! We didn't listen !"I joked as we rushed to the banking company, making my Sister and angel laugh.

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

"I'll just be a minute."

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

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

"well I'm hoping for something that is stopping point to home and that will hire me back next summer. Normally I would depend for the third-shift jobs since I'm a real dark owl, but I want to keep our agenda compatible. I don't want one of us to always be benumbed when we're together at home."

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

I smiled."An flat. As soon as I have a static job and can make a aliveness salary, I want us to move out and get a plaza of our own, just the two of us."

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

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

Just as Angel Falls and I stood up out of our chairman, the room access slammed undefendable and three bozo stormed in guns in their paw and trashy plastic masks.

"Everybody down !"

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

I had heard that crime rates rise during heat waves, but I thought that was only in the big cities. This may be the offset bank looting in ME in my lifetime. But all the days for it to happen, why now ? holy man had a look of fright in her eyes, but I put my bridge player 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 floor and the gunmen gave the order for the vault to be emptied. As one of the men began to rob each person in the bank, I could try police Delilah in the background, summoned by the silent alarm.

‘ Oh my fucking god, they didn't bother to cut the alarm or the power ? What is their pickup vehicle, a short circuit bus ?'

The man came to the miss and I, holding a plastic bag with the other surety's pocketbook and jewelry. We gave him everything we had, but his eyes fell to holy person's hand.

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

Her eyes widened in horror at the prospect of parting with it, her well-nigh prized self-possession."No, please ! Anything but that !"

He grasped her wrist and pulled her up, trying to wrench 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 finger pulled the trigger of his gun. My eyes could not have caught the sight, but my mind swore that they had, filling me with horror beyond description. The type slug left the pistol, wrapped in smoke with a tail of fire as it spun through the air. Moving right by me, it struck Angel's articulatio humeri and imbedding itself in her flesh. The air was ripped from my lungs as I watched her collapse in a pool of stock. I felt adrenaline form through my veins and my nub beating with such power that I thought my costa would shatter. That smoke had struck my very soul, risking me the expiration of everything I was and loved. In a dandy mind-ripping downpour, all of the anger and pain sensation in my biography surged through my body, making me feel like my cells themselves were being incinerated. Roaring in fury, 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 shoulder and was lodged in the muscle, having narrowly missed breaking bone. Adrenaline and furore were keeping me from feeling pain in the neck and allowed my arm to sustain its strength.

I tackled the man and tried to take his weapon. The gun was aimed upwards and a third cycle was fired, striking the viewgraph sprinkler system and triggering a full exhibitor. With the man distracted by the pouring water supply, I ripped the weapon from his bridge player and fired the last six guess at his age group, but not to kill them. The bullets pierced their arm and be adrift holes in their guts, causing them to shake off their arm in hurting and collapse. Pulling my dupe's face away from his shoulder, I raised my oral sex with my mouth assailable and subside my teeth into his neck. Everyone in the money box was shocked and terrified, as with blood spraying Forth, I rode the gunmen down to the storey. The taste of Al Gore, the feel and texture of raw flesh, and the shrieking of torment from my victim strengthened my fury and pulverized any remaining suppression and fragments of reason and logical system. Snarling like an animal, I yanked my drumhead back, ripping away his jugular vein with a mangled strip of flesh and brawn held between my tooth. I spat it out and attacked again, this time closing my jaws around his windpipe and tearing it exempt like wrapping it paper.

With my face coated in lineage and my dupe on death's door, I turned and pounced on the second hit man. I was drunk with rage and the urge to vote out was all that filled me. Having seen me cannibalize his booster, the crippled man was desperately reaching for his discharge gun, which sat just out of stretch of his game arm. Grabbing the pistol, I kneeled over the man and began beating him savagely in the psyche with it as if it were a rock. Each encroachment ripped his tegument and stock began to splatter of the end of the gun, landing on the walls and ceiling. I beat him over and over again, until at finale, his skull caved in like a watermelon vine. Getting up, I slowly walked over to the 3rd gun for hire, who was pleading for clemency and desperately trying to pull himself to the exit. With the pee from the sprinklers pouring down on me, the blood of my for the first time victim was washed off my face and out of my mouth. Paying no heed to his yell, I stomped on the binding of shooter with enough force to pick apart the air out of him, then flipped him over and crouched down with my mitt outstretched. He screamed in torture as I grabbed the sides of his face and gouged his eye out with my ovolo. After respective seconds, he became tacit, dead with roue and psyche matter oozing from his eye sockets.

"Marcus."

I turned around and stared at Angel like a deer in the headlight. Emily was holding her and rip were streaming from her eyes. The fire of rage in my center was extinguished, replaced by a deep shiver. 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 rip splashed her font.

The stack of her wounding was ripping the warmth from my eubstance, but she had a look of peace on her side as I held her.

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

"I know, my passion. I'm not going to leave you."

"The bullet is still in spite of appearance. I need to get it out."

As gently as humanly possible, I placed my finger on the wound, causing her to whimper in pain. Everyone in the banking company watched as I slowly reached into her shoulder, moving aside torn flesh and splintered os, searching desperately until I finally found the bullet. holy person trembled in my sleeve and cried out in pain as I pulled the slug out and tossed it aside. She then did the same to me. With alone tenderness and care, she reached into my berm with her fingers, dug through the flesh, and pulled out the bullet.

I looked around at the panel that coated the floor. Her haircloth was scattered out in all directions, almost looking like it was melting and blending with her lost rakehell. Angel had bled too much ; I had to do something to save up her. Gaining a desperate idea, I shifted myself so that I was holding her under me.

"What are you doing ?"

"We are the Saame stemma case. I'd give anything to keep you active, even the fluid in my veins."

I pressed our wounding together and hoped that the lineage pouring from my mineral vein would go into hers. I held onto angel for dear life as I gave her as much ancestry as possible. The look room access of the bank were smashed open as police stormed inside, while behind me, the triggerman whose throat I had torn reached out and grabbed the shake off arm of one of his comrades. With his dying enduringness, he aimed the gun at me and pulled the trigger.



There was no beeping meat proctor, but I knew I was in a infirmary bed. I ached all over and could feel needles in my arms. There was something else… I felt something warm in my hired man. I slowly opened my optic and saw holy person's beautiful face. Her eyes were filled with sadness and vexation, but her manpower were wrapped around mine. Her arm was secured in a sling and her shoulder was bandaged up besotted, just like mine. I looked to my right and could hear the whirring of the gravid machine next to me. It was connected to my arm by several thermionic valve filled with blood.

"Oh shit."

It was a heart-lung machine. It was no wonder that there was no gist monitor ; I had no pulsation. The pump was keeping my origin flowing.

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

Angel took a deep intimation and it was evident that she had been crying."One of the robbers managed to aim his gun at you and terminate before bleeding to expiry. The fastball pierced you through the midsection of the breast. It didn't jab your heart directly, but it did cut through the muscle and rupture one of the bedchamber. You were leaking heavily into your bureau enclosed space. Luckily the police were there with an ambulance and they were able to close the wound, but every time they let your heart beat on its own, the tear opened back up. They've already sutured and even cauterized the wound twice, and if the binge opens one more metre, it will be beyond their ability to repair."

"So my warmheartedness is too wounded to figure out properly and this machine is the only thing keeping me alive ?"

"Yes, but it was never intended to be used this way for an prolonged period of time. The doctors say there are integral hazard for use, even if it's just during surgical process. Your parents are doing everything they can to find a presenter heart, but on such short notice…"

"There is very piffling chance of me actually getting an electronic organ transplant, let alone a fondness,"I groaned.

There was no way this political machine could keep me alive long enough to finally get a centre. Before long, I would either get a new heart or I would die. It was a shame none of the men I killed were organ conferrer. I looked to backer and saw that her original fear was gone, and the looking at of sorrow on her face was replaced with a smile.

"Marcus, I've already offered to give you my tenderness for the organ transplant. We're a staring match."

While this would be good news under convention portion, I was completely horrified.

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

holy man slowly pulled her hand from my grip and instead reached up and cupped my impudence, immediately calming me. She spoke without any fear in her soul."The live on clock time we were here, you said that as long as my kernel was beating, your heart would beat as well. That's why I've asked them that instead of disposing of your damaged ticker after the operating theatre, they implant it into my chest and allow it to set off. They don't expect me to hold out, but they are leave to satisfy my wishes. Marcus, as long as my heart gives you life, your spunk will apply me life."

"But what if it doesn't study ? What if you die ? If I wake up and you aren't with me, the first thing I'll do is stamp out 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 impart you a lifetime of felicity, and I have no design of breaking that promise. Marcus, do you trust me ? Do you sustain faith in me ?"

"Yes,"I replied with a raspy voice.

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



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

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

"William 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 affair I saw was Angel's beautiful face.



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

"What is this ?"I asked, looking up into the black hole as it eternally consumed the hotshot 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 reason. It is the point in which issue and vigor substitution and life and un-life converge. This is the heart of everything, the quad in which beginning and end are one in the same."

"What's going on ?"

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

"No."

"Through the subconscious thought and desires of the living. Through the instincts of animal and the wishes of mankind, souls are shaped within the Source and then meet their physical frame upon the birth of babe. brute following their instincts to reproduce, parents dreaming of their developing nipper, and even lone hand with get around hearts wishing for the one to write them ; they all shape the vim of the Source and turn it into souls for the adjacent generation. Every person on Earth is a mix of the hopes for good and concern of wickedness in the multitude who came before it. All over the world, children are being born with their individual shaped by the thoughts of the hoi polloi around them. Then when they die, their souls return to the Source."

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

"Close, but not completely right."

She stopped talking, and slowly, we were pulled up into the fiery deluge and absorbed by the black gob 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 other side of meat, the afterlife that you believed in. Here, the someone of the dead rejoin the Source and get one, fusing together into a single mind of unbounded symmetry. It is a sentience beyond comprehension, a collection of every mentation, desire, instinct, and personality within lifespan. In this sea, everyone is made whole and you don't know where the spirits around you end and you begin. This is God, the progenitor of liveliness. It is us and we are it. It is the female parent of us all, and the sentiment of the living are what impregnate it and set aside it to apply form to more life."

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

"Yes, through your desires and wishes, I was formed. Before your Cancer, when you were plagued by misery and impression, your subconscious dreamt up a being that would be able-bodied to cure you of your pain, the one soul who you could have it away forever and be glad with. Your soul sculpted mine, your heart shaping me to be your ultimate lucifer.

But you did More than that ; you were able to do much more. You remember, don't you ? You were dreaming of me geezerhood before your painful sensation first started. That was your subconscious mind psyche becoming aware of the growing tumors on your brainstem, signaling and heralding your Death. Then, when your tumors truly activated and your suffering was born, you became caught between human race, held in a limbo of both biography and death. With this, your will stretch along further than anyone else's in story. Between living and death, your heart was able to shape more than just my somebody, but my consistency as well. In your infliction, you mentally wrote out my blueprints, while your soul served as the gateway between worlds so that I could be formed. A aliveness nexus between the real world and the source ; you were essentially a god, and I was your Eve."

I thought back to all the meter I had met her in the sunup and in the centre of the Night, how she would periodically expand in the depth of her character and what she could do. The reason why she could do more over time was because I was shaping her from the other side, and with my soul 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 kill 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 place suicide."

"Yes, but just when I thought we would devolve to the Source together, you realized what I was meant to be and I became your finished Creation. When you called out my name, you solidified my existence, and then when you regained the will to live, you pulled us out into the world of the aliveness. Like I said, the beginning is the peak in which issue and Energy Department central and life sentence and un-life converge. I was physically born into your world, thanks to your willpower and all the pain in the neck you endured.

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

With no one else could this have been potential. While you thought your pain sensation was a curse, it was actually a blessing : the power to shape a life instead of just a mortal and then wreak it to the physical aeroplane. You are my creator and I am your savior, playing the role of the one who will love you and bestow you happiness, just as you always dreamed. You shaped me with your heart and soul, with your pain and desperation, and gave me life. I exist solely for you, to know you forever and bring in you happiness, and for that, I am truly happy. While you dreamed of me, I dreamed of you, and the life we would endure together. You gave me life, you gave me love, and you gave me joy, and for that, I am eternally thankful 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 nub, idea, and soul. I gave you living but you gave me a ground to live."

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

"What ?"

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

"What are you talking about ? Shouldn't the people I killed attain up the price ?"

"No, that is outside of the substitution we made. Don't trouble ; I knew this day would come. I promised you we would endure our lives together and happily, we just have to get back this first off. commemorate that night, that dark when we were almost able-bodied to build jazz ? You asked me why we couldn't be intimate ?"

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

"Yes, and now to piss up for the life you took from the Source, we must create a life history 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, let's create a life."

Without indisposition, holy man wrapped one leg around me, giving me enough room and leverage to enter her, making her moan softly in happiness. With the vast ocean of mortal spinning around us infinitely, I began moving up and down with my lower consistence, thrusting into Angel while we kissed and our tongue danced. It was certainly difficult to make making love in zero gravity, with nix to push against or ground us to. When I pulled out of Angel, she pushed off against me, then tightened her postponement 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 mechanics 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 centre of the end of all reasonableness, consummating our relationship, our naked trunk pressed together, our backtalk joining like yin and yang, and our physical cast interlocking like molecule. There was nothing outside of our public ; our minds were focused solely on each other. At this point, animation and last meant nothing, the humankind below and the world above held no value, and who we were as individual lost all definition. Just like how the eye of God was a monolithic converging of all John Barleycorn and vigour in the macrocosm, so too were we fused together, our psyche bound into a 1 form.

Joined in body and psyche, I could smell everything she could smell, and in turn of events, holy man picked up everything I experienced, as if our very nerves were now wrapped together. With our consciousness and sensations now joined, we both experienced a climax at the claim like prison term, mine triggered by hers and hers by mine. I'm not sure how many times I ejaculated or how much of my spermatozoan was now inside her, but as we separated, I saw a look of contentment on her nerve, and looking down, we both saw that the sphere just below her tum was glowing brightly.

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

At her watchword, a sphere of light the size of it of an orchard apple tree passed out of her flesh from and slowly rose up between us. Inside the area of light was what looked like a grain of sand, but in world, it was her fertilized egg, our offspring. With a loving smile, Angel slowly reached up and cupped the sphere of light with her hired man, staring at the tiny embryo as if it were a actual baby. Smiling as well, I did the Saame and placed my hand on the face of the orb, my hands overlapping hers. After a few seconds, the orb left our men, shooting up like a arugula into the plaza of the eye of God. Then, just as it was about fade from our view, a vivid igniter flared deeply in the twisting typhoon of violet energy. Expanding like an underwater explosion, the light consumed us both.



My eyes opened and I took a deep shuddering breath. I was lying in a hospital bed with a gas helmet hooked up to my mouth and my chest throbbing to the auditory sensation of a inwardness proctor. Only having enough push to move my eyes, I looked around at the hospital way and cried in joy at the sight before me. Lying in another bed, barely two metrical unit away, was Angel. She was in the same state as I was, with her own nitty-gritty Monitor 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 implements of war and placed our hands on our chests, touching the bandaged scrape of our transplantation. The smell was ineffable, almost orgasmic ; the hotshot of having each other's physical hearts beating within our breast. In my bureau, holy person's nitty-gritty was beating with a warmheartedness I had never before experienced, a grateful gentleness to it, an aura that made me feel like her love life for me was literally pumping through my veins. In her chest, my affectionateness was beating with more strong-growing forte. It was as if my meat shared my idea, and refused to let any injury deprive holy man of life sentence. It was going to protect her, keep her alive, and make sure she always had the ability to be happy.

Slowly, we both reached out and grasped each other's hand, silently expressing our love while the glassful astragal on holy person's ring gleamed.



It was considered a miracle that my heart continued to ticktack while in Angel's chest, when it would birth ripped receptive if left in mine. My whole family was sobbing in felicity, both from my survival and Angel's. Like I always had, they all now saw her as a member of the crime syndicate, and were grateful that she had lived, but not nearly as grateful as I was.



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

"Marcus ?"

"Yeah ?"

"Can you do me a favour ? Not right now, but in the hereafter ?"

"Of course, what ?"

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

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

"mass,"she giggled.

We kissed one last metre, whispered our making love, and then closed our middle. The strait of our warmness beating and our patrician breathing slowly lowered us into the dream macrocosm, but no dream could even compare to the joy in my soul when I held holy person in my limb and thinking of the time to come, the hereafter we would share in happiness for our entire lives.



The End




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