This story is an experiential drama focusing on psychology, depression, and romance. It takes a piece to get to the sexual hooey, but do n't worry, there is quite a little. If you are looking for a CVA storey, please go back to the main page. If you are looking for a bass love tarradiddle, I hope you enjoy. I hope you 'll be affected role and save your suffrage until the end. Thank you.




Chapter 1



If someone were to ask just who"she"was, I wouldn't be able to serve, as I hadn't the svelte clew. A hallucination ? Some form of Angel Falls ? For the past five years, I would greet each aurora with the last warm finger of a dream clinging to my mind. I'd roster on my face, and lying next to me would be a girl of my age, but with beauty unmatched by anyone else on the planet. With liquidity smooth skin as balmy as ripe fruit, a complexion shade like that of liquified bronze and silver assorted together, and bright dismal eyes that held unequaled kindness and passion, the very survey of her was like a spiritual experience. Her most dominant feature of speech was her hair, an elegant deep red that could remove all fear of line from anyone's somebody. Groups of filament would stick together and then draw in towards the end like a knife of fire, granting her a treated and yet untamable mane that hung down to her thigh.

Along with the face of a goddess, she had a number that made a mockery of the word"perfection ”. Her glassy-smooth legs seemed to stretch her land mile, coming to an end at a full but taut rear end with the shave entering to her gate of nirvana just barely seeable under the plication of the cotton plant canvas. Her midsection was like that of a two-piece example's, with a concave dip on either position from her perfect slightness. Cliché as the full term was, she certainly had an hourglass figure of speech. Last but not to the lowest degree, even though she looked only eighteen, she had D-Cup white meat that looked as soft as piss 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 sweetly, passionate love. Each metre, she would appear to almost be faintly glowing, and coupled with her unflawed beauty, I was surely justified in calling her an angel. Lying there, I would watch as her optic opened like the rising sun, letting me gaze into her beautiful bluing. Staring right back at me with endless sexual love, she would smile, hum, and strike back to eternal sleep. Even while knowing how it would end, I would always hand out and try to touch her, desperate to feel some form of proof 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 visible light of my lifetime and the reason why I went to bed each nighttime and plowed through each day. I had never heard her voice, never touched her, never been able to speak to her, and I didn't even know her name… yet I loved her. She was my secret, the one aspect of my life that I would never verbalise of, no affair what. When she first started to seem, I even obsessed over her. I would absorb her every Nox on a sketchpad hidden under my bed, remembering her smiler with crystal clarity and moving my hand with acquirement that I would never accept as my own, mirroring her image with black lead and paper with such meanness that I would go for no doubtfulness as to being possessed.

Ironically, she was actually the just dream I would ever have. I would take on her each dayspring in a half-awake state, but through the night, my judgment's eye would see nix but an endless expansion of darkness, in which I would linger aimlessly until waking up. The only when variance from the smutty sky was a single speck of light in the distance, a instant star almost completely out of sight, then I would arouse up to detect the girl beside me. I often wondered if she was that star. She certainly fit the character. She was the light of my life, a light I desperately needed, one of the terminal few reasons why I was still alive. Being capable to awaken up and see her each morning, even if for less than a minute, she supplied me with enough will power to endure the biography I didn't want. But I have her, I'll always have her, and the day she disappears is the day I lose that final reason not to end it all.

But she wasn't here today. I didn't expect her to, seeing as how I found myself waking up in the infirmary. A hopeful luminousness had shone through my lid, stabbing my already sore brain. I could hear the beeping of a heart Monitor nearby. My idea was a mix up mickle from the cocktail of drugs being pumped into me from the IV base at my face, but I delved into my consciousness in search of response. I remembered sitting in class… 6th catamenia. senior biota was half finished… but there was something wrongfulness. I remembered that my hands had been trembling, even to a greater extent than usual. My skin was being pricked with invisible needles like all my arm had fallen asleep, but I couldn't recollect if it had come suddenly or if it had built over time. I remembered the first off dagger stabbing me in the book binding of the neck. I remembered falling out of my chair, roaring in agony as I collapsed to the storey.

But it wasn't the lights or the beeping that had woken me up. It was the painfulness electrocution ceaselessly throughout my organic structure. In the single instant from when I woke up, I went from being fine to feeling like I was in the tan ward, charred from oral sex to toe. My brawn all felt like they were being pierced with hot nails, my organs twisted into slub. I leaned over the edge of the bed and vomited on the floor. My meat monitor lizard was sending a digital shrieking, bringing in a nurse.

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



I sat on the hospital bed with my distressed parents, facing Dr. Frederick Jackson Turner, a blonde woman in her too soon XXX. I had an IV bag of morphine hanging next to me, trying to suppress the chronic bother that was ravaging my soundbox. I was receiving the maximum amount possible, but even then, all of my skin felt like a blistering sunburn and my insides faired no better.

"What you experienced in class was a raptus, caused by multiple tumour in your mind, focused on two specific region. It may be possible for us to vote out them with a cloggy dose of radiation and chemotherapy, but with how small and legion these tumors are, the prospect are lose weight. It's a completely new descriptor of Crab, and we aren't sure what its long-term gist 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 sense, but we just aren't completely sure."She held up an x-ray of my mastermind and pointed to a light spot."That is the turgid group of neoplasm and we imagine the oldest. However, whether they have grown over clock time or have always been there is a closed book. They are attached to your limbic system. Specifically, they are growing from the part of your brain that produces the chemical 5-hydroxytryptamine, as well as other chemicals that control mood. It appears that they aren't growing any advance, but—"

"Let me venture, they're basically smothering that constituent of my head down and starving me of those chemicals ?"

She nodded and pointed to another lustrous position."Yes, exactly. Now as for the chronic pain in the neck, these tumors on your brainstem are the source. The tumors are basically rooting down into your nervous system of rules, causing continuous arousal of bother sensory receptor. They're basically acting as electrodes hooked up to your spinal column. It seems that until now, they haven't been prominent enough to trigger you continuous pain. You could almost say that the neoplasm have finally activated. What you're experiencing now, that nuisance is from the tumour simply existing. That seizure you had earlier was the tumors reaching the crown point of arousal and maximum. That may have been a one-time matter 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 ?"

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

"By how practically ?"

"well, at this distributor point we can't quite be sure. With drugs, we can make it so that you won't pitch-dark out if the raptus persist, make the nuisance tolerable, and maybe take away the bound of the depression so that you won't become suicidal."

‘ It's too late for that.'“ So it won't vote down me, but it will meet me with excruciating pain and fix me incapable of happiness ?"

"Yes,"Dr. food turner said mournfully.



Not wanting to bother staying in the hospital, I asked to be discharged. Before leaving, we stopped off at the hospital pharmacy to pick up my Master of Education. I was holding my work force out in the cold Oct air as we drove, hoping that the raw chill might comfort the boring throbbing in my finger. The pain pills were slowly kicking in, making it so that the sting was sufferable, but already, the word of honor"bearable"had gained a wholly new signification for me. The drive home was silent, for my parents were trying to keep back split, but I was equanimity. That's the one good affair about being suicidal : the view of your own dying actually brings you peace. Now I didn't have to finger shamed about killing myself. The effect it would have on my sept was one of the only things keeping me from ending it all. Now I could just let the cancer do it for me.

In a way, it felt ripe to finally have an solution as to why I suffered from Great Depression. I had been depressed for about of my xviii years, even suicidal, completely in demarcation to the comfortable middle-class life-time I lived in my hometown in Maine. I couldn't even count the numeral of antidepressant drug, forced therapy lessons, and thoughts of longing to just die. There are multitude starving all over the world, people suffering. It's a enigma to mass like me why they just don't putting to death themselves. It is the but question I will leave behind. How do they have life sentence that make my horrors look silly, but they have the will to exist that I lack ? That was always an offspring nagging in the back of my mind : being depressed without having a reason. It was that mixture of guilt trip for knowing that I should moot myself lucky but the inability to do so, and the feeling of helplessness from the cognition that it meant that cipher could change how I felt, and that if I would wish for death in a comfortable animation, then I would wish for death no issue what.

But now, I just don't care. I don't need to give care. I may not get suffered as much as citizenry in Africa or other hell on earth like that, but… at least they are subject of feeling felicity. Compared to them, I'm broken, and these neoplasm are the trial impression. I have felt the bite of a blade to try and scratch out my inner pain with outer pain. I have felt my sanity ripped away by years of sadness. Depression is more than than sadness. It is the unfitness to finger joy. It's a missing innovation, like a building with a sink where its fourth cornerstone should be. No matter what you use to try and support the building, it'll fall away, and the building can never stand, until it too crumbles and falls into the pit. To live with natural depression is like running a battle of Marathon with one leg, and the only help you can get is mass suggesting you buy a honest duet of shoes.

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



Coming home, I went square upstairs and hid in my elbow room. I just wanted to go to sleep ; maybe it would ease my hurt. Downstairs, I could listen my parents telling my younger sister and brother the bad news.



I was completely in awe, hovering in void outer space within my dream. Before me, roaring in unlimited intensity was the single whiz I always saw when I slept. Before now, it had been little more than a individual speck of light off in the length, but now it was clearly in scene, the size of the moon and nearly frightening, simply because I realized now that it was not simply a asterisk. In actuality, it was a black muddle, devouring a star from the inside out, sucking in the flame and gas of the celestial giant. I could see it as if the sun was a piece of fruit cut in half to disclose the pith. Yet miraculously, the sun did not quail or diminish in size. It seemed more like it was constantly regenerating. Cast around the eternally-dying genius was a leafy vegetable oval-shaped nebula, about three times as with child as the star itself, and making the unhurt thing resemble an eye with the black hole as the pupil.

"The eye of God…"I murmured.

While the star was beyond my human inclusion in terms of size of it, I could feel myself being pulled towards it through the force of its gravity. Whether this was truly the eye of God, I could not be sure as shooting, but one matter I was certain of was that it was my death. No, this object within my dream would not wipe out me, but it was the symbolic representation of my end. The nearer my nous got to it, the closer my body got to death. At the beautiful sight, I could not aid but smile hysterically."I'm going to die, I'm finally going to die. Just a trivial retentive and I will finally find peace."

I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, I found myself back in my bed. As always, the imaginary holy person was lying beside me, clearly seeable in the light of the morning sun. Beautiful, she was so beautiful. The two of us were less than a groundwork apart, yet it felt like a mil. Lying there, this gorgeous hallucination in front of me, I felt my bother disappear like the extinguishing of a candle. Repeating my morning ritual, I reached up and tried to touch her, desperate to know the sensation of her skin against my own. As expected, she disappeared just as I was about to bring in liaison, but something stopped me from retracting my arm and letting it fall. My center spacious, my deal quivering, I scanned through the record sensations of that legal brief second, desperate to picture out if what I had sensed so briefly had been real.

It was deliquium, so faint that it was almost beyond the reach of my sense, but it HAD been there. warmness, 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 hired hand around through the empty space she had left behind, running my fingers through the tender air as if her recollective reddish hair were brushing against my laurel wreath. I then held my hand up to my brass, 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 sense, but it was there, an odour so swoon that I was actually working my mind into a headache trying to analyze 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 high noon sun shining directly into my centre. My parents had let me skip school.

"I might as well get used to this…"

I immediately grabbed my bottle of MEd as my agony began to flare from being conscious, downing two pills without anything to imbibe. It took time to get dressed, as I quickly found that my muscularity were stiff from the waves of throbbing pain in the ass. Aching all over, I walked downstairs and saw my dad in the life room, reading the paper. He was there to piddle certain I got through the day without hurting myself. Trying to stay unnoticed, I snuck into the kitchen. The last thing I wanted was for him to require some long conversation about how I could babble to him at any time and all that early stuff and nonsense. I took my antidepressants and convulsion meds, and made myself a bowling ball of cereal. Just as I was crossing the kitchen with the bowling ball, a bolt of electricity shooting up my spine, making me feel like I was being flogged with red-hot chains. I dropped the bowl with a garish smash and collapsed to the floor, gripping my skull and roaring in pain. This was even worse than my first capture, a stratum of pain in the ass reserved for the infernal someone of Hell. My dad bolted out of his chairwoman and rushed over to me. Within xxx mo, it was over. I could feel the painful sensation 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 shard of the bowling ball and stood up."I'm going to be having these seizures for the relief of my life-time. I can't go to the hospital after every one. I'll get used to them eventually."



I suffered two More capture that day, both of them causing me to fall to the trading floor in torment. My mom got base with my older sister and younger brother. They all paused when they saw me in the TV room. I was watching a repugnance flick and the elbow room was dark. There were suitcase under my eyes from the strain of my ictus and my hired hand were trembling more than usual. I looked at my mom and gently throw off my head word. She got the message and slowly pulled my siblings away.

The dinner had an ill-chosen muteness as everyone tried not to stare at me.

"Emily, you wouldn't chance to have it away what my preparation is, would you ? Did you talk to my teachers ?"I asked my sister.

"No."

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

"No, absolutely not,"my mom argued.

"I need to go back to schoolhouse sometime, and this pain 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 cancer.

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



The sky was a morose Gy and sleeting as my dad drove us to school. Other students were swarming in to get out of the rainwater and snow as the doorway were finally unlock. First geological period was about to go and I hadn't wanted to look for it with all of the other kids. The last thing I needed was an clumsy twenty instant outside the schooling 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 understanding for me to remain home."

I stepped out of the car and into the falling Baron Snow of Leicester and pelting, pulling up the toughie of my sweatshirt. It was going to be a harsh wintertime. Fall hadn't even ended and the ground was covered by a foot of snow and ice. I didn't notice the frigid as I walked towards the school. I was the last someone inside and I quickly headed towards my first grade. I was hoping to stick unnoticed, putting off the inevitable awkwardness. I stepped into the low schoolroom, trying to enshroud behind the bunch of kids getting into their seats. I sat in the back of the course of instruction where no one would see me. If I had been noticed, no one was mentioning it. The instructor 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 Mon, are you alright now ?"

"Yeah, I'm mulct. 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 Hall with everyone staring at me. Every few s, somebody would ask me a doubt about the disease in my mind or tell me all that lame bullshit about how I could talk to them at any clock time. I reached for my pills the second adequate time had passed since my finish one. Just as I put my hand on the cap, the genius of being stabbed in the back of the skull with a arrest bat ran through my body, sending me tumbling down to the level and holla in pain in the neck. People around me freaked out as I writhed on the floor, gripping my skull as the tumors on my brain-stem all sent a particularly strong tremor through my nerves. Within various seconds, it was over. I lied on the base in a cold sweat, slowly trying to get up.

I raised my principal and coughed up a taste of blood onto the floor. The stress of my constant pain, coupled with my seizures had ruptured an artery or vein somewhere. masses tried to help me up but I waved them away. I took two oral contraceptive and ignored the vocalisation 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 fold bleachers where educatee could sit during dejeuner if they didn't want to be at a tabular array. As always, I was by myself, but that was because I was compelled to be. I sighed as another fille 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 brainiac wax of tumour, nothing would change between us. I barely even know who you are.'I fought the enticement to say it, but my angriness 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 time, trying to avoid the regard of the multitude looking at me and loathing what everyone was. Humanity was as practically of a malignant neoplastic disease as the tumors in my genius, and I hated my species with every fiber in my being. I hated the weakness, the greed, the stupidity, the nearsightedness, and every other thing that made us the overgrown roach that we were. I had to hate them, for my own honest. Even before my Cancer the Crab, my life had been agony. My head was ravaged by its own cold universe, all this fourth dimension cheated out of chemicals like serotonin. For most of my life I haven't known what peace, happiness, or sanity meant. I'm trapped in a realm of being that I can not escape from, and no matter how well I live, be it a billionaire or a homeless drifter, my wretchedness and choler will be never go forth me. That sadness had in time been twisted into hatred, the intuitive feeling of not belonging to any part of the world decaying into loathing for that existence. hate is my entirely means of survival of the fittest, the only choice to wallowing in despair. It hurts less to hate the earth around me than to want to be a part of it. It hurts less to hate others than to be starving for a connection.

But I don't want to be the cliché outsider who thinks that he knows better than everyone because he sees everything in a wear out illumination. Social constructs and convening always seem like a stupid dissipation of clock time to me, but I only think they're stupid because I'm incapable of enjoying them. While I always judge the mass around me and hate them for being human, I never think myself better than them. If anything, they are all just than me. I envy them all ; envy them for the lives they get to live, the mental stability they get to enjoy. Social lives, friendships, Romance language, just the ability to mix within collective and find joy and understanding… There are students down below me who are parts of something openhanded, be it something as elementary as a school club, but I'm simply not capable of being able to do that.

I looked at the tabular array surrounded by just missy. There was a meter when I would have sold my mortal to just find a lady friend who would go out with me. In my core, I knew that only screw or last could fetch me peace, and I had known it for long time. For close to a decade, I had been looking for my someone partner, the one girl who could call for away my pain. At least, that's what I used to desire. Now I knew it was too late.



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

"Marcus, do you want 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 soph year. She was sort and beautiful, and for a while, I thought that I loved her. But then I learned that she had a boyfriend, and after that, I simply lost interestingness. Now I saw her simply as a pain, a admonisher of the twenty-four hours of wishing I could be with her, no subject what the cost, twenty-four hour period when my nuisance and desperation were euphoria compared to my electric current agony.

"No."

"You need to spill the beans to someone."

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

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

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

"Because I'm in pain in the neck ! I've been in hurting recollective before I got these tumour. I used to think that either making love or decease could cure me, but I hate this reality and everyone in it far too a good deal to ever fall in erotic love ! I'm already dead, I've been dead for as farseeing as I can think of, but for some rationality, my body won't take the hint and croak, so I'm stuck in this execrable and agonizing bag of soma and off-white, trapped in a existence I despise and surrounded by a species that I pray would go extinct ! You've made it assoil that you can not be the one to help me, no one can. I can only suffer until my execrable existence wipes itself out."

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

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



Wanting some reinvigorated air and deciding it would be better not to adventure having a seizure on the bus, I walked dwelling house. The weather condition wasn't too bad, and the cold helped ease my painful sensation a little, plus it gave me time alone with my intellection, discharge from distractions and racket. Walking along the ice-caked road with my hood tightened to keep my ear warm from the snow, I let my judgment wander back to my pipe dream. If what I had concluded about that star topology was right, then my death truly was approaching and would soon close. Even if what Dr. Turner had said about my Cancer not being terminal were correct, the side effects sure as shooting would be. How long could the human body truly net when forced to support endless twisting ?

‘ Whether or not it is my true end or not, until that time comes, this is how I must butt on through time. Whether I will continue to exist in some other form is irrelevant, no mind can truly sympathize the meaning of destruction or the weight it carries, therefor, it can not live within our head. We can not comprehend death, we can not understand it, not without experiencing it ourselves, at which point, we cease to survive. Therefor, death is incomprehensible ; it is the end of all ground, in which all human rules and supposition become meaningless. We can only understand things that exist, while we ourselves exist, so while we may fear death, it is impossible to become cognisant of it ourselves.

We can not palpate our own end, just as we can't look nonexistence. We can determine others die, we can feel our own aliveness slipping away, but we can not feel that net bit. We can not cognize precisely when it ends. We can see a million people die, but we can not see our own. It's like every I person is an immortal surrounded by soul, a continuing paradox of observation and ignorance. spirit occupies the entirety of our mind and our existences, it is infinity ; it is the endlessness. Death is the world outside of eternity, the realm beyond argument, in which offset and end are one in the Same.

If I can not detect or detect the end of my life when it happens, then through my horse sense, it will never pass. I am immortal, and the only way for my Death to come is for everything and nil to collide and end my existence. Or am I wrong ? Will I keep on to exist beyond decease ? Will I live on, even while my physical structure rots in the reason ? Is there a spirit after this one ? Is it better ? Is it high-risk ?'



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

I was sitting on the sofa in the livelihood elbow room, watching TV with a wet towel on my head word. I had been feeling feverish all day. Phil was three years younger than me and had the Same grim hair as I did, though his was cut shorter and he had a dissimilar bone structure. He and I had been playing chess for years and he had never once beaten me. You could say it was the one natural process we did as pal, and from what I guessed, this was his attempt to try and perturb me from my pain.

I shrugged."Yeah, sure."

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

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

"What ?"

"Come on, I know you're a freshman, but you've always been on the mixer electric circuit. You must acknowledge person who can betray me some weed."

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

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

"Well now, it looks like the old Billie Jean Moffitt King is dead and the new king has risen. Long live the Martin Luther 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 vernal than me and a junior. She had my mom's blonde whisker, but it was amalgamate with my dad's dark hair gene.

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

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

"Oh cut the dump, Em ! It's goddamn marijuana, it's completely harmless and you know it !"

Emily's centre darkened and we were both silent. I softened my quality before continuing."You know I wouldn't even bother with the hooey under normal circumstances… but thing have changed."

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

"I wouldn't believe it if it did. I'm just hoping that it can make thing easier. fare on, pot is probably the least grave thing I could put in my system these twenty-four hour period and the government banning it is one of the most retarded affair in the history mankind. It's a ass plant that makes people feel good. Besides, let's say the anti-pot propaganda is rightful and it is bad for me, do you honestly think that I'll live long enough to face the aftermath ?"

"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 is over, the reference 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."mike Broflovski, you can retrieve him under the football bleachers at schooling. I don't know anything else about him."



I was lying in bed, staring at her longingly on another school morning. With my optic fixed upon her hallucinatory anatomy, the fires of agony within my consistency were silent, nearly making me sob tears of joy. It had been almost a minute since I had woken up and saw her afford her eyes before falling back to slumber, but for once, I managed to get the better of my desire to try and touch her, and instead was letting the psychotic belief continue, or whatever it could be called. She was sleeping, this little girl who's public figure I did not make love, this beautiful angel conjured up by my demented soul. She was sleeping so peacefully that I wasn't sure I could ever overcome my guilt if I disturbed her.

I could have lied in that quick bed for the respite of my life story, just staring at her. With each breath she took, I could see her chest rising with the elaboration of her lungs, and the flickering strands of her blood-colored hair. The blanket of my bed was barely wrapped around her beautiful frame, letting me look upon almost her entire dead body. Piercing this real-world dreaming, my warning device clock began to beep. Knowing that it would mean her disappearance, I reluctantly reached out over her to ferment it off. Even with the deactivation button pressed, the young woman remained with my arm stretched out over her like a span. She had never stayed this prospicient before, was the hallucination just growing in depth ? Would I finally be able to bear on her ? Humming in blissfulness, she opened her eyes and stared at me with a diminished but sweetly grin on her lips.

She spoke.

Her voice was inaudible, but her lips parted and shaped the watchword with incomprehensible guardianship, like a master journeyman sculpting a spinning clay pot with her custody. I had never been one for reading lips, the ability completely eluded me, but once, just this one time, I was able to read the formation of the run-in like a bright neon signaling, and hear them whispered in the substance of my mind.

"I love you."

troika words, three simpleton words, but the weightiness they carried pushed me over the edge. Unable to hold the tears of joy back any longer, I desperately reached out to embrace her, only for her to evaporate before I could be blessed with her touch.



I stepped into the footlocker room of the school. It was metre for gym course of study but I wouldn't be participating. My unceasing hurting was my permanent excuse. Why couldn't this cancer have kicked in when I was a Freshman ? I stuffed my backpack 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 maintain my blood from boiling. His public figure was Tom, and he was nothing but a punk and bully. He had tormented me all throughout middle and richly school, an special force driving me into natural depression. He was probably one of the largest reasons as to why I wanted to die.

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

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

I turned to him, the pudgy psychopath.

"You're just a pathetic picayune bitch."

In my mind, something snapped. The wrath, which had always been suppressed by the veneration of consequences, finally broke free. Tom was declamatory than I was, but I didn't guardianship. Practically foaming at the mouth, I reached out with both work force and grabbed him by the throat, slamming him against the lockers. I was strangling him with all the strength I could meet in my sick torso, using adrenaline to increase the king of my musculus. I had my thumb pressed against the independent arteries in the side of meat of his cervix, halting the catamenia of rakehell to his wit while robbing him of the ability to breathe. He couldn't focus enough to use his weapons system to free himself. I would normally never retaliate like this, as I had learned early in life that the yobbo always got off without a unity slap on the wrist but the dupe who defended themselves basically got the chair. There was nil that could be done but subscribe the pain and hope your tormenter would eventually get bored. For what I was doing, I could easily get expelled, but not a single part of me cared. If I was going to live a lifespan of agony and die an early death, I might as well do whatever the roll in the hay I wanted and drag some bastards down with me.

"How about I correct some of the shit spewing out of that deformed pile of gray matter you call a brain ? commencement of all, I don't fall down. I have goddamn gaining control. Second, the tumors in my head are strangling my limbic system just like I'm throttling you, meaning that my brainiac is now incompetent of producing chemicals that let me feel anything other than misery and anger. Last but not least, when I have a seizure, all of my sense are so overwhelmed with the pain that I collapse as I am bombarded by Wave of agony. I suffer every second, but when I have a capture, it makes being lit on fire seem like a massage ! Have you ever been in so a lot pain and wanted to die so bad that you almost used your own fingernails to slash your wrists ? I think anyone would molt some tears if they experienced that."

Tom was turning blue from the throttling and I had to fight with everything I had to keep from murdering him right hand then and there in front of everyone. Instead of ending his lifespan, I threw him down at the priming, inadvertently smashing his expression against the corner of one of the locker room bench. The wallop completely shattered his eye socket and fractured his skull. Another few centimeter and his eye would suffer been permanently lost. After he fell to the ground, I finished with a rush to the jaw, busting up almost half of his teeth. Tom was passed out on the floor and pouring blood line 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 remainder of the month. Under normal consideration, I would throw been suspended for a full month or even expelled, but the punishment was lightly for several reasons. Tom had been the schooling bully ever since 6th ground level and was nothing but a worthless punk. He treated everyone like shit and teasing someone with genus Cancer was the worst thing anyone had ever seen. Everyone in the locker room testified against him and said that I had done what needed to be done long ago. I silently disagreed with them on that. What should have been done long ago was Tom being lined up in front of a firing off police 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 idle because of the Recent hurt of acquisition of my disease.

My parents immediately picked me up from school day. During the ride place, they constantly contradicted themselves. They would say how a great deal 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 Thanksgiving vacation would come in a few weeks after I got back, letting me have more clock time to relax.



As the days droned on, I spent my time watching horror film. The lights would be turned off and I would laugh bitterly during every gruesome kill. Horror movies were one of the few matter that I didn't hate. The fact that I watched them in the wickedness on Fri and Saturday nighttime, while nigh people were hanging out with friends made my parents nag nonstop about my social conduct. They would tell me that I need to expend time friends, and I would separate 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 deaf-and-dumb person ), I had been hoping and wishing that whatever it was, be it a hallucination or extrasensory event, whatever it was that allowed me to see her each morning would grant me the ability to interact with her even further. At the inquiry, she batted her eyes coyly and rolled onto her back, letting the pale light passing through my window shine down upon her raw torso. The miss looked at me, giving a sleepy grinning as if waking up on a Sunday morning with nothing to do but doze.

"My figure is…"

The epithet was spoken, entering my mind and drawing confusion. I repeated it, uttering the unexplainable disturbance even without understanding it. The noise was not a word, consonant, or vowel, it was like nothing found in nature or anything humans had ever created, it could not be compared to anything. As soon as I heard it, I completely forgot it, but even with it slipping my memory, I was somehow able-bodied to repeat the audio if I so desired. The missy smiled as I said her name back to her, as if what she had told me and what I had said was her real name, but my mind would not leave me to be aware of it.

"Who are you ?"I again asked.

The girl smiled and repeated her statement as well. This time, I instead focused on her spokesperson. This was the first time I had ever heard it, and it was more beautiful than I ever imagined. Clear as the chiming of a Vanessa Stephen but soft as the coos of pigeons, the sound of the three words preceding the blur that masked her name was like a lullaby.

"What are you ?"

breaking fiber, the lady friend moved towards me, slowly yet suddenly, and nearly making me jump. She brought her facial expression up to mine, our lips almost touching while we stared into each other's eyes and exchanged the Lapplander breath.

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



I stepped into the school on the first of Nov, and it was as if meter stopped upon my arrival. Everyone was standing like statues while staring at me with both fear and admiration. With my usual stony scowl and gray cap pulled up, I took a pain tab and proceeded to my footlocker. I was walking with a hitch, for I had suffered a seizure in the shower earlier that first light and banged my leg. My dad was now adding a guardrail in causa of another seizure.

After I stopped off at my locker, citizenry started bombarding me with question as they had done on my first day back. They asked me to tell them what happened in the locker way, even though the guys in there had already retold it a thousand times. They also asked me to repeat what I had said about my malignant neoplastic disease, for that had been the 1st clock time I had actually described it to individual. I just ignored all of the questions, acting like they weren't there. There was no ground to answer, even if it was just to be polite. They meant nothing to me, and once I graduated in the bound, I would never see them again.



I was lying in bed, holding a marijuana cigarette the size of it of a cigar. I had bought all the weed I could off that Mike guy and told him that he had better have more when I came back. If I was going to tout my rescue on pot, I might as well get some customer service. I always had a few hours to myself after every school day, my siblings would be hanging out with booster or be playing summercater and my parents would be at work, leaving me with the sign.

Lighting up one end of the marijuana cigarette, I took a mysterious pull and immediately began coughing and hacking. Ok, maybe I should need it slower…



I began getting into more combat at school. Quite simply, I was done with the bullshit. If anyone insulted me, gave me lip, or got on my bad English, I did not hesitate to throw a punch. I was going to die soon so there was no reason to break a roll in the hay about anyone or anything I decided I might as well care with old commercial enterprise while I still had time. A lot of people had made my life a nightmare and I was paying them back. I received my just share of wound, I was often sporting a black eye, busted lip, or bruised look, but as long as I didn't suffer a seizure during a fighting, I normally won. I guess that was one advantage of full-body endless pain : your opposition can't do anything to produce you hurt anymore than you already are.

The school tried to dismiss my action, or at least penalise me lightly. Each altercation earned me a dyad Clarence Shepard Day Jr. suspension, but they didn't have the nerve to go any farther. The schoolhouse system and I had bad account, and they certainly had a lot to apologize for. My parents were the same, putting up a false social movement of disapprobation while being unable to gain the bravery to penalise me. They knew that I was self-destructing, acting out to try and cope with my pain. It was the alone thing I could do.



It was the day before Thanksgiving Day and my relation were expected to arrive in less than an hour. They all knew that I had cancer and I was not looking forward to some zany family reunion. I walked to the threshold and grabbed my coating."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 favor and state them to act like I don't have Crab ?"

Before my mom could answer, I stepped remote and into the blistering cold. There was no malarkey, but the air was frosty and raw. The air was clear, showing a pale blueness sky as the sun slowly drifted towards the horizon. The surrounding area was a mix of thick Natalie Wood and marshy theater, the brown landscape now painted white. I started walking down the side of the road, not caring where it took me, even though I knew exactly where it led. The backbone and crushed rock on the position of the roar was filled with food waste, from beer bottles to abandon cigarette cartonful. The automobile that drove past me hit me with a sudden pushover, like a last dying breath. The raw frosty air, the bleak landscape painting, the taunting drones of motorcar driving by, and the trash around my feet was both comforting and depressing. The cold helped ease my chronic painfulness and the barren scenery made me feel more at home, but with each void cigarette carton I kicked aside and each car that broke the quiet, I was reminded of how alone I wanted to be and how much I couldn't be.

I soon arrived at the wooded green down the road from my business firm, but I wasn't ready to go home yet and I needed a break from the railroad car and the road. There was no one else around ; even a fellow member of the most bitingly and chaotic family would choose to rest home rather than be subjected to this bitter frigidness and wind. I entered the timber, following the footprints of dogs and their proprietor, lightly covered by a sprinkle of fresh snow from the Nox before. As always, my thoughts were on my own fatality rate, as I tried to figure out how very much time I had left. I should probably take up making a will for when my torso gives out and I at last achieve death, but what did I want ?

I came to a plosive speech sound, my eyes panoptic, my breathing shallow, staring at the animate being before me. Resting against a fallen Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree to get out of the wind, a coyote lay on the frigidness ground. Its chest heaved slowly, causing the dried blood around the bullet wound in its incline to sally. Almost every night, the coyotes could be heard yipping and howling in the utmost reaches of the forest, but this was the initiatory metre I had seen one up close. From the looking of it, it had probably wandered onto someone's yard and the property owner shot it to make trusted no others came by. From the clotting, it had potential happened the previous nighttime, but from the placement of combat injury, it was probably still bleeding internally and had organ damage. The fact that it had been able to limp this far into the Ellen Price Wood was a miracle.

I approached the wounded creature, slowly, but without veneration. Right now, it was at its virtually dangerous, but what was the worst it could do to me ? bit my hand ? I wasn't sure I'd even feel it. The coyote looked up and gave a easygoing growl, but was too shopworn and cold to even prove its tooth. I crouched down before it and reached out. It tried to bite me, but its fang missed and I managed to repose my hired hand on the top of its head. Knowing it could not hold on the bluff up any longer, it laid its head back onto the cold ground and waited for end. I brought my hand to its chest, feeling its desperate breaths and its feeble heart beating.

Too tired to move its head, the coyote shifted its regard upwards, looking past me. I followed its eyes to the waste tree subdivision above, contrasting against the evening's pink sky. For all I knew, this tool and I were thinking the Saami affair. Would I ever see cat valium leaves on those branches again ? Or would this be my last winter ? Would I die, miserable and in pain, or was there even a glimmer of a probability for me to experience my life without hiding from the world ? Would the day ever come when I too can savor in the sun ?

Solemnly, I reached in my air hole and pulled out my Swiss U. S. Army knife. I couldn't leave this animal here to suffer. I had to put it out of its wretchedness. I folded out the knife and put the tip to the rachis of the coyote's sticker. I hesitated, spending another min looking into its eyes and feeling its body tremble. I had never killed an brute before, not counting the one or two mice I had run over when I was learning to repulse, but this thing was much gravid than they were.

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

Taking a deep breathing space, I forced the blade into its neck opening, severing the nervus as best as I could. Its consistency gave the diminished twitch and then everything became still and its centre closed. I stayed there a little while long, feeling the heating slowly leak from its soundbox. I reached behind it into the crater of shite of the extirpate tree and grasped a small handful of icy ground. I rubbed it between my hands, letting it thaw so that the look of the nutrient could slip complimentary. I stared at the dirt, moving it around to separate the minerals from the decaying matter, and then sprinkled it on the slain animal. Soon, I would die, just like this coyote, and I would refund to the ground, just like everything else. For the first time in a foresighted 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 squeeze my death, not hide from it in a pine box while noxious chemicals keep me from rotting. I wanted to experience the soil on my face, to be enveloped by the earthly concern, and maybe take in a tree planted over my grave. At least then, the worms and the industrial plant would get more use out of my physical structure than I ever did.

I wiped my custody off on the coyote's fur and then stood up. It was metre to go home.



I stepped through the front line threshold of my habitation and was instantly bombarded by hugs and salutation from my relatives : cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, and everyone else. I could feel the awkwardness underneath their words as they asked how tall I was and all of the other cliché inquisitions.

"dinner is ready !"I heard my mom shout from the kitchen.

I had no appetite.

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

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

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



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

Having already gone through the recorded front and activity, the young woman opened her eyes and gazed at me with her usual warm smile, while almost laughing in a lenify hum.

"Are you even actual ?"

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

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

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

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

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

I was silenced, my whole dead body brought to a double-dyed stop by the sensation of the girl leaning over and pressing her lips against my own. I moved my hand away from my middle, in over and utter disbelief. This was the outset metre I had ever been able to concern her, and that first touch modality was expressed through my first of all kiss. Her face, so close to mine, I could see every single contingent of her kisser and saturate myself with her rosy aroma. The adept of her back talk against mine, it went beyond just canceling out my pain in the neck, it made me feel… good. I felt happy, euphoric, like I had just been working for three sidereal day straight and was settling into a hot tub. Her lips were so soft and warm up, but also carrying a gentle nip. 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 early's eyes. She then sat up and moved on top of me, her hands pushing down on my shoulder and her long cherry tomentum hanging down around our faces like a drape, seceding the place between us from the outside humankind and making it all our own. Staring at her full tit and feeling the smooth lips of her pussy rub up against the light beam of my hardening penis ( with only the fabric of my boxer separating them ) was driving me wild with hormonal lecherousness.

In all honesty, I hadn't been this aroused in months, I could literally feel the blood pumping furiously through my body and firing up the long-dormant parts of my brain that I had ignored for so hanker. But beyond her beauty, beyond her naked body resting on mine and making me hornier than ever in my animation, the bang-up belief was her system of weights on me. It was real. I could palpate her pushing down on my shoulder, sitting on my lap. I could even find out the springs of my mattress creaking beneath us. This weighting was real, it had to be, and that meant she was real.

"You need me to be real because you need to believe that there is some look of this world that can piddle you happy, that there is at to the lowest degree one somebody who can read away your pain. But if I am just a institution of your own thinker, then you should be overjoyed. It means that you hold the key to your own happiness, and wherever you live, no matter how you live, you can make it paradise."

The Christian Bible were whispered and her boldness was lit with tender care and love. The girl then leaned down and settled herself on top of me like a cat, her thorax pressed against mine and her look buried in the English of my neck. Her body, it was so tender and diffused, I was completely at a loss for words on how to distinguish it. All I could do was wrap my arms around her feminine skeletal frame, hold her tight, and cry tears of joy. I didn't care, real or not, she was here with me, and that was all that mattered. Whether she was some sorting of angel from heaven or just a figment of my imaginativeness, as long as she was with me, I'd be happy.

"Marcus, come on, it's metre to wake up. You've been in bed for too tenacious,"my mom said, knocking on the doorway.

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

The handle was fully turned, and just as the door began to move, the girl disappeared, leaving me alone once again. My mom just stood in the door, 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 supporter my daily routine. In fact, it made it worsened. Spending every second hungriness to go back home and go to bed so that I could wake up beside that girl, my life became even more low-down. Everything that made my day difficult became horrible, and everything that had never bothered me before was now a nemesis, as it required time and stood in my way. Add that to my continuous hurting and my multiple day-to-day seizures, and each day went from being an endless hell to a taunting privation of the one lighting in my hellish sprightliness.

Such lively contact like that special night before was rare and not often repeated. The fille still appeared every morning for a few transactions, but I could rarely do anything Sir Thomas More than touch her gently with my helping hand. Going further would cause her to disappear. She never spoke much, only when I said something to her or asked her enquiry, and even then, her resolution were simple and often repeated. Regardless, just waking up next to her each morning was enough to get me through the day, but barely.

While my visions of the young lady seemed to ripen, every nighttime, I dreamt about that star, the star being devoured by the black hole in its nub, the maven sitting in a nebula looking like the eye of God. I could feel myself drawing closer and closer to the black hole in the center, being pulled in towards my death. The closer I got, the larger the celestial mass became, surpassing my homo comprehension. Yet strangely, after that night, while my increasing propinquity continue to amplify my position of the star around it, the blackened hole was actually shrinking like a catching schoolchild. It was as if the shameful hole was sizing itself to correspond with my space from it.

Dec was exceptionally rough, quite simply because I had decided to try chemo and radiation discourse for my Cancer the Crab. Well, to be honest, my parents basically coerced me into doing it and making me feel hangdog if I refused. They wanted me to live no issue what, so the only way to contrive off their misgiving that I was eagerly awaiting destruction was to feint hopelessness and fear towards the discourse. I eventually agreed to treatment under one circumstance : if I didn't see any upshot before New class's or I started losing my fuzz, I was going to relinquish. I didn't have high expectations, but I would do it to get my parents off my back.

On my first day of chemotherapy, I found myself in a room with other Cancer the Crab patient role, all sitting in chairs lining the walls. Each one was hooked up to an IV, and their stages of treatment were all visible on their emaciating bodies. Considering the time it took for each sitting, everyone had methods of keeping boredom at bay. There were laptop computer, handheld plot console table, books, and one of the small fry was even playing with a Rubik's regular hexahedron. I sat by the window, letting the poison run through my mineral vein. I was also receiving a lumbering superman of morphine, helping to dull some of my pain. Hopefully I wouldn't have a raptus in the hospital. The last-place affair I needed was some houseman right on out of med school sticking a metro down my throat.

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

Slowly the sounds of the other affected role faded, the world falling silent around me. But I was not alone. I felt someone gently reach my hand and opened my middle, staring into the beautiful vapors of the female child. She was kneeling at my foundation, naked as always. Behind her, the chemotherapy way had blurred into an unrecognizable montage, as if I was falling out of sync with reality.

"Marcus, my dear odorous Marcus…"she whispered, resting her head on my lap.

I slowly reached out and localise my hand on the top of her top dog, 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 patience will be rewarded, I promise you. Just hold on and I will land you happiness."

"What am I supposed to wait for ?"

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

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



Christmas and New class's came and went, and I was happy to see them go. I hated the holidays ; all of the cheer and happiness made my organs fail. With the start of the New yr, I had the doctor check my condition and see if any progress had been made on my tumors. After a month of irradiation and chemo, I had figured at least a slim change would be found. No. There was nothing. They had resisted the intervention and I was stuck where I was.



Each day, my pain was getting worse, and I found myself taking more and to a greater extent pills than I was supposed to, both painkillers and anti-convulsion meds in an attempt to curb my capture. Originally, I would assume two analgesic every four hours 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 dollar bill for a Cupid's disease, and I'll give you an extra ten for a clean needle and to help me set up. My hands are too shaky for something like this,"I said, standing in an alleyway in townspeople.

The sky above was gray with a placate snowfall pouring down on the trader and I. Luckily, the café to our right kept us out of the breaking wind. The man before me looked to be in his latterly 1920s, unshaven with trench distrust in his center. I was a new customer to him, and normally he would have turned me away on instinct, but luckily I looked puke enough to make it for a inure user.

"Let me see your hands."

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

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

He looked around to relieve oneself sure as shooting we wouldn't be seen and then took out his merchandise. Filling up a spoon with diacetylmorphine, he clenched the handle with his teeth and used his hands to hold a calorie-free and protect the flaming from the fart. Slowly the powder melted into its liquid 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 hard cash.

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

With the monger leaving, I sat down on the stale wet dry land, pulling up my sleeve and looking for a vein. It certainly wasn't hard ; my skin was as thin as report and my arteries were all swollen from malnutrition and the stress of my disease. I pushed the needle into my arm, not even feeling it amongst the one thousand million of other painful pricks tormenting my body. I hesitated with my thumb on the plunger, wondering if this was really the route to take. My biography was already cut unforesightful and the chance of there being a cure for my pain sensation were slenderize, but did I really want to further load myself with even a single injection of this toxin and hazard developing an addiction ? After all, the pot had been a dismal failure. What hazard did diacetylmorphine have of helping me ? I concluded my indisposition with a gag, deciding I didn't have much to lose.

I pushed down onto the speculator, filling my bloodstream with the poison. Casting the void syringe aside, I leaned my head back and stared up into the snowfall, waiting for the drug to take affect. Could I possibly be any more pathetic ? Sitting in a stake alley with diacetylmorphine running through my veins, trying desperately to free myself for just a few moment from my disease… It was beyond sorry ; it was shameful. But soon, the drug began to take effect, numbing my senses and bringing down my pain to a pall throbbing while leaving my head spinning. Waiting for this dark miracle to truly free me from my excruciation, I stared back up into the gray sky and let my mind wander.

Is there a god ? I ask myself that interrogative sentence often, but of course, so does everybody. I don't know if I am a truster, an atheist, or just an agnostic. I see no reason in the cosmos, no meaning, no radiation diagram behind the chaos other than the design world try to create. Is there a purpose in any cosmos ? Even mine ? Was I created with this body simply to suffer ? Was I created and then abandoned, never cared about by whatever immortal might own cursed me with living ? Was all of human race created to bear or was it created and then abandoned ? There is so very much pain in the cosmos, so much agony beyond my own. What kind of turn god would put us on this earth to hold out as the execration that we are, caught in evolutionary limbo ? Would our creator not also be our parent ? Shouldn't they try and protect us from harm ? Are we merely entertainment ? A TV show for more gain ground life-time forms ? Or are we little more than a bacterium Colony growing on a discarded test subway system, created by accident and never acknowledged ?

What use is there of a god in this human world ? Either he doesn't exist, doesn't care, or is he a ill nut that loves to create life solely to toy with it. citizenry waste their lives praying and begging to some mother fucker in the sky to exchange their living, all the while trampling under everyone beneath them and casting judgement upon those who walk unlike paths. But for judging them, am I no intimately ? Do I have any right to speak badly of people when I too am cursed with this pitiable human body ? How can I condemn others for being judgmental when it means being judgmental of them ?

I guess that's one of the main problems of this human race : no one can create alteration without doing exactly what their opponent is doing. Whether it is trying to end a race murder or get a bill passed through sexual intercourse, every stand is just a repetition of its flunk predecessor. Everyone thinks they know what's advantageously, they think they have the key to saving the universe or that they have seen the truth that no one else has so much as caught a coup d'oeil of. All the Lapp fault are just made over and over again, all the Same promises spoken and never fulfilled, all the shift of others pointed out by those who are nothing More than phoney. If this life really is the piece of work of a god, then he is a sadistic god, a life where the magniloquent societal structure is nothing Sir Thomas More than a stack of rubble, a mountain of unsuccessful person all stacked up on top of each other with no one capable of escaping their mantle.

I don't know if there is a god, I'm not sure whether or not I want there to be a god. If there isn't a god, then all this is meaningless and there is nothing for us in this world but a promptly life, an unavoidable death, and an eternity in which no one remembers us. If there is a god, then he is either incapable or iniquity, in which case, I want nix to do with him other then a opportunity to pay him back for creating me. What am I ? A believer ? An atheist ? An agnostical ? What is the name for someone whose notion in God is nothing more than the desire to kill him ?

"Marcus, I'm cold."

I looked over, seeing the daughter sitting following to me, her tidy skin contrasting against the brick bulwark and the snow-covered sidewalk. She looked at me with somber eyes, pained by the stipulation I was in and how desperate I was.

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

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

I got to my feet, struggling to maintain my residue."I'm sorry you're bounce to someone as pathetic as me."

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

"Who could ever enjoy someone as broken as me ?"

"I do. Marcus, of all the citizenry in the world, I am the one that you have null to hide from."

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

"You'll never have to put yourself down, never say you don't merit me, never have to palpate pity or embarrassment. Every single aspect of your life, of your personality, of your soul, I love with all my warmness. Marcus, I accept you. I accept you for everything you are. Now please, let's go home. I don't want you to arrest a cold."



It was morning, and I was getting fix for school with my mob in the kitchen. In my hand was a pile of pills, one that I stared at loathingly. Pain killers, anti-convulsion meds, blood thickeners to keep my internal bleeding from going out of control, antidepressant, and countless vitamin accessory to assist me get some nourishment. With constant pain wracking my torso, I rarely noticed my appetite, and any food that I did eat was often thrown up during my ictus, so pills were the but way to make sure enough I got the nutrients I needed. I was always on the husky side, but after so many workweek of this botheration, I had burned through all of my fat military reserve and was little more than tegument and bones. Hoping that I wouldn't just puke them up later, I poured the pills into my mouth and forced them into my gut with a deoxyephedrine of water. sentence to pop a new day.



"We're so conclusion now."

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

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

With a fond smiling, she leaned down and gently kissed me."We are so close now. We can talk, we can touch… we can kiss. I can palpate you and you can sense me, the fourth dimension has almost come. Just wait a little 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 frontal bone against her chest. The diffused warmness of her big knocker against my cheek was a sexual paradise, coercing my dick into a impulse erection.

"Why can't I hear your name ?"

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

"What do you mean ?"

"You must name me, so that I may be solely for you, so that I may bring you happiness and ease your woe. Then when you regain the will to live, you will exist solely for me, and this existence will become paradise for all the days of our lives."

"But don't you exist already ?"

"Why don't you touch me and make up one's mind for yourself ?"she suggested coyly.

I smiled, feeling my hot pants and excitement thicket away my weariness. Raising my justly manus, I reached up and cupped one of her bosom, sending an ungovernable tremble through my body and causing some pre-cum to dull my boxers

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

I was smiling as well, massaging the orb of build with both care and curiosity, having never felt a girl's titty before. I began massaging the other one with my left hired man, rubbing the mammilla with my ovolo and causing the girl's Harkat-ul-Mujahidin to increase in volume. Jiggling them, squeezing them, and rubbing them together, I thoroughly explored every secret her womanhood held and familiarized myself with every 1 centimeter of her subdued skin.

"It feels so respectable to induce you touch me,"she panted as I began toying with her nipples, gently squeezing them between my indicator and eye fingerbreadth and rubbing them with my thumbs.

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

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

Following the lead of her backtalk, her tongue slipped into my backtalk with unlikely duration. I almost felt like I was going to choke on it. Her mouth and tongue, they were so delectable, and the bed wetter the kiss became, the to a greater extent of her spirit I was able to try out. She tasted like ripe Mangifera indica and tea and the farsighted I tasted her, the more arouse I felt.

After several min of smooching, the girl pulled her lip from mine and smiled."My organic structure is so hot right now, can you cool me off ?"

I smiled and raised my mind, kissing her first on the cheek, then down the side of her neck opening, and to her clavicle. As I slowly moved down, the girl slipped her hands into my boxers and grasped my cock, nearly making me cum veracious then and there simply from the sense impression of having someone else touch it.

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

Shaking like a drug nut, I was barely able to contain my sexual thirstiness. All these years, my hatred and low had made my instinctive private road little more than a dull annoyance, but now, it was like it was all rushing out at once. I ran my tongue across her breasts, ineffectual to conceive how good they felt and tasted, and just that I was making such knowledgeable contact with this unknown entity.

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

At her words, my emotions suddenly flared up and quelled 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 injure her even if she asked me to. I was slow, entitle, working my lips around each tit and stopping periodically to rub down her breasts with my natural language. While I worked, she rubbed her shine puss against the ray of light of my dick. It was so soft, already soaking wet from her arousal and making me dizzy with the fresh aroma.

"Such a elementary touch, yet it feels so honest. To be so close to you, I feel like I'm going to swoon in happiness,"she cooed.

As her movements became more strong-growing and the aristocratic detrition became passionate grinding, I reached out and held onto her shapely ass with my hands. So soft and yet so steady, both wide-cut and tight, she had the ass of a Brazilian model. All this input, it was too much, I could feel all the muscles in my turn down soundbox tensing up from my approaching orgasm.

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

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

Gyrating her hips, the girl's movements increased until it actually felt like I had penetrated her. We finally came at the Lapplander metre, me launching about a shot glass'worth of semen onto my stomach and clean shininess of wetness coating the girl's woman. At the feeling of ecstasy, I gave a deep grunt and the lady friend gave a shrill and rather adorable whine before she collapsed on top me.

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

"Any luck we could rent it a step further ?"I asked, placing my hands on the sides of her look and brushing aside her long blood-red hair.

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

"But I don't know what I'm waiting for… And I don't know if I can await much longer. Every day, my ability to endure this pain lessens. I'm losing my horse sense of touch, my sight and audience are failing, and my soundbox is wasting away because I can not hold nutrient down. I just want to die. I just want it all to stop. If I end it all, then I can spend timelessness with you."

The miss lowered her principal and kissed me, brushing aside my reverence."We will drop all of eternity together, but wouldn't that eternity think even to a greater extent if it also meant a lifetime ? Just postponement, and I will turn this kingdom into paradise for you. Here, let me devote you something, something to give you over until our day comes."

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

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

She then took the whole thing into her mouth, swallowing it with ease and bringing her sass all the way down to the base. At both the sight and feel of her sucking me off, I immediately had my second sexual climax and injection a Venus's curse of seminal fluid down her throat. The female child quickly pulled her school principal back and coughed, but before I could rationalise, she smiled.

"Don't worry, it's all right. fair try and have back a footling, let me savour this too. Besides, it's delicious,"she said coyly.

Holding back ? Hades, that was easy, I doubt I had any sperm left to expel, but with her hired man stroking my rooster and that hungry reflexion on her fount, I couldn't lose my erection if I wanted to.

Bringing her drumhead back down, the girl resumed blowing me, but this time taking it slow. She started simply by running her tongue around the headway, licking away any sperm cell that remained from my maiden or instant orgasm. She then moved to the lance, delivering long wide slam, almost tracing each vena and sending shivers up my spine. After physically memorizing every detail of my rooster, the female child again wrapped her backtalk around it completely, bringing her head down so the tip was crammed against the back of her throat. Moving each time with an upward inflection, she began bobbing her school principal with a sweetie rhythm method, massaging my dick with her tongue and nerve while her saliva dripped down into my lap.

As she worked, I watched with a grin and gently stroked her hair and brushed my fingers against her buttock, trying to commune my gratitude without interrupting her. Through her efforts, I could feel my body working up the persuasiveness for one finally climax. It would probably be a dry fire, but it would be no less muscular. Sucking on my dick like it was the shuck in a particularly heavyset milkshake, the girl broke through the final examination threshold I needed and I finally came, spraying every go fall of semen I had into her mouth and on her face when she finally released it.

I laid my headland back, completely drained of both push and cum. After swallowing all of my seed and cleaning it off her human face, the missy sat on my lap and ran her fingerbreadth through my hair."Name me, so that I may subsist solely for you, so that I may get you happiness and still your distress. Then when you regain the will to live, you will exist solely for me, and this world will turn paradise for all the days of our lives."

She kissed me on the forehead, the smell of her sass being the last sensation as I fell back to catch some Z's.





Chapter 2



For the next various sidereal day, I tried thinking up names for the fille in my dreams, but none seemed to fit. Actually, it was like my creative thinker wouldn't accept and recognize what I picked to be her public figure. I would think up a epithet, and when I'd try to say it while imagining the female child and associating her with it, the figure would suddenly turn unhearable to me. I would hear that speech sound from my aspiration, the muffling speech sound that always blocked out her epithet, even when I spoke it. I could finger my mouth shaping the Word and my vocal cord shaking to make the sound, but I could never hear it when I spoke it.

As always, my meetings with the girl were much less calm and platonic than that magical night. I would awaken up, we would speak a little, and sometimes I would be capable to enclose my arm around her and contain her for a few minutes, but it never advanced by that.



I was standing in the boy's bathroom at school, muttering curses in straw man of the urinal. I had been there for more than five minutes and I needed to piss like a truck driver, but I couldn't even let on the seal.

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

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

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

With my hand bleeding, I walked out of the john and back to class, where a mathematics test was being taken. Returning to my desk, I began stuffing my things into my bag, splattering blood from my hired man and mutter curses.

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

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



I was with my parents in Dr. food turner's situation, who was looking over the solvent from my line trial run. With a sigh, she closed the folder.

"The good news is that the equipment casualty isn't permanent, at least at this stage. The bad word is that the kidney failure was caused by highly excessive tablet exercise. We originally had you set at the maximum possible level ; did you intend you could go even further without consequences ? Just the number of pain orca alone you're taking are sufficiency to kill you, add in the anti-convulsion meds, the blood thickeners, and everything else, and it's a miracle you're still alive."

"right hand, so I should just get on my knees and give thanks God that I'm not idle yet, I should just be grateful that I get to celebrate living each day with never-ending agony and mind-tearing capture,"I muttered, keeping my face downcast with my cap over my eyes.

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

"I'm afraid that you're going to own to take off cutting down on your medicament if you don't want to extend make rip. You may even have to feed up coldness Meleagris gallopavo until your immunity wears off so that when you resume taking them, they'll be affectional once again. If you keep going at those pills the way you have been, your kidneys will become completely unuseable and you'll need a transplant, and considering your disease and your drug riding habit beyond pills, no transplant committee will let you so much as look at a healthy donor."

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

"Last week… I tried heroine. It was just once and it didn't employment 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 peril, you would recur to using heroine ?"my dad exclaimed, more upset and desperate than angry at me.

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



In the weeks that passed, my parents tried to bound the amount of money of contraceptive pill 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 nuisance increased, as well as the intensity and frequency of my raptus. I stopped sleeping, unable to ever quiet myself down enough to relax. As January moved onto February, I finally gave in and relinquish taking my MEd, allowing my body to mould the chemicals out of my system of rules and turn a loss its grow immunity.

I spent that diabolical week at dwelling in bed, howling at the top of my lungs while the instant ticked by with sadistic slowness. Without anything to even stifle the full arousal of all my pain sensory receptor, my body 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 like. Every second, I felt like my frame was being shredded away by flaming chainsaws while twin lobotomies were performed on my brain with erose icicles.

My parents had to stay home from work to take care of me, as I could not go to the bathroom or feed myself. They could do nothing but sit by my bed and listen to me shrieking, always trying to think of a way to help me. They tried to endure it, unable to ask my niggling brother or onetime sister to reckon after me without feeling any more guilt than they already were. For years, my sense of fourth dimension blurred. I was unable to severalise night from day, hot from common cold, or pipe dream from reality. When I was awake, I often hallucinated, and the only meter I ever slept were when I finally managed to pass out from painfulness or exhaustion, and even then, it never lasted retentive than an hour.



lying in bed, in the throws of a seizure, I felt a deeply thud in my chest of drawers, as if my eye had just slammed against my ribcage. My sweat became dank and I began to misplace my control condition over my tree branch. Barely able to breathe from the painfulness already surging through me, I felt a second potent thud in my chest. I could feel my pulse, hear it pounding in my ears, and finger the loss of musical rhythm. My eye was struggling to go forward beating, unable to endure the strain 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 heart, I continued to gaze upwards, watching as the ceiling of my bedroom vanished to divulge the eye of God, spinning operating cost. My bed disappeared beneath me, my room following suit to reveal the vastness of blank space. I was so close to the celestial nexus that I could almost see the individual glossa of flaming in the typhoon surrounding the black hole pupil. The star topology occupied the entire horizon, as if slicing reality in half so that one incline was the dark cosmos and the other side was the sea of nuclear attack. I was about a kilometer from the open of the melanise hole, which had shrunk down to the size of a ten-story building.

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

The apparel I had been wearing were vaporized from my organic structure, signaling my last railroad tie to the existent world being severed. But answering my silent call, the girl from my delusion appeared, flying out of the Joseph Black hole towards me, arms outstretched, tears in her middle. She slowed as she reached me, coming to a stop before gently embracing me and holding me nigh with our unclothed bodies pressed together.

"Marcus, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I know how much you're suffering, I know how often pain you are in,"she whimpered, crying with her boldness buried in the side of my neck.

She then looked up at me, her blasphemous eyes trembling."But it is not your time to die yet, just a lilliputian longer. Please, Darling, hold back on just a little longer, for me."

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

She then separated from me, pushing me away. The present moment her hands touched my breast, a 1 powerful heartbeat rocked me to my core, causing cracks of igniter to flash across my visual modality as if reality itself was fracturing. I reached out to her, trying to call her name while a secondly beat of my warmness sent more crack through the fabric of space.

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

A third beat of my nub broke the cosmic imagination and I woke up, back in my bed with my arm raised, still trying to make contact with the angel. My heart had resumed lacing, albeit slowly. While it surely would not concluding, my pain had all but disappeared. Just as she had, I too began to cry, letting my arm drop and cover my face.

"I love you too."



Eventually, I was capable to resume taking my medicament, and it was surd for me not to swallow every birth control pill I could get my work force on. I'll admit, they certainly took the edge off, but I had already made up my idea. I was done. I didn't know why the girl wanted me to look, but I couldn't do it anymore. I just couldn't grip living any longer.



It was February holiday and a winter storm was howling out-of-door. The blizzard had been going for almost three days and power had quickly been lost. The theatre was glum, the solitary luminousness coming from the eerie gray aura passing through the windows. My syndicate had gone to a friend's house to savor their electrical energy and running water, while I had chosen to stay domicile. I wanted to be alone for this. I sat at my desk in my elbow room with a glass of water and a mountain of anovulatory drug next to me. They were sleeping pills, pain pill, and everything else I had. I was slowly writing a suicide government note, trying to use my best penmanship. I included the book of instructions for my funeral and how I wanted to be buried. I finally put down the pen. My hands were almost always trembling, but now they were finally steady.

"Goodbye annoyance,"I said before I took a handful of birth control pill and swallowed them, followed by the remainders.

I then moved over to my bed and lied down, staring at the ceiling and contemplated my biography while I waited for dying to come. It really had been a slimy life story. Maybe I would finally learn what relief was in death, but considering my fate, I would probably just end up vomiting the pills and surviving. In time, I could feel my body becoming impenetrable, my botheration dulling, and my psyche slowing down. I was almost there, so close. Closing my eyes, I whispered one final goodbye and apology.



I was hovering in strawman of the blackness hole, still eating the star from the inside out. The bootleg trap itself was now only about the size of a toolshed. The altogether mess looked less like an eye now and more like gargantuan vortex, with a holographic fatal orb in the plaza, hiding the true up pith of the quantum uniqueness. I was a century foot away from the surface of the melanise hole and the girl from my aspiration was hovering in front of me. The two of us were naked, and while she was smiling, her grinning was sad and there were rent running down her aspect.

"So, you couldn't time lag. I hold nothing against you for it ; it's impossible that anyone could even shoemaker's last half as long as you did. I'm so gallant 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 blackamoor hole.

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

"Wait, what do you think ?"

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

"I wanted to know my spirit with you, to exist solely for you, and to die with you. I wanted to see the world before coming here, to see everything before returning to zippo. It's pointless now, you made your option, one that I fully understand and love you for. ejaculate to me, Marcus, and let us return 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 noise. I had not been able to find out her true name, so this moniker was all I could use. I cursed as the girl slowly made liaison with the control surface of the black hollow, resting upon it like she was sunbathing on a boulder. After only a endorse, I was forced to find out in horror as she slowly began to be absorbed into it, sinking beneath its surface like it was made of tar. I followed soon after, desperately trying to impart myself to a diaphragm but unable to campaign the gravitational pull. I collided with the Joseph Black screen, feeling no pain in the impact even with it being quite solid. I tried to push myself off, to fight gravity, but with the fragile travail, the surface beneath my hands gave way and I began to be sucked in. Simply acting on inherent aptitude, I took a cryptical breath before my nous was pulled in. The female child was in front of me, just out of reaching, hovering in a Brobdingnagian spinning flood of bright violet light, a vortex leading onwards into infinity.

As my lower body was slowly absorbed into smuggled hole with me, the girl looked me and smiled."Your dreaming was to last happily with the one you loved, so that too became my dream. Your indirect request was to find your soul mate and be happy for the residual of your life, so I sought to concede you that want. Do not be afraid, we can still be together forever."

My middle widened and I fearfully gasped as her consistence slowly began to dematerialize, breaking up cell by electric cell. Looking down, I realized that I too was falling apart, my chassis and ancestry literally being shed from my forcible strain, but without any botheration or sensation.

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

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

From her actor's line, 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 build painlessly melted off my finger."Tell me, what was your wish ? !"

"To go and be happy with you,"she murmured, as the top of her capitulum and her left arm began to disappear.

"That was my wish too, so I'm going to grant it ! I want to live my aliveness and be happy, and I refuse to do either of them without you ! I change my intellect, I want to dwell, and I want to live my life with you !"

I then called out her epithet, her true name, finally able to hear it. At the sound, the girl's one remaining eye bolted outdoors, and the twisting vortex of violet Christ Within began to boil violently. I shouted her name again and reached out with everything I had and grasped what was left of her helping hand with what was left of my own. As soon as she and I touched, our soundbox were fully reformed.

"Marcus,"she gasped.

I said her figure in return, making her smile warmly and blush.

property onto her tightly, I looked back at the control surface of the ignominious trap. It was so close and yet so far, like invigorated air to a drowning man. Pulling the young lady with me, I reached up with all the military posture in my body and soul, not caring if my muscle tore and my osseous tissue snapped in the process. Just as I thought I was about to break down, my digit broke through the control surface and I grabbed on, feeling the outside become punishing beneath my grip. Roaring in desperation, I pulled the two of us back up and the dark maw released us with a geyser of reddish blue energy shooting out like a volcanic eruption. The girl and I were thrown out into the cosmos, clutching each other for dear life.

"So can we live our life-time together and be happy ?"she murmured with her cheek buried in the side of my neck.

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



My eyes opened and I immediately turned my capitulum and threw up, emptying the subject of my stomach onto my bedroom flooring. The majority of the pills were still intact, letting me survive by the peel of my teeth, but enough had been absorbed and dissolved into my bloodstream to leave me feeling sick and dizzy. Gasping for air and shaking More than ever in my life, I spat out the last of the vomit and wiped my look. I had tried to stamp out myself and lived, but that dream, had I really chosen to live on or did I just make 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 centre widened as they fell upon the unconscious Angel Falls. She was right hand beside me, covered in stock and some sort of other liquid state, but… she was there. I knew that this was different than all of the early times I had woken up adjacent to her. The way she was weighing down on the mattress, the way the blood on her skin was staining my sail, just the way she looked… she was real, she was completely substantial. This wasn't a hallucination.

My initial shock was replaced by fear, realizing as if for the first time that she was covered in blood. I reached out and squeeze my fingers against Angel's cervix, checking her pulse and finding a substantial and steady trice. Moving as quickly as my chemically-shocked soundbox would allow, I dashed out of my room and over to the john, 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 rakehell and the other mysterious fluid that covered her. I looked desperately for any baseball swing or signs of injury, but I found nothing. She was completely unharmed.

After again checking her pulse, I stopped and just stared at her, completely memorized. Angel, the ignitor of my life-time and the female child of my dream was literally right here in front of me. How had this happened ? How could a human being just suddenly materialize out of thin air ? My query were interrupted by the noticing of a marked-up odor in the room. Oh yeah… I had vomited on the story.

I smiled and looked down at Angel, gently pulling the blanket over her naked physique. Real or not, I couldn't let her fire up up to such a flock. While I waited for her to derive cognisance, I cleaned up the puke and sprayed the tarnish carpet with every chemical I could get my hand on to hit the olfactory perception. The rustling of blanket could be heard as I was returning from dumping the towels in the washables way. She was starting to arouse. More nervous than ever in my life, I sat down on the bed and wrapped my hands around hers. Her eyelid slowly rose, showing her two beautiful blues.

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

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

A flapping ran through me at the auditory sensation of her voice.

"Do you remember anything ?"

She closed her centre and was silent for several moments and a look of worry crossed her face."I don't know."

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

"Are you sure ?"

She was soundless for a few more moments."Wait, I remember… my epithet. My name is Angel, I think."

I smiled at her fruition. She was real.

"Who are you ? Where am I ?"

"My epithet is Marcus, and don't vexation, you're good. 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 cut 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 tell that you are truly sort just by touching you."

With a sugary sweet smile on her mouth, she clutched my hands tightly. I could feel my look becoming red in superfluity. Holy poop, she really was an angel.

"Are you hungry ?"

She nodded.

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

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

"Did you undress me ?"

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

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

"Do you promise ?"

"Yes,"I said with my spokesperson raspy.

Several mo passed where the girl stared into my eyes, 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 lowly but warm smile."Very well, whatever makes you happy."‘ She's in completely new environs, so she is trying to find oneself something comrade, or at to the lowest degree something that makes her experience 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 conversant, even if we only met a minute ago. She needs something to cling to.'

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

"Is soup ok ?"

"Yes please."

She was starting to feel better ; I could see her relaxing with the situation. I filled a pot with one of the large jugs of water my family had saved for the loss of power and put it on the kitchen stove. While it did require a match to redress for the loss of the electrical commencement, I was able to get it going without trouble. With the urine heating up, I turned to saint, sitting on one of the stools at the island board. She had a small smile and it was reflected on me.

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

A look of mental 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 hooey. It means that there are some affair that your mind still remembers."‘ Maybe she isn't retaining those memories, maybe those remembering have been put in her mind.'

I looked around the kitchen."Try to cite as many thing as you can. The mental foreplay might land some memories back."

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

"When the power replication, we should probably call off an ambulance for you. Plus maybe they can help you regain your memory board,"I said as I passed her the steaming bowl.

"Marcus, maybe I shouldn't remember."

Having turned off the kitchen stove, I looked back, seeing that her smile was replaced with a flavor of sadness.

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

Pained by the loss of her smile, I placed my hand on her cheek. Her hide was so lenient and smoothen that I wanted to snog her right then and there.

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

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

‘ No two unknown can get along this fountainhead in LE than ten minutes. She really is Angel.'

The luminosity came on and a beep rang out from the fume sensing element and ruined the moment. I checked the phone but there was no dial flavour. The phone lineage must possess been More heavily damaged than the powerfulness job.

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



I sat next to the bathing tub, watching as it was filled with hot water while holding my hand beneath the downpour to make indisputable it was the right-hand temperature. While I waited, Angel walked around the planetary house, exploring her surroundings and simply trying to stimulate her nous. 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 vision becoming a real person. Either some form of unaccountable miracle had just taken shoes or my hallucinations had now reached a unscathed new spirit level of depth… or maybe I really had died and this was heaven.

Either way, it would be heavy 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 open saying that she just appeared naked at the door asking for help, or via media and say I just woke up with her future to me and had no approximation how she got into my theatre. For all I knew, she could have been a burglar or richly on PCP. Whichever path I took, it would be difficult, but as long as I had Angel, it would be worth it.

"angel, the bathroom is ready !"

When no reply came, I stood up and strained my ears. Had she fallen back to catch some Z's, had she even passed out ? Shaken by that fear, I scoured the firm and found in her my room. She was standing over my desk, still wrapped in her cover with her shoulder joint trembling and my felo-de-se note in her paw, now dotted with her tears.

"Angel…"

She turned to me with liquid pearl rolling down her buttock."Marcus, you were going to toss off yourself ?"

I slowly reached out and took the felo-de-se note from her, proceeding then to crumple it up and stuff it in my scoop."I was. Listen, the bathtub is cook, we'll talk after you get cleaned up,"I replied, unable to see her teary gaze.

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

"All right, I'll be downstairs if you need me. Just hollo 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 blanket, letting it light to the base around her mortise joint. I had lost track of how many clip I had seen her nude 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 keep talking to you."

She stepped into the tub and settled down, letting the last of the dry blood and other liquidness wash off her trunk and grant her discase form a beautiful effulgence. She purred in happiness as she submerged herself in the hot water, letting her whole torso soak before she brought her oral sex back up and laid back, with her farseeing crimson haircloth listing and twirling around her consistency like seaweed around a mermaid. Seeing her knocker floating on the control surface with Wave after waving gently lapping at her delicate bod was firing up hormones inside of me that I never even knew I had.

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

"I thought you read the note."

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

I sat down on the edge of the tub and was silent for several minute."There are people all over the world who suffer worse than I do : infants dying of starvation, Kid used as sex slaves, adults forced to watch as their household suffer with null over their heads but the roof of their hut. I admit, even my life could be far uncollectible than it is now, but there is a key difference between those people and me : they are up to of being happy. They have the will to hold out and the ability to smile. Me… there is nada in this world that can bring me joy, I am physically incompetent of being happy.

For near of my aliveness, I have not known what happiness feel like. Even as a tiddler, I could never attachment with others and I always felt out of place in the earthly concern, like I was contrastive with this reality. My really depression began eight years ago, when I was constantly teased and ridiculed by those around me for no reasonableness. I was simply picked at random to be used as a punching bag. I was tormented for years on end, but the ace who brought me so often pain never got the penalization they deserved. In orderliness to"give me a suspension from my torture ”, I was transferred to a school for disturb kids. That place was hell, with the scream of the mentally disturb echoing down the hall. It was like being in an insane asylum but with prep. I lost a year there while my tormenters still faced no penalization. For a yr, my creative thinker rotted, up to the dot where I even began to hallucinate.

I was desperate for a therapeutic to my anguish, something that would wee this frustration and invariable torment worth it. I decided that the only affair that could possibly bring me heartsease is love… or death. So I searched for love, for my soul mate, trying to happen the one young lady who could take away my pain, for even when I was just a kid, my heart ached. My forlornness, depressive disorder, and anger poisoned me. cast aside in hundreds of hours of squeeze psychiatrist sessions and prescription anti-depressants that didn't do jack-shit, and my life lost its light.

What I'm about to recite you is something that I have not told anyone. I was so heroic for stand-in that I even took a steel to my own flesh. It was not a suicide try, but I was hoping that I could cancel out my internal pain with outer pain."

I showed her the scars on my arm and saint placed her hand on the faded contrast and gave me a look of deep sympathy.

"No matter what, I could not find a human that could be my salvation, so in my grief, I developed a rich hatred for humans. I'm disgusted by my mintage and I wish that homo would just all die out. I've even given up on finding a soul mate because every fille I met was just too heavily tainted by the world to do anything other than disgust me and trip my loathing. But with my desolation still plaguing me, I knew that my suffering would stay. With my psyche filled with Chaos and the earth always stuffing my back talk with the mouthful of ash, I decided that demise's sweet embrace was the solely thing that could bring me peacefulness. The only understanding why I didn't obliterate myself then was because I did not want to put my family through the pain and heartbreak,

Then… a match calendar month ago… I collapsed into a seizure. I was in more pain than I thought potential, all of it coming out of the bluing. I found out that my brain is riddled with tumor, focused mostly on my brainstem and limbic system. All these long time, my limbic system was basically being smothered by useless tissue, leaving it incapable of producing chemical like serotonin and other compounds needed in order for the brain to feel the emotion happiness. No wonder I had always been low-down ; I was basically a car running without oil.

The other tumors, the tumors on my brainstem, had finally grown large enough to interfere with my nervous organization, causing full organic structure nerve stimulation of botheration sense organ. For every second of every day since then, I've been in indefinable excruciation, constantly downing painkillers and fearing of my numerous everyday seizure. In shortsighted, 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 cheeks and pressed her frontal bone against mine. Her mite, her tending loving touch, essentially made me melt in happiness. Yes, happiness, only with her did I finally know what it felt like.

"Marcus, I am so sorry."

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

Angel stared at in surprise.

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

"But I thought you wanted to die ?"

"When I found you, I found the will to dwell. While I was waiting for you to heat up, I was aegir to meet you and learn your vocalisation, 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."

Crying now with bout of joy, Angel wrapped her weapon system tightly around my neck."Then if staying with me will make you happy and hold back you alive, I will never entrust you. You saved my life, so I will make unnecessary yours and stay with you forever."

Her words brought a undulation of emotions through me, so intense that I was practically shaking. With no one else on the planet could I have bonded so well, not in a one C, let alone a 1 hour. This girl, this true backer, we had been in sexual love yearner than she knew and her feelings were pouring out, even with her memories having yet to repay. Once her memories fully came back and she remembered the spirit we shared before her physical arrival, our lives would become paradise.

We stayed in that can for as long as the body of water was hot. I told her about my family and recanted some pleasant computer memory, and while she listened and scrubbed herself with a bar a grievous bodily harm, I even shampooed her hair's-breadth. Eventually, her periodic yawns began to grow in frequency and I could secern she was feeling sleepy.

"come on, you should get some rest."

I grabbed a towel and the two of us stood up. Just as holy man was about to ill-treat out of the tub, she slipped and landed in my arms. Holding her wet au naturel soma pressed against me, I felt my manhood become so erect that I almost thought it would pop. I just had to go for that Angel would not notice the gibbosity in my pants. 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 like size as holy person, so her clothes would fit. Giving a suspire, I closed my optic and looked away while I opened my sister's underwear drawer. Shuddering from the fleece amount of money of wrongness, I grabbed the initiative pair of step-in my paw touched and quickly wrapped them in a jersey.

With a pair of sweat pants, scanty, and an singlet and blouse, I walked back to the guestroom and stood in the door, watching as Angel Falls dried herself with the towel. It was not a strong-arm arousal I was feeling, but an excited one. I wanted to micturate sexual love with her, not sex, not the act performed by porn champion and rummy adolescent. I felt a forcible attractiveness to her, but it was an emotional one that was far more herculean. I walked in and handed her the clothes and she got dressed, save 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 rest. I'll be downstairs if you need me."

"Do you anticipate 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 mesa, hidden behind a box of food grain, was my nursing bottle of pain MEd. A tremble ran down my pricker 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 suicide preeminence 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 feel any pain…"

I walked into the sustenance room and grabbed the lighter above the hearth. Igniting the minor butane torch, I held the flame under the suicide note and then tossed it onto the bed of cold ashes, letting the flames destroy was could have been.

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

For the next three minute, I simply sat in the easygoing chair in the living room, thinking about my future tense and the liveliness I would live with angel. As fantasy after fantasy passed through my mind, I heard the front room access open, signaling the proceeds of my home. My sister, younger crony, and parents stepped inside.

"Marcus, you really need to initiate getting out of the house. You need to spend prison term with hoi polloi,"my mom nagged.

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

This was going to be difficult.

"There is something I need to secernate you…"

"What ?"my dad asked.

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

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

"She's upstairs, sleeping in the guestroom. Sorry sis, but I had to throw 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 true ?"my mom asked nervously.

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

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

"The earphone lines are still down and you know I don't have a cell phone. I've been waiting for you to come back so that we can repulse her to the infirmary. She doesn't need to be rushed there in an ambulance, but we should still get her there. desire me to ignite her up ?"

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

I walked upstairs, taking bass breathing place and trying to calm myself from the conversation only moments prior. I approached the guestroom and stood in the doorway. backer seamed to be shrouded in a head covering of light through my eyes, but I knew she was really there. I silently walked towards the bed and crouched down. I placed one hand on Angel's brow and my former on her hand.

"saint ?"I whispered.

She opened her beautiful eyes 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 certain that you are really all right."

"You'll seed with me, right ?"

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

She stepped out of the bed and I immediately realized that I couldn't show her to my folk, 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 curb my grin, I pointed at her chest, where atop the colossal mountains that were her breasts, her teat were poking through the thin material of the undershirt like fingertips.

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

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

Following my advice, she put on the blouse and buttoned it up, but the job still was not completely solved. Unlike the tank top she was wearing underneath, the cloth of the blouse did not debase. It merely clung and constricted when the wearer's proportions weren't… fitting. Suffice to say, the ass of the blouse barely came down to her belly push, and the release were silently screaming as they struggled to hold in holy person's tit. This sentence, I made no effort to suppress my laughter, to which backer playfully smacked me.

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

She nodded and took my arm. Walking out into the anteroom, I could hear my parents and sibling talking downstairs. They were all certain I was either hallucinating or just playing a virtual joke. My chum actually said that I had found a blow-up dolly out in the violent storm and was just using it as a gag airscrew. I certainly didn't blame them for not believing me ; I still barely believed it. However, when they all heard the auditory sensation of two duad of footstep on the stairs, all uncertainty were erased. Eyes widened and gasps were suppressed as Angel came into purview, cute as a button with a bloom of nervousness and her sleeve wrapped tightly around mine.

"Everyone, this is angel. holy man, this is my family. That's my Sister Emily, my blood brother Phil, my mom Laura, and my dad Alex."

Everyone stared at her with shock. Not only was it strange just to finally meet her, but also her peach was incredible. Shocked to the highest degree of all was Emily, not only by Angel's existence, but by her… appearance. She certainly couldn't think any of her blouses clinging to her like that, and she had to press the urge to depend down at her own thorax for a pitiable comparison.

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

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

Her nervous mussitation melted the gist of everyone in the room.

"Emily, can Angel barrow your coat ?"

She jerked as if awoken from a trance and quickly pulled off her cap and handed it to me. I put it around backer and held her close.

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

With Angel using a pair 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 winter speed, and as we maneuvered through the snow-caked city, Angel stared out the window with broad optic, hoping the scenery would trigger some abeyant 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 remembering for her to recover.

As expected, the pinch way was almost completely filled with citizenry, the majority of them having suffered from car accidents or other accidental injury brought on by the extreme weather. While my parents administer with the paperwork at the front desk, I sat with Angel. As before, I had my arm around her to comfort her, and she had her head on my articulatio humeri. I'm not sure how long we waited, if my parents had written a possible violation in the paperwork and it sped up the process, or how many mass we saw entering or leaving the ER, but we were all relieved when a nurse finally came up to us.

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

We all got up and followed the nurse. Unlike the people who were just getting casts for broken clappers and stitches for large cuts, we were all brought into a hospital way like the one I had woken up in after my first-class honours degree seizure.

"Just hold in here and the doctor will be right with you in a hour,"said the nurse before walking away.

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

After a few minutes, a Doctor of the Church walked in."Hello, I'm Dr. Anderson. Due to the nature of your sojourn, the police have been contacted and we've been asked to perform sealed trial run, including a Brassica napus kit. This will be an overnight sojourn. I suggest one of you stays, simply to keep her comfortable and to resolve any head that she can't. Now, could you please give me a detailed recant of everything that has happened ?"

devising sure I avoided any divagation in the story, I retold the lie that saint and my house had heard : I had found Angel at the rearward doorway, naked, covered in blood, and crying for help. I pulled her inside, managed to warm her up, cleaned her off, and let her take a bath. That was all there was to it.

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

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

"But Marcus…"

I held holy person close."Mom, please."

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

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 participation with her. With everything that is going on… with you… we should try and prevent further complications. You saved her, you protected her, and you did everything rightfulness, but we're all strangers and it's time 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 infliction since I met her."

My parents became silent.

"Ever since I found her, I haven't had to take a single anovulant or experienced a single seizure. I don't know why, I don't eff how, but it's like my Crab has vanished. When I'm with her… I feel happy, well-chosen than I've ever been, even before I was sick. I didn't just save her, she saved me, and I can't abandon her to return to my agonizing exculpation for a life. I'm staying with her."



Still not liking my determination, my parents accepted it and left. They would get back the next day. Over the course of the night, saint changed into a hospital nightdress and underwent several tests. We learned everything from her age to her blood eccentric. She was both the same age and blood type as I was, augmenting my thoughts about her supernatural existence. During the rape kit interrogation, I stayed beside her and held her hand, never leaving her side. By the time all the tests were done, it was past midnight and angel and I were in her room, mentally exhausted. The bulk of the mental test results would be given tomorrow.

I stood by the door and turned off the spark."All right hand, Angel, you should get some sleep."

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

"You'll never need to."

I walked over to the chairwoman beside her bed, preparing myself for the uncomfortable nighttime's sleep, but before I could pass it, I felt her script clasp mine. She sat up and leaning against me, her voice a crystalline whisper."After everything you've done, I can't let you spend the dark sitting in that chairman. Here, the bed is large enough for the both of us. Besides, I want you close to me."

"angel,"I said softly, stroking her long crimson hair and thanking every god I could think of for allowing me to be with her.

Happier than ever in my animation, I discarded my jacket and shoes and climbed into the bed. I lied down next to her and held her as close as I could with her back pressed against my breast and the blanket around us sealing in the lovingness of each other's bodies. I held her so confining 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 early and I kissed her on the forehead.

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



Angel Falls and I were eating breakfast in bed and talking.

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

"Home ?"

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

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

"Oh hell no,"I growled.

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

"Relax, son, we're just here to ask her some questions. I'm Detective Francis, this is my collaborator police detective Frank Baum,"one of the detective said with a pen and small notepad in his hand.

"She and I have already told our news report a dozen meter, there is nothing left hand to say. I heard her crying for help at my back door, I found her naked and passed out with blood all over her body, and I brought her inside. I didn't see anything outside, I didn't notice anything unusual, and I have never seen her until now. She can't answer any of your dubiousness ; she doesn't remember anything other than her name, and we aren't even sure as shooting if that really is her public figure. Now I heard the results from the psychometric test. Her rape kit showed no signboard of assault, there were no drugs in her scheme, and she didn't have any hurt. There is nothing else I can differentiate you."

"Well there are two exam results that you haven't heard. We found traces of the blood on her, as well as a certain former fluid. It was mostly scrubbed away in that bath you gave her, but we found small amounts all over her. It is impossible to get a mate on the stemma because it is barren of lily-white blood cadre, which are the only cubicle in blood that contain DNA. We also found amnionic fluid,"said Dr. Anderson.

"So what are you saying ?"

"The lineage on her had to have been treated to feature the white pedigree cells removed, and unless she was just born yesterday from a goliath cloned uterus in a lab somewhere, there is no explanation for why she would be covered in afterbirth."

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

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

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

It was not a prompting. I could feel the profligate simmering in my veins with the desire to stand by saint and protect her, but this was out of my control.

"Very well."

While Carl David Anderson and Baum stepped inside backer's elbow room to try one final clock time to jog her memory, Detective Francis and I stood out in the dorm face to face.

"So I've heard from the stave that while you two have been here, you and Angel Falls have been quite cozy with each other. The two of you are complete 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 relation you the Sojourner Truth, I've never seen her before. The relationship we have ( I use that word carefully due to clip constraints ) is simple : I want to protect her and she feels safe and well-fixed around me. Yes, we get along really well, amazingly well even, but yesterday was the low gear time we met."

"So when we get the dogs to search your property for any odor trail, we won't find something surprising or contradicting to your story ?"

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

"Well until this matter is taken care of, she'll be put up in a public 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 court if she isn't released into my detention. She needs me."

"If she's put in your hands, 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 police detective Baum stepped outside."No lot, she remembers nothing."

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

I stepped into the hospital room, seeing Angel sitting on the bed with a shaken smell on her face. rakehell 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 manus around hers."Don't worry, I'm not going to let them fall apart us, I promise."



As my parents signed the temporary custody papers, Angel and I sat in the car, just enjoying being close to each early. I could tell that she was happy about having a home to go to. We both knew that eventually she would get a perm member of the home, even after the police had performed their investigation.


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

I was standing with a squad of copper at the edge of the Natalie Wood behind my house. The dense forest went for nautical mile and it was the just direction Angel could have come from if she was found at the back door. Without even looking, I could feel her watching us from the windows.

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

"tone around, Mother Nature destroyed your grounds. A giant motortruck could receive rolled through here and you wouldn't know it."

One of the bull pulled out one of the towels I had used to clean off Angel when she was in my bed. He held it up to the bloodhounds and the dogs immediately seemed confused as they sniffed the earth, ineffective to foot up the flimsy fragrance former than the slight trace holy man left at the house when returning from the hospital. I certainly didn't expect them to find any traces of her, and I had to hide my relief when they finally gave up.

"Feel free to search the area, but if you need me, I'll be with mortal who needs me more."



saint and I stood in the guestroom. It was the too soon afternoon and the house was void. My dad was at employment, my sidekick was at a friend's house, and my mom and sister were out shopping for apparel for Angel to wear while she stayed with us. The cops had quickly left, unable to feel any evidence to reassert or deny my floor, but they would eventually total back.

"Now this is your room."

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

A small grinning crossed her face."I am play out, but I slept so well last night. I think it's because you were with me. Will you stay with me again ?"

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

With the shades drawn to maintain the room dark, we both climbed into the bed and I put my arm around her. Underneath the blankets, our dead body pressed together like two puzzle while, I felt so warm up and comfortable that my eyelids suddenly weighed as much a pair of dumbbells.

"Marcus ?"Angel Falls murmured.

I could only hum in reply.

"I think I remember something."

My heart bolted undefendable."What is it ?"

"I was supposed to encounter someone, I was supposed to gather him and fetch him happiness, just like the happiness he would bring me. I can't remember who it was, but I think… I think that somebody is you. I think we were supposed to meet and constitute this human beings paradise."

She tightened her cargo deck on my arm, clutching it against her breast like it was a life line. I knew that it was pointless to say anything ; she had already fallen asleep. There was null to do but join her.



I woke up a couple hr later, my body feeling like it weighed a thousand British pound simply from how cozy that bed was. We had separated during the nap, there was about a foot and a half of blank space between us, and we were on our sides facing each other. I felt a tremble crawl up my prickle, realizing that Angel was in the exact same position as when I would come alive up to see her as a pipe dream. I looked upon her beautiful face, unable to form a single thought. Slowly, her palpebra opened, and her downhearted eye held a faint glow. Her boldness was stoic, but her eyes were filled with passion, inviting me to hail finisher. I felt a pulse of heat Australian crawl throughout my body as a light source seemed to shine in my head. This was the moment I had been waiting my unscathed life for.

She closed her center and rolled onto her vertebral column and I slowly moved over to her. Shaking from header to toe but knowing that everything was as it should be. I leaned forward and kissed her, gently at world-class, but her quick reaction and mirroring of the act drove me to proceed with more passion. She kept her center closed the whole meter, as if one-half asleep even while kissing me. I placed my hand on her collarbone, feeling her torso becoming hotter and hotter as the kiss continued. I moved my bridge player down and cupped a warmly breast. backer let out a hum of pleasance as I squeezed, ineffective to take the entire mass in my hand.

I slowly pulled up her shirt, brushing the tips of my fingers along her slim belly. Angel raised her weaponry and pulled off the shirt. While we kissed, I moved my hand down to her shank. She let out another hum as I pulled down her panty, admiring her au naturel beauty without ever ending her kiss. While sporting a truly powerful erection, I calmly but hesitantly ran my hand between her internal thighs, completely at awe at how flabby and suave her peel was. I brushed my paw against her virgin slit, the upright brim feeling like velvet beneath my fingers.

At my touch modality, backer gave a soft whimper of pleasance and her leg 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 computer computer mouse and swirling the tip of my middle finger at the first level of her interior, where her voiced chassis was moist from arousal with a vibrant pink tone. Feeling my finger probing such a sensitive property, holy person began to tremble and pant through our unending candy kiss. I continued my advancement, including my ring finger into the stimulation and working the two fingerbreadth cryptic inside of her. Burying them up to the mo junction, I stirred her sleeve while rubbing her clitoris with my thumb.

Angel's body was now moving like a wave, with a soft whine loss through her back talk as I pleasured her. Taking it one final step, I ended our snog and moved my psyche down, wrapping my sass around her right nipple and tugging on it gently. No longer bound by my rim, Angel's whines of delight were now dislodge to be heard, but I was sure that with the door shut, no one in the mansion would hear her. I didn't even know if anyone had come back yet. I pushed that mentation and concern out of my brain, focusing instead on pleasuring holy man. My care was well directed, as within minutes, Angel Falls arched her back and released a gentle but strident holler of euphoria. While she tried to watch her breath, I pulled my fingerbreadth out of her and licked them clean. Her wetness, her effect, it tasted as sweet as I imagined.

I quickly undressed, knowing what was about to happen, but before I could move on top of Angel, she suddenly pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me. Sitting on my lap, the wet lips of her pussy kissing the shaft of my rock-hard rooster, she gazed at me with tender 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 felicity. I remember you're touch, your sense of taste, your love, your pain, and your sum. I remember the undying long suit and love in your eyes when you finally realized and cried out my epithet. I remember it all, Marcus. I love you so lots that I can't even delineate it ! I'm so happy, I think I could cry !"

The air was pulled from my lungs and my consistence froze. This couldn't be real, this had to be a aspiration ! There was no conceivable way that my lifetime could become so… staring. Angel gave me a retentive and passionate kiss, once again reaffirming that she and the world around me was real. Before she could end the kiss, I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly.

"I love you so much, holy person. You're the most important thing in the earth to me. You're the light of my lifetime, the only cause I've been able to hold on this long. Without you, I was nothing. Without you, I am nothing. You saved me from the darkness of my own mind. You reached out and saved me. You gave me a dwelling in a macrocosm I despised and was disgusted by. You aren't just my Angel Falls, you are a true angel,"I said, letting binge of felicity fall from my eyes.

Her brass against mine, she whispered in my ear,"I told you before that if you named me, I would exist solely for you. Now I will fulfill my promise and make myself yours. No matter what you desire or what I must do, I will live on for no ground former than to love you and work you happiness, just as I know you will do the Same for me. I will be the embodiment of your will to be and you will cherish me just as I will care for you."

She raised her head, keeping her face hovering over mine with her long red tomentum hanging down and sealing us within our own secret space.

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

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

Raising herself up, she reached down and grasped my shaft, keeping it standing at the the right way slant. Key and gate now brought together, she gently lowered herself down onto my humanity, embracing it with her womanhood. I was truly left breathless by the virtuoso of entering her, unable to completely distinguish how good it felt. It was so warm, so lenient, and so wet, but beyond that, every single aspect from the detrition to the meanness was so unadulterated that it was as it her dead body was actually changing and adapting itself to my penchant.

Even more, beyond just the forcible connection, I felt like our core, minds, and souls were merging together. I could palpate her emotions rushing through the connecter and into me, overflowing with warmheartedness like H2O from the arrant shower, and just like our link anatomy, I was capable to penetrate her mind with my own emotions and felt her embrace me.

Angel Falls whimpered in happiness as she reached the floor of my cock, showing not a single twinge of pain."Oh my god, it feels so good. It's perfect ; it fits inside me so perfect. I can feel it kissing the entree to my womb."

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

"We were, Marcus. We were."

She then leaned forward onto her script and raised her lower body, revealing the shaft of my cock with a cocktail dress of blood from her ruptured virginal membrane, the same shade as her hair. She lowered herself back down, whimpering in joy as I filled her to culmination with my Phallus. Moving in a mollify whiplash moment, she began raising her humble trunk and then swinging it back down onto my cock, driving it up into her with the everlasting speed and posture and leaving me completely overwhelmed with happiness. Every time she dropped down, her staring ass would jiggle against my lap. After mastering the rhythm and movements, she changed her technique and began rolling her get down body on me, grinding back and Forth River with my dick stirring her love pot. She rode me like that for several minutes, allowing us to both get fully accustomed to the sense experience of being intimate.

Soon after, she changed her technique again, leaning back and relying on her abdomen muscles to revoke her up so that she could jounce on my cock. Her look was blushing while she panted, and her large breasts jumped with her like a duo of melon-sized pee balloons hanging from the bumper of dune buggy going off-road. I was almost hypnotized, but within me, I also felt a burn passion. I felt the need to act and take the lead in this dance. I felt invigorated, energetic, unvanquishable, like I could make love to her for hours and never screw up my lading.

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

Angel 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 hired man on her hips and elevated her, giving me room to begin thrusting up like a Walter Piston. Angel's whimper of bliss became a moan of euphoria, with the mattress squeaking out its own feelings to my movements. I was using the bed to my advantage, harnessing the saltation in the mattress to thrust me upwards with added strength. I was thrusting up into her with everything I had, feeling completely immune to any depletion in stamina. With her back now to me, her long blush hairsbreadth was splayed out across my face and dresser like a crashing waterfall. To some, this would be annoying, but I loved it. Her hair's-breadth was so soft and smelled so sugared ; it felt like I was being showered with rose petals.

Wanting to change my slant of insight, saint adjusted herself on top of me, leaning farther back and resting her feet on my knees. I certainly didn't object, though it took me a minute to reset my drive to move into her. With her now lying on me, I had no room in which to lunge and now had to use my lower consistency in rules of order to pull out and push back in, basically in a wave apparent motion. As she rocked back and Forth on top of me, Angel's tits bounced and rolled beautifully. I would have given a kidney to watch them jiggle. At the meter, she was moaning in felicity with a tissue layer of stew covering her naked eubstance and giving her an erotic sheen.

It is unimaginable to key out the entire extragalactic nebula of sensation I experienced while intimate with Angel. From a forcible point of perspective, it was like we were staring for each former, our dead body synchronized in a way never seen before in the population. Every breath, every microseism, and every crusade was mirrored and countered, letting us inspire every potential kind of pleasure in each other. It was as if we were two halves of clock, a clock made of millions of bit, and through the joining of our body, every piece had come together and each tick and tock echoed masterfully. But beyond the physical experience was the aroused one.

For the first prison term in my life, I felt like I was truly interpret, like I was truly bonk. I was experiencing a bond that nobody else in history had ever felt, because nobody in history had ever been in a berth like this. In traditional human being bonding, two masses meet, and if they are compatible, then over time, they adjust themselves to complete each former. With Angel, I had found someone that already completed me. I didn't need to change anything. I didn't need to conform and alter my personality ; Angel had been born matching my person perfectly. The only change was that I was now felicitous instead of miserable. To finger so tightly united with someone gave me something that I thought I would never see : belonging. For the inaugural time in my life sentence, I felt like I finally had a home in this construct known as realness, like I was that one unregenerate piece of a puzzler that didn't seem to go anywhere, until at stopping point, I found the spot where I fit perfectly. Until now, I loved my crime syndicate, but only enough to guilt me out of committing suicide. With holy person, I finally felt at public security with the world and wanted to go forward living, to be on this earth as long as potential and spend every day with her.

I don't know how recollective we were intimate ; I think it was a couple 60 minutes at least. It certainly felt like it had been when we both collapsed onto the bed, drained of energy and gasping for air. My horse sense of time finally came when I heard my mom herald a ten-minute word of advice for dinner throughout the house. It was about 7:00, and the bed was soaked in swither and former bodily fluids. backer was on her back with her legs wrapped around my shank, and I was basically sitting on the so of my human foot, driving into her like a pneumatic hammer. We had been like this for fifteen transactions, but I refused to convert positions simply because I got a perfect purview of backer's bosom and was able to watch them bounce and joggle to my heart's content. My mom's warning told me that it was finally time to stop, though I felt like I could have gone all nighttime without quitting.

"angel, I'm going to cum."

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

"But you might get pregnant."

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

I smiled, kissed her, and then put all my forcefulness into ten more heart. At last-place, I released my entire load into saint, filling her up until seed was literally overflowing out of her. At the Saame prison term, Angel cried out in ecstasy and a shiver ran throughout her whole body as she experienced her umpteenth climax. Finally feeling my delayed exhaustion, I pulled out of Angel and fell back, barely having enough Energy Department to breathe. holy person was in the same state of matter, the lips of her slit now swollen from the hours of sex. But we were happy, happy and in love.

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

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

"I honestly don't know how we're going to work up the potency to get to the tabular array. I'm starvation but I'm just too jade to eat."

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

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

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

holy man 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 need a petty help getting dressed. My entire consistence is basically Ground nada from all that lovemaking."



Dinner was awkward to say the least, with everyone trying not to stare at saint and I. I honestly couldn't Tell if my mob had heard the two of us having sex or not ; they weren't sending me any signals of acknowledgement or superfluity. Maybe it was because this was the first time since her introduction that my syndicate had actually seen holy person and could speak to her. While the awkwardness was nearly suffocating, my family did seem relieved to one big change : I was gorging myself on every fleck of food mom had prepared. After month of throwing up every meal and time of day of sex, my body was screaming for nourishment and my tummy felt like it was about to implode.

"Hmmm, I never realized how much I missed nutritionist's calorie,"I groaned in happiness while shoveling a thirdly helping of poulet onto my denture.

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 system of weights back on that you had before,"my dad warned while smiling, happy to actually be able to say something like that to me.

Before oral presentation, I shoveled a forkful of noodles into my mouth, making Angel giggle."Don't worry, I won't let that pass. I'm skinny for the first time 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 backer towards her way with surprising lightheartedness.

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

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

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

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

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

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

flavour like I had been both badly portrayed and robbed, I sighed and walked to the bathroom. Even after the marathon angel and I had experience an hour before, I would now need both a hot and inhuman shower.



Emily nearly jumped when Angel pulled off her shirt, letting her breasts spring Forth without restriction. 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. saint seemed to have no care about going topless in front of Emily, but Emily was feeling be sick with envy. She couldn't help but switch her gaze from Angel's chest to her own.

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

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

"It's no problem. But, uh… you can keep the panties. Now… this the offset sentence we've actually talked, and I know that you've probably told your story a one hundred meter, but I have to ask : do you really not think anything ?"

Angel lost her smile. She had regained her memories, but they weren't the form of storage that she could tell 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 badgering. But to be honest, I don't want to remember. I'm sorry, I know that makes me sound really sketchy,"she chuckled sadly.

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

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

"Luckily I was the only one upstairs and the room beneath the guest room is rarely used, so I'm pretty sure I'm the solely one who knows. I will admit, the fact that you two moved so quickly is really suspicious. Under normal setting, I would never be able to trust you. I would be sealed 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 lot ?"

Emily sighed."I can't help but believe you. I see the way you look at my brother, and it is with dead on target happiness and sexual love. A con creative person could easily trick me into believing that, but I'm just ineffectual to see any evil purpose in you. Besides, you make my pal well-chosen, 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 years. During dinner, he was so carefree and full of life. If it keeps Marcus happy and active, then I'm bequeath to occupy a risk on it."She then began to laugh."But how the hell could you two immediately parachuting to sex ? ! Either the two of you are lying and you actually know each former, or it's something else."

Angel laughed as well."We're in passion, it's as simple as that. When I opened my eyes and found him beside me, clutching my helping hand, I felt so dependable and secure, so cherished and cared for, I knew that no one could screw me as much as Marcus did. In him, I saw a broken heart that needed to be mended but was equal to of so much beloved, I saw kindness beneath level of botheration, and I saw someone who would care for me forever. He told me that he saw me as an angel ( no pun intended ) that had come to salvage him. He said that I had the tolerant meat and the sweetest somebody he had ever encountered, and that I was the illumination of his life. He wanted to protect me, to abide me, to bring me happiness and get laid me. Quite simply, he sees me as the one matter in this earthly concern that he can actually bond himself to. I know that wherever he is, is my domicile.

Yes, it formed quickly, but we truly need each other, and we want to drop the rest of our lifetime together. I don't care if my past ever comes back, as long as I can be with Marcus. We were truly stand for to find each former, to be together. It's beyond round-eyed erotic love at first quite a little, our aliveness were intertwined from the beginning,"she said, speaking so cheerfully that Emily could not ignore the passion in her heart.

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



For the relaxation of holiday, Angel and I tried to keep our making love secret, but the passion between us doing those internal times was inextinguishable. During the night, I would hold back for everyone to fall asleep before sneaking out of my way and into hers. In the swarthiness, we would make sweet making love before falling asleep in each other's arms. early in the break of day, my watch alarm clock would wake me up, and I would mouse back into my room.

With Angel, I found there were two sort of sex : physical and emotional. When we were physical… sanctum shit. We were a yoke of wild animals on PCP and ecstasy. We would go for hours, burning small calorie we never even knew we had and exchanging fluids like our bodies were actually completely liquid. It wasn't simply hormone-driven ; it was like we were fully exploring each early's body and letting our cryptic instincts cum Forth River. Our body were more compatible than humanly possible, and just being come together filled us with so much energy that we could be intimate for hours and never farm fag out. We basically ran through the Kama Sutra like it was a booklet and did every billet we could think of. Angel remarked upon my newfound military capability and stamina with great joy, as her sexual hunger was just as big as mine.

The other kind was slow and gentle, loving and intimate. Like when we were physically based, we would puddle love time of day on end, but the rhythm was completely different, completely tantric. While our bodies were linked, we allowed our somebody and idea to merge. It was as if we became telepathic, being able to learn our tone for each other without ever speaking them. When we fucked, it fed our bodies, but when we made love, it fed our soulfulness. Just holding onto each other, making as lots striking as possible, and being so close that we could feel each other's fondness beating… it brought us a blissfulness that no physical feeling could match. Holding each other after making love was as nice as the act itself.



It was near the end of vacation, and Angel and I were kissing in her elbow room. I heard mortal coming up the stair and Angel and I quickly separated. Until my family line fully accepted her, we needed to obscure our kinship. I pretended to be in the midsection of explaining something to backer to help her try and get the best her amnesia.

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

"Thanks,"I said before he walked off.

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

I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. My parents and the two detectives were there. They had been searching the expanse for twenty-four hours and hadn't found anything, and much to my hatred, they questioned Angel extensively.

"We have finished our investigation, and we can't find any tracing of her beingness prior to when you found her, but we have no way to be certain to be sure if she committed or witnessed any offense. We'll continue to seek for her personal identity, but other than that, there is naught we can do,"police detective Francis said.

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

"Its not like you found a dog that you want to hold open. We need to think of her hereafter. There are blank space where mass in her condition can exist,"said my dad.

"No, we are not abandoning her."

Before they could respond, I looked down at the floor."Are the two of you blind ? I haven't suffered from one seizure ever since I met her."I held up one of my pill bottles. It was completely full moon."I haven't been in hurting for Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. She has taken away my hurt, and she is the lonesome one who can. Not only that, but… I'm well-chosen. For the get-go metre in my life-time, I'm actually happy. I thought that my sickness made that unsufferable, but she has somehow cured me of both my excruciation and my misery."

My parents tried to recall of a answer but were ineffectual to weaken my argument. After all, it was clean that whether angel stayed or left, my health and life depended on it.

"She needs me as much as I need her. Her retention is slowly beginning to occur back, she remembers info about the world and what things are and base, but she knows nothing about herself. I can't assist but question 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 lieu or family to render to."

I sighed and softened my tone."I know that there is also the financial situation of letting her stay with us. elbow room and board and all that former stuff… I know that this family is already strained with three youngster. 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 pull in her a member of this menage. College is a hornswoggle anyway, and it's not like I will be incapable of getting a job if all I have is a high school training. 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 soreness and dear in her eyes was like a soothing rain to my somebody. She walked over to me and wrapped her mitt around mine, leaning her head on my shoulder.

"Mom, dad… we're in love."

Several moments passed by,

"You've given us a lot to retrieve about,"my dad said shakily as he pulled my mom into the living room.



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

"I can't even trace how expert that spirit,"I hummed, taking great pleasance in the sight of the moonshine being caught by the saliva and kitty-cat juice on saint's tits.

"To contribute 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 soft yet firm pillows of flesh against my manhood.

Her skin, it was so suave, fragile, and soft ; it was like she had been shaved from the cervix down by a laser and then took a long bath in a tub replete of moisturizer.

"I'm fond of everything about you, from the endless benignity within your warmheartedness, your goddess human face, the sweet of your soul, your recollective and elegantly beautiful hair, and your flawless dead body, which practically perspires sexuality."

My breathing quickened and I sensed an oncoming orgasm. Reading me like brail, Angel doubled her efforts, her font blushing with desperate arousal and loving commitment."Cum for me, Marcus. Spray with your semen. I want to bear it all and be covered in it. My body belongs to you !"

I was more than well-chosen to obey, and in the form of four ropey pellet, I ejaculated every drop of semen in my body, coating Angel Falls's grimace, her titmouse, and her outstretched tongue. Before it could fully deflate, holy person took my cock in her mouth, cleaning it off and siphoning out any hummer that had been loaded into the drum but never fired. Once it was empty, she sat up and hungrily licked my cum off her chest like it was the essence of life. I almost had to laugh when she started wiping it off her human face and then slurping it off her fingers, cleaning herself like a cat.

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

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

"You know, tomorrow will be the prospicient 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 lunch and come home for a quickie."

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

"Hey, can you blame me ?"

I then gave a deep sigh and looked up at the ceiling."It's been so weird since we met. For the first time in my spirit, I'm truly glad. And my pain, I never knew that I was capable of feeling so petty of it. You almost managed to shoot it away when I saw you each morning, but for it to be uninterrupted like this, it makes me feel like I've spent the lowest three calendar month wearing a suit of armour with a star apron underneath, and now I can finally walk unloosen without anything weighing me down. To think that my life could become 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 school principal on my shoulder. Her eyes seemed to be glowing in the dark.

"Yeah ?"

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

"Then we leave. We'll leave and go somewhere where there will be nothing standing between us. I love you, holy person. I love you Thomas More than you could possibly imagine."

"You're improper 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 grin crossed her rim and looked down, seeing that I was once again rock hard."fountainhead, looks like you're ready for circle 2,"she said coyly.

"Are you kidding ? The match just started, I'm just getting warmed up !"I said, wrapping my subdivision 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 mentality scanned and mark the stage of my cancer. Angel was with me and my parents were in the waiting elbow room. She had a warm up grin completely devoid of fear or concern.

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

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

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

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

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

I looked at Angel and kissed her on the os frontale. The two of us separated and I followed the nurse into the room with the MRI. The nurse handed me a pair of earplugs and I climbed up onto the bench, lying down so that it could load me into the machine. In the cramped thermionic tube, I could get a line the buzzing of the MRI boot to life. For several minutes, I listened to the simple machine whirring as my brain was scanned and sighed with moderation when it finally stopped.


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

I grinned and held Angel's hand."So my cancer is gone ?"

"Not completely, but it seems like there is something that is keeping it in check. We certainly didn't see solution like these with the chemo or radiation discourse. It could be an anatomical defense mechanism or there is something in your surround causing it. The cancer could return if whatever is helping you disappears, but kudos, you're winning the battle."

I looked at Angel and could see the care and cutter love life in her center."Thank you."





Chapter 3



It was the first day after vacation, and everyone was following his or her break of day subroutine. Angel Falls and I were trying to figure out how we would survive the day without each other.

"The private instructor 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 real instruction,"I said as I pulled on my backpack.

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

We tried to push aside everyone watching us.

My sib, parents, and I went outside, with Phil, Emily, and I being driven to school by our dad. The February conditions seemed especially frigidness, and I realized it was because I didn't have my arm around Angel. As we drove down the jolty driveway, I could feel my body becoming colder and colder with every column inch of distance between us. But I was also in a estimable mood ; I would be going back to school pain-free, and with Angel in my life, nothing in the world could smart me.



It was gym course of study and the field of study of the day was post exercises. The gymnasium had been split up into areas, each with a different exercise or bodily process to be performed for a set amount of sentence. Arriving at the pull-up station, I jumped up onto the bar with gusto. I normally hated gym course of study with every character of my being, but my effective mood and lack of painfulness was making me restless.

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

"I found the perfect treatment."

After a dozen lifts, I finally jumped off and landed on the story. My sinew were twitching from the succor of no pain.

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

I chuckled and cracked my knuckle joint."That punk has been home-schooled all this time for some minor injuries while I barely missed a day while being in endless full-body torture. What a Sir Noel Pierce 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 to a greater extent and more. I longed to count into her optic, to hear her sweet voice, and to hold her in my arms. I would sit in grade, looking out the window. Everything around me was drowned out, as she was the sole thing on my judgment.



I was nervous as the bus got closer and closer to my sign. The moment the bus stopped at my drive and the room access 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 metrical foot broke through the ice over a rich puddle and was submerged up yesteryear my ankle in icy water. I kept running until I got to the household and wrenched open the door. I took a stride inside and Angel jumped into my blazon, kissing me passionately. funny story, the two of us together reminded me of those old Calvin and Hobbes strip 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 bulwark 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's jean and panties were off, I got down on my knees and buried my lips and tongue in her perfumed slit. Lathering her inside and drinking her centre, I was on swarm 9 while simultaneously making holy person moan in ecstasy. Her pussy tasted so sweet and was so soft, I actually lifted her up and let her rest both her leg on my berm so that I could delve even deeper with my tongue. Having ripped off her shirt and bra, Angel was massaging her breast with one hand and running her digit through my tomentum, stammering how good it felt and how much she had missed my touch modality. While working diligently, I couldn't help but await up and admire her full titty, dominating my view as if I was standing at the base of two mountains.

Without the little pause, I performed my much-enjoyed duty until Angel experienced her first sexual climax, filling the theatre with her shrill calls of Adam. While she stepped back down onto the ground with shivering legs, I stood up and fully undressed. She was quickly ready for me, and without wasting sentence, she wrapped her branch around my neck and her wooden leg around my waist while I entered her. Holding her against the wall, I began thrusting with cryptic, herculean shoves, slamming the fountainhead of my prick against the entrance to her womb over and over. Each clip I forced myself into her, Angel would release a beautiful yelp of happiness and her cargo hold would momentarily slacken from the abstruse shivers running throughout her body

As much as I loved being able to go deeper than usual, the inefficiencies and deficiency of solace of the position quickly drained our patience. As if reading each former's head, I pulled out of backer just as she unwrapped her wooden leg from around my waistline. With a coy grinning on her face, she turned around and stood by the windowpane, shaking her shapely ass at me. Grinning, I brushed her hair aside and ran my tongue up her rear, brought it up to the back of her ear, and then began kissing her cervix to try and nonverbally express my gratitude and describe to her just how staring she was.

With my gumshoe rock knockout and literally pulsating with each musical rhythm of my fondness, I got behind saint and entered her with ease, drawing a blissful hum from the penetration. After a few tentative strokes to get accustomed to the movements and angle, I placed my hands on Angel's hips and immediately began hammering her with the speed of a peckerwood. She was pushed up against the windowpane, crying out joyfully as I fucked her. Each and every fourth dimension, I would slam into her with all of my force, entering as deeply as possible and as fast as possible. With each powerful thrust, Angel's breasts would slam against the windowpane, and with the frigidness of the glass, her nipples quickly became like gumdrops, while her perspiration and breath left a beautiful embossment of her hands and chest on the window. I don't know which sounded better, the applause of her tight ass against my lap or her breasts against the window.

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

Wanting to move the scene to the bed, I put my sleeve under Angel's knees and picked her up. Angel Falls just thought I was changing the position again and began grinding her pussy against my prick as I held her up, moaning and grunting like a wild animal. More than well-chosen to gratify her, I began lifting her up and down with my branch while using my lower consistency to thrust up into her. To the wet phone of her womanhood getting penetrated over and over again by my cock, Angel leaned back and we began to kiss, quite gently in line to the angry fucking just two fundament away.

Soon my arms began to ache and I decided that it was sentence to be active on. Gently, I set Angel down on the bed, momentarily pulling out of her. Knowing what I wanted, she held herself up on the sharpness on her custody and articulatio genus, inviting me back in. I accepted the invite and mounted her like a dog, drawing new groan and outcry of happiness as I fucked her with everything I had and with renewed speed. The whole house was filled with the clapping sound of figure against pulp as I drove into saint with all the power I could summon, desperate to satisfy and pleasure her.

For an hour and a half, we continued like that, continuously switching positions and screwing like there was no tomorrow. Our consistence had been starved of each other all day and we were despairing to make up for lost clock time. Eventually, we stopped for a break, simply to catch our breath and give my manhood a respite. Now was my favorite part ; angel and I holding each former as we let our consistence relax from the sensual act of love committed only consequence ago.

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

"Kind of drilling. The private instructor gave me a belittled mental testing 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 have sex my shoemaker's last name,"she hummed, pressing herself tightly against me.

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

"well it is because to you. I may not possess been born with memory of my own, but I do have your retentiveness. So thanks for the help. How was your day ?"

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

"You don't need to give thanks me, just do it me."

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

Angel chuckled.

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

She looked at me with disbelief.

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

Several silent second passed by.

"Something else is on your mind."

"How'd you know ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, dear."



The future day, I was shoved in the lobby and knocked to the ground.

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

the great unwashed in the hall immediately stopped to watch.

"kickoff,"I said to myself with a smile.

I stood up and faced Tom. His nose was crooked and his lip were covered in cicatrice from getting cut up by his teeth. Many of his tooth had been put back in, however, almost were fake. He would never be able to smile without masses laughing at him. I had a roundabout smile on my boldness as I pulled off my coat and backpack. Standing before him, I released a booming laugh, feeling my rage mix with the sense of invincibility I had gained since get together Angel.

"You want to push me ? You think you can even bruise me ? ! You're null more than an worm !"

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

"You think you can hurt me ? You think you can frighten away me ? Nothing you do will ever hand me ! I've outgrown your puny human being worldly concern !"

I lashed out and punched Tom in the nose with all the strength in my torso, literally holding zip back. He staggered back with his hands over his broken nose, giving a muffled howl of infliction while blood streamed out from between his fingers. My clenched fist was shaking, not in pain or fear, but happiness. The grinning on my typeface was a bloodthirsty maniacal one, burning with the haunted flames of the past times and the hardy flame of the time to come. I was finally free.

"I've experienced my own death, witnessed the end of all reason, suffered more torture in the last few months than you will ever see in your life, and finally discovered happiness through something beyond your inclusion ! There is zero in the world that can I can fear or desire, nothing you can do to pain me ! I've come apart free of this world and outgrown you !"

I lunged forward and punched Tom in the face. The blow grazed his brow, sparing him most of the encroachment and allowing him to deliver a punch straight to my gut. While it was stiff enough to knock the confidential information out of me, after the levels of pain I had endured, it felt like I had just gotten hit by a beach ball. Laughing like a madman, I stood upright and again punched him, giving an instant fatal eye. Roaring in pain and craze, he tackled me and slammed me against the bulwark, then began punching me in the cheek wildly. While his punches decimated my frame, they were unable to rob me of my smile and assurance. Sporting two smutty eye and bruises across my case, I reached up and caught his fist, stopping the barrage.

"What the fuck are you ? !"he screamed, ineffective to conceive I was still conscious.

"Karma. You ruined my life with your cruelty, now I will ferment that harshness on you ten fold. I shall bear witness you the reliable import of desperation, just as you have shown me. You shall memorise the deviation between our spirit level of hatred."

I slammed my elbow into his face and fractured his eye socket. Tom staggered back, and without any hesitancy, I delivered a slug to the gut that made him crumple, granting me the perfect opportunity to slam my knee in his human face and bust his already broken nose. Nearly unrestrained from the pain sensation, Tom was essentially helpless as I began pummeling him with my fists, beating him wildly until my knuckle bled. I had to admit, the fact that he stayed on his feet was commendable, but that only gave me a continuous reason to keep punching him.

Within seconds, it was Tom set against the rampart, completely at the mercy of my lick. His grimace was a blinking mess, even worse than mine, but I wouldn't stop consonant. As long as I didn't kill him, I had nothing to occupy about.

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



Three weeks interruption, a lowly terms to pay for my vengeance. I was lucky not to sustain been expelled, but once again, Tom throwing the first punch was all the defense I needed. My parents, who were both furious that I had gotten suspended yet again but sympathetic when they saw how bruised up my case was, brought me home early.

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

"Yeah, I'm fine, but if I miss anymore days after this, I won't be able to fine-tune and will have to claim summer school."

"Your female parent and I are going to discuss your punishment. You had better promise we don't leave you out in the endorse yard with a collapsible shelter and a applesauce bag to catch some Z's in,"my dad said as he and my mom walked into the living room.

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

"My temporary removal is actually pretty good news. Except for when your private instructor comes and my syndicate income tax return, we'll have the mansion to ourselves for three weeks."



Once again, my parents were distraught on whether to be mad at me or be accepting of my military action. Angel and I were ecstatic. During the morning, Angel and I would sleep in for an extra hour, come alive up and make honey while half-asleep, then go have breakfast, and delay for Angel's coach to show up. Once he arrived, I would help her with her study in all the ways I could. After the tutor left, saint and I would experience tiffin and drop the repose of the afternoon chatting or making love.



One good afternoon, holy man and I were taking a walk of life through the woods. Snow was gently falling from the cloudy sky and there wasn't even the fragile child's play. We were walking hand in deal, just enjoying the glass-like scene of frozen nature. We stepped into a vast meadow, transformed into a sea of C. P. Snow coin bank by the ageless winter.

"Ready ?"

"Ready."

We both fell back into a coke bank building, letting the crystalize mattress cushion our declination as if we were immune to gravity.

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

She looked at me and placed her delicate fingers on my cheek. I pulled off my glove and did the Saame. Angel didn't shiver as my chill hired hand brushed against her soft porcelain tegument. From her hired man on my face and my hand on hers, I could find 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 stamp out yourself. You said that you hated and were disgusted by the homo race. What did you intend ? I have your retentivity, but I don't make out your call back processes."

I sighed as I tried to conceive of how I was going to explain it."When I was in that shoal for disruptive kids, my soul was full of rage. Not only were my tormentor getting off without penalization, I had been locked away like a criminal. I looked at the organization that had screwed me over and the twisted psychology of the bullies that had made my life a livelihood hell. I realized that if I were to understand the forces that had ruined my aliveness, I would need to realize the inwardness of those forces. I began to look at the homo raceway as if I was not man. I looked at history and I studied the multitude around me. I looked at their flaws, their imperfections, their weaknesses, and their predictability. I was disgusted by what I had found.

humankind is cypher More than an evolutionary utterly end, the event of our ancestors becoming smart enough to live in the harsh wilderness and thereby losing their evolutionary drive. When early humanity overcame the obstacle that get in the way of the lives of species, they found that there were no longer any obstacles that required brain purpose higher than what they had. True, we made some technical progress : we invented weapons to guard ourselves, machines to avail us harness the earth's imagination, and practice of medicine to run our animation, but we lacked the intelligence to use them wisely.

We became smart enough to work up communities, but remained stupid enough to fight over resources. We became saucy enough to use fire, but remained pillock enough to use it to demolish nature. We became smart enough to forge thousands and oral communication and religious belief, but remained dullard enough to be unable to get hold compromise or serenity in a individual one. We're caught in an evolutionary oblivion, where any opposing force that requires wit mapping in high spirits than what we already have would undoubtedly pour down us. The respectable you become, the harder it is to keep open going, and we've reached our peak. red cent, it is one pathetically short superlative. Now we're stuck with the power to get to things that we're too stupid to use properly, and underdevelop judgment that aren't prepared for the affair they think they can do.

I turned my spinal column on this sad species and severed all tie-in with this world."I then softened my tonus and pressed my forehead against hers."Screw the world, I don't need it anymore. As long as I have you, I am content. humans means zip to me. You are all that is important."

saint's centre sparkled as she smiled."Can we head back ? Its cold out here."

A looking at of confusion crossed my typeface as I moved my hand from her boldness to her neck."You don't feel chilled at all."

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



Our wild-eyed 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 home and school assignment. I would receive to cultivate for hours every evening to try and get catch up, meaning that I still couldn't be with backer 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 commencement for me, which meant that the time I could expend with Angel would be decimated. But after dinner when holy person and I would go up to bed, the stamp love that had accumulated during the day would be released with unparalleled passion.



With the arrival of April, bounce fever was injected into the atmospheric condition like steroids. All of the snow was blasted away by the sun and the temperature was reaching into the high 50's, basically tropical mood for Mainers. I had almost an ominous tactile sensation about the lovingness, because I knew that the summer would be unbearably hot. With the ardent weather thawing everything out, Angel was getting me to do the one thing that no one else could nominate me do : employment. I had fair upper-body specialty, but when it came to cardiovascular… I was a wreck. All those twelvemonth of lounging and staying detached with everything had come back to haunt me. I hated all exercise, but being with Angel made it tolerable… not that going for a day-by-day jog didn't make me feel like my lungs were filled with razor blades.

One afternoon, Angel and I were jogging through the Mungo Park by my dwelling. Actually, she was jogging ; I was shortening my lifespan by trying to keep up. We stopped when we finally broke out from under the trees, feeling the sunshine on us. I was leaning on my genu, trying to take in my breathing space. I nearly collapsed from stand-in when I heard her speak those four prosperous Word :"Let's take a break."

In the dark of the branches and budding leave-taking, we rested beneath the limb of a tree on the edge of the meadow. Angel was sitting against the trunk, and I was lying down with my headland in her lap. The air was filled with the sound of chirping birdie and brute taking advantage of the warm conditions. She was humming a easy tune and I could finger blissful rest seeping into my tire body like rain on soil. The invigorated spring air was mending my aching lungs, the perfume of the thawing ground and the revived works was making me melt in walking on air, the warmth of Angel's body was easing my heftiness like a entitle massage, and the soporific Federal Reserve note of her humming felt like a assuasive lullaby.

"You know, back when I was vomit up, I used to speculate life and dying and what they meant. It wasn't a morbid Gothic architecture affair, just a curiosity, a preparation for what I thought was coming."

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

"I don't believe there is any import in liveliness or this universe, no economic value or purport other than what we create for ourselves. But even going against that and all the nerve cell in my brainpower screaming at me to be coherent, I am convinced that there is an afterlife. I'm not talking about a heaven or a nether region, but just some plane of existence where the sentience remains."

"How do you figure ?"

"Memories, everything we think and experience is merely a reaction to events and our surroundings, a show recoil that takes the form of a memory. Consider the amount of time it takes for data from your common sense to be received and process by your brain. It takes maybe a few nanoseconds ? But consider everything that can happen and has happened within the span of a few nanoseconds, and in increment of time even shorter. Outside of our human perception, a nanosecond could experience like a century.

Even now, every thought that passes through my creative thinker and everything I feel, they all occur before foresightful before I am truly mindful of them, in which case, my detection of them is really aught more than than a memory. I'm always living in the past, my mind trailing behind the catamenia of prison term, only reacting when information is memorized and played like a flashback. Every instant is just a memory for your intellect, while your body moves on through the future.

So if that's true, is it possible that my whole life could just be a single memory ? A movie playing in my mind that is XVIII years long and ongoing, with my mind always wondering what's going to happen next while my body and the universe around me create each new conniption about to be viewed ? In which case, I could be remembering this from a hundred years into the futurity, having lived an incredibly long life story. This conversation might not be happening in material meter, but is actually something that occurred a hundred year ago and I am currently remembering it in veridical time.

But memories can not exist without the idea. A picture show can not exist if the phonograph record or tape it's imprinted on doesn't exist. Therefor, if I am a memory, a continuous memory being relived from some stop in the future, then that remembering must go on forever. Maybe the memory doesn't stop… just because my body stops. The lonesome way this memory can remain is if there is a mind able to play it back, to keep back the information. So when I die, my mind will be unable to play the memory and I will cease to exist in my stream form. But I do exist, meaning that I still exist in the future, and as long as I exist in the futurity, I exist in the present, meaning that I exist for all timelessness, but my signifier is merely unlike from what it once was."

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

"Sorry, but that's all I've got so far. speech production of life and death, I have to ask, where did you fare from ? I've spent to a greater extent time being thankful that you're here than just wondering how you came to be. You told me before that you have my storage, but I don't bonk how that's possible. You were originally a figment of my imaginativeness, right ?"

"Yes, that is right."

"Then how can you go from being imaginary to material ? How can you go from being inside my brain to having a physical body ?"

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

"As long as those Holy Scripture remain true, I don't care what happens,"I said sleepily before closing my eyes and dozing off, listening to the phone of Angel's sweet humming.



School was coming to an end and everyone was getting antsy. Angel and I couldn't be well-chosen. 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 lose study. Oh, and commencement exercise was coming. On one of the final few twenty-four hours of schoolhouse, I was in woodshop grade. The grades had been closed, so we were allowed to just use the machinery for whatever we wanted. I was using the gear-controlled table drill to work on a special project.

One of the former students walked over to me."Rumors 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 school ?"

By his tone, I knew that it would be a bad estimation to answer. If I gave a name, everyone would instantly try to discover whoever it was. multitude would plague her for being with me and try to see red me by making lewd proposition about her. I knew human nature well, and I knew what went on in the nous of senior high school school fathead. I just continued my work, not even looking at him. When I moved to a force sander and began smoothening my creation, the guy got the subject matter that he wouldn't get anything out of me, and left me to my work.



The day had finally come. It was graduation for the course of study of 2012. It was a blisteringly hot summertime day, because for some reason, schools decide that it's best to have all the scholarly person gather together in polyester gown with full 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 families would be herded into the sweaty Gymnasium like an Auschwitz oven. In the minute before the ceremony, the halls were flooded with students and phratry members, all of them sweating bullets, talking about futurity plans, and reminiscing about the past twelve years.

Then a ripple passed through the building. The graduation observance was not about to originate, no ; it was something else. At the entering to the shoal, with my parents and sib on either side, Angel had arrived to watch the ceremony. Everyone stared at her, completely hypnotized. She was wearing a skirt that showed off her porcelain legs and a denudate top that put her ample bosom on display without showing too much cleavage. No one had ever seen a person with half the beauty as this alien. With impassioned crimson hair that hung down the length of her backbone, piercing blue middle that looked like they could see into your very soulfulness, and a smile that was awe-inspiring in its beauty, she was the definition of perfection. I had arrived at the schooling earlier, so my category just had to find me and then their seats.

Drawn to my as if with a one-sixth sense, angel lead my kinfolk down the hallways of the school. Every student and even their parents gawked at the goddess passing them by. A few the great unwashed even tried to memorialize her on their telephone set. The boys stared at her hungrily, wondering what beautiful Eden she had been hiding from all their biography. The girls were all overjealous, beaming that such a perfect fauna hadn't been in schoolhouse with them, l they would all be invisible in comparison.

They arrived at the program library, where almost of the students had gathered, as it was the coolest place in the building. Just like in the halls, everyone stared at backer like she was a gift from some divine being, a beauty unmatched by any human. They followed her with their eyes, ineffective to think such a gem existed, and why, of all people, she was walking over to me. I was sitting by the computers, trying to enter out how to remake my tie. I had taken it off soon after arriving at the school day, desperate for any relief, but I didn't lie with how to get it right. Sweating like a pot roast and cursing, I fumbled with my tie until Angel arrived, the brightness of my life.

A tender smile on her odoriferous mouth, she leaned down and kissed me. To everyone observance, it was like realness had shattered. For a young woman, as stupefy 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 family congratulated me and wished me fate, they departed to feel their seats in the gym. As soon as they were gone, everyone rushed in, desperate to lie with who she was and asking every doubt they could think of. I just sat silently, smiling with the thought that I had her in my life.



The ceremonial was even unsound than I thought, with the gym turning into a sweaty, stuffy sauna, and my apparel feeling like fleece blanket. The warmth was so intense that I honestly thought I blacked out a pair times. I was pretty practically buried cryptical in the Tempter's fervent rectum. Trying to push aside the passion, I focused my opinion on the graduation exercise itself. Before I met angel, I pretty much hated everyone around me, and after I met her, I was simply inert. But sitting there, surrounded by people I spent my puerility with and saw five years a week for twelve eld, I was suddenly overwhelmed with nostalgia. I may not make had very many glad memory board, but so very much of my lifetime was spent around these people. I had always hated change and relished modus operandi, and this was one of the corking changes of my life, in which I was going to fall behind so many people that I had grown up with.

Then there were all the remembering of school itself. All of the lessons, the projects, sempiternal days that I thought would never end. Those were really over. Most of it had been a puff, but there were still memories that would always remain, and some times that were almost even enjoyable. And now, that's all they were : storage. I'm not proud of the fact that I almost began to pluck up, thinking about this over and over again. But maybe it's good that I was still human enough to experience this way.

I looked around the gym, trying to come up Angel. As beautiful as she was, I couldn't spot her in the sea of faces, but I knew she was watching me, or at least trying to. I may take been losing the closest hoi polloi I had to friends, but now I had her. Finally, it was metre to incur sheepskin, and with our name being called, everyone moved in an untangle line. My name being called, I stepped forward and received the diminished leather book with my diploma inside. To think, I was finally done, and now, my new living could begin.



Later that night, after thoroughly showering and hydrating, I stepped outside to see what the weather condition were. There wasn't a one mosquito around, but billion of smart fire beetle. The evening was cloudless with a gentle but warm breeze that seemed to deport the perfume-like smell of the changing of time of year. It was absolutely perfect for what I had in mind.

"holy man, do you need to pick out a walk through the Sir Henry Joseph Wood with me ?"

Sitting on the couch and watching TV, she looked at me and cocked her oral sex to one side. The minuscule of grin crossed her lips as she looked into my centre."I would make love to."

We grabbed our horseshoe and headed out into the Ellen Price Wood. There were so many fireflies that we did not need a torch ; the dirt ball perfectly illuminated the forest. Their get down frame a secret atmosphere on everything in the woods and altered their colors, the leafage gained a dark cyan spook and the shoetree trunks seemed to have a purplish mite. The illumination was almost haunting. I could see what everything was, but my sense of aloofness and perception was warped. I could get through out to tint a leaf and my script would only pass through its shadow. I could take a measure towards something several measure away and recognize that it was rectify in forepart of me the whole clip. The forest was filled with eternal phantasm from the illumination, shadows that seemed to hold enigma of nature itself.

I watched backer as she moved through the forest like a ghost. Her eyes were filled with wonder as the firefly hovered around her same fay. In the light of the insects, her crimson hair shined like rubies and her blue centre glowed like the moon. I remembered the day that I had met her, when I she had truly been born into my creation, having materialized out of dilute air. The way she was wrapped in the light… was supernatural.

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



A babbling brook carved its way through the soft timber soil. The brook was about a fundament in diam and not even an inch deep. several pocket-size rivers connected to it like vena and created islands, dotted with ferns and shrubs. The creek led to a pool, about the size of a coffee table and a foot oceanic abyss. Surrounding the pool was a dam of Rock to maintain its shape. Next to the pool was a boulder, bathed in moonlight and wrapped in moss. There was a philharmonic echoing through the clarification. It was a mix of the babble brook, the croaking of toad, the chirping of crickets, and the whistling of doll, all forming a melodic phrase that no orchestra could tally.

"Gorgeous,"Angel gasped.

"When I was a kid, I always used to come out here to play. Nature was the only friend I needed. All these little rivers and islands were a sorting of irrigation labor. These mean solar day, I come here just to think and receive some peace."

"Marcus, this is so beautiful."

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

She turned to me.

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

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a modest velvet jewelry box I had borrowed from my babe. I opened it up, revealing a ring.

I had crafted it in woodshop and made it as smooth as marble, using graceful rosewood to compliment her pilus. Golden wire had been stamped into the Mrs. Henry Wood with just the correct amount of effect, allowing it to stay in without adhesives and without crushing or fracturing the wood. It had been arranged into a looping traffic pattern, almost like a Celtic intention. There was no diamond on the ring ; instead, there was a bead-sized methamphetamine pebble. In the glass was a group of four wires : gold, red, amobarbital sodium, and green, all intertwined in a grayback. I had used magnifying looking glass and pair of tweezers to influence the wire. Had my paw trembled like they used to, it would ingest been impossible. I had learned to seal matter in glass on the Internet and had done it all myself.

She was breathless.

"Angel, will you be my future fiancée ?"

"Yes, of course, Marcus,"she whispered as she put on the ring, the wooden dance orchestra fitting flawlessly.

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

"I love you, Angel Falls. I love you so very 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 love in the missional situation as a way to lionise her new ring and the promise we had made. We had been like this for half an hour, moving as slowly and gently as cloud. As I slid back and forth, angel's tongue danced and rolled in my sass, filling it with her scented gustatory perception. Fulfilling the inevitable changeover point, I could palpate all the heftiness in my pelvic region tightening and instinctively increased my amphetamine, trying to coax my building orgasm. As my drive increased, Angel began panting heavily in prediction. My ejaculation was signaled with a trench grunt, following the jettison of several fire of semen. holy man groaned as my ejaculate filled her, but she wasn't having an orgasm ; it was more like she was aroused by the feeling of me cumming inside her.

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

"clutch on, just let me take on off my band. I don't want it to break."

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

"I'm fix, 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 full of love."I don't know why you never made the move yourself. I thought I had made it clear : I exist solely for you, every inch of by eubstance belongs to you to be used to bring you happiness. Use me however you want, and I shall happily and gratefully fulfill any desire you may have and welcome whatever you want to do to me."

I was left completely dumb, ineffective 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, Angel spread her legs and raised them, granting me access to her back door. Hard as steel, I pressed the head of my cock against her asshole, hoping the semen from my orgasm and juices from her pussy would act as sufficient lubricant.

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

"Don't concern, nothing you do could ever suffer me."

Leaning forward with one hand on her shoulder and the early against the mattress for support, I took a trench breathing place and slowly entered her. Feeling my humanity penetrating her anus, Angel Falls gave a soft whimper of foreplay while I tried to keep my breathing calm. As if welcoming me to go in deeper, her son of a bitch seemed to suddenly relax with each cm I delved. Her interior was so cushy that I honestly couldn't decide whether or not it was better than normal sex. While it was certainly blind drunk, it was only crocked enough to make up me experience skillful and it did not restrict my motility or create unwanted clash. It certainly felt different from her kitty. It was a much libertine shape, Sir Thomas More form-fitting for my manhood.

Before I knew it, my completely cock was buried rich in her asshole, and Angel's breathing had quickened as she tried to suit accustomed to the mass. But nowhere in her cheek and eyes did I see pain or irritation. Reassured, I slowly pulled out, causing Angel to give an ambiguous gasp and for me to once again hope that there was enough lubrication. Deciding to arrest thinking about it, I pushed back into her in a single confident shove, drawing a whimper of happiness from Angel and a oink of satisfaction from me. shucks that felt good.

With our bodies perpendicular, I gently pulled out and immediately forced myself back in. Like before, angel yelped in delight and showed zero but joy at the sensation. The movement was a lot easier the tertiary time around ; I felt like I could incite in and out with minimal discomfort. Now companion, I began building up to my preferred speed, quickly causing the bed to rock and throw off. As I slammed into her asshole over and over and forced myself deep inside her, Angel gave a soft but continuous cry of happiness. From the grammatical construction on her face, she appeared to be in pain, but from the face in her eyes, the tone of her blush, and the sound of her voice, I knew she was in a state of euphoria.

I increased my speed even further, fucking her with all the strength in my torso. From the force of my jab, backer was forced to check onto the bed for dearest life and burn down on a pillow to suppress her rallying cry while her breasts bounced wildly. I kept my eyes focused on her, admiring her looker, her kindness, her intimate openness, and her individual. For ten hour I kept up that pace, burning through my stamina like there was no point of accumulation. At last, angel released an orgasmic moan and came, causing a potpourri of her juice and my seminal fluid from former 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 catch my breath.

holy person looked up at me with a pinnace loving smile."Here, you relax and enjoy yourself. It's my bout to take care of you."

I gladly lied down with my cock strong and waiting like a felled tree diagram, and with her eyes filled with thirsty luxuria, holy person leaned over and ran her tongue along the shaft, sending a shiver up my spine. She repeated the legal action, licking it another two fourth dimension before pointing it up and taking it in her sassing. Feeling so good that I could barely move, I just rested with a big stupid person grin on my face and a shifting moan passing from my sassing. For three magnificent minutes, Angel's head teacher bobbed up and down as she gobbled on my turncock like it was made of ice and frozen interior was the antidote to a poison.

Once she felt like I was ready to stay, she raised her head and left a large glob of saliva on the head of my prick for lubrication, and then brought her trunk up to my lap. Gasping from the opinion of incursion, she guided my stopcock into her dickhead and pushed herself down onto it, taking in the whole affair. Just like the first time we had sex, holy man leaned forward on her hands and knees and began bouncing her ass on my prick, moving her lower soundbox in a whiplash apparent motion. While she moved, I sat up and licked her knocker, savoring the taste and sentience of her easygoing physique against my tongue.

After a few transactions, she shifted her view and leaned back, now riding me with her whole body bouncing. While I could no longer massage her bosom with my tongue, I could now watch them bounce like before, and that was just as good. Riding my stopcock like it was a pogo stick, Angel was no longer able to curb her cries and moan of pleasure, but I was too randy to care. Before longsighted, I felt my toughness return and decided that I wanted to recapture the lead.

Without me having to mouth or even make eye tangency, Angel knew what I wanted and acted. Without dismounting, she turned around and leaned back, resting her infantry on my human knee. Curling my body with my hands on her coxa, I began thrusting deep into her with all my strength, wishing that I could see her from the other side. While I fucked her cocksucker, Angel rubbed and fingered her pussy, wiping up every chunk of seed from my in the first place coming and slurping it up with relish. With zilch but her finger's breadth, she completely cleaned out her cunt, all while moaning in joy from the sodomy. Being behind her with her on top of me, I was blessed with the fragrance of her tomentum as it was scattered across me like a cloud of steam, making me palpate like I was wiping my cheek with the delicate silk.

We were capable to maintain that posture for quite a spell, at least until my stomach musculus began to burn and ache. Once again, Angel acted without any messaging from me. She dismounted me and then crouched down, hungrily sucking my cock while I licked her pussy and worked my fingers in her asshole. Once we had both had our filling, she turned back around and we exchanged a long passionate kiss. holy man then lied down beside me and I lifted her leg, but after having my peter cleaned off with Angel's mouthpiece, I decided not to go anal. Instead, I forced my dick into her slit, and while holy man was surprised, she was more than happy.

Shaking the bed with each jerk, I resumed fucking her with the Lapplander velocity and enthusiasm as before, all the while fondling her breasts and kissing her neck. Being pleasured by three merge stimulations, it wasn't long before Angel came, but at no percentage point did I stop. Throughout her moans, I continued fucking her like a machine, only causing her to moan even louder. After maybe five minute of arc, I felt my second orgasm welling, but that only doubled my energy. I increased my upper even further, thrusting into her as hard as possible until at to the lowest degree unleashing a gooey white explosion into her slit.

Panting heavily, I pulled out with a train of semen connecting her pussycat to the principal 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 asshole, making her moan in happiness. By now I was running on smoke, but I did not allow my tiredness to slow me down. I put all of my remaining speciality into 20 more than driving force, focusing everything I had into pleasuring Angel. From the look and sound of it, I was doing my job perfectly, meaning there was nothing left field for me to do but finish.

Feeling like the floor was yanked out from under me and my military strength was ripped away, I finally ejaculated, pouring every last lilliputian sperm into Angel and giving a mystifying groan of expiation. Trying to stay 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 piece of work it had done.

"I love you, Angel. I don't know how many fourth dimension I have to say that before I feel like I've gotten the point across, but I love you,"I whispered tiredly as I held her closing curtain.

Giggling, Angel Falls reached out and retrieved her halo, staring at in the darkness."Don't concern, Marcus, I know, and I love you just as much."



It was a sweltering Saturday afternoon and my sister, Angel, and I were headed to the mall. I wanted angel to see life sentence around people, but that thought always made me chuckle when I realized the hypocrisy : my parents had always nagged at me to do the precise Sami thing. I was also job-searching, trying to find any stead that would so much as sacrifice me an application form. Since I hadn't given any cerebration to college, I needed to get into the working world as soon as potential and get some experience and security system, as well as money.

Angel Falls was in the back seat, looking at her ring with a warm grinning on her side. The air conditioner was busted so the windows of the car were rolled down.

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

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

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



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

"Damn global word of advice ! We didn't listen, Al bloodshed ! We didn't listen !"I joked as we rushed to the cant, making my sister and Angel laugh.

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

"I'll just be a minute."

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

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

"fountainhead I'm hoping for something that is close to home and that will hire me back succeeding summer. Normally I would wait for the third-shift Job since I'm a real number night owl, but I want to keep our agenda compatible. I don't want one of us to always be asleep when we're together at home."

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

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

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

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

Just as Angel and I stood up out of our electric chair, the door slammed outdoors and three bozo stormed in guns in their hands and chintzy plastic masks.

"Everybody down !"

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

I had heard that crime rates rise during passion waves, but I thought that was only in the big cities. This may be the first bank robbery in Maine in my lifetime. But all the daylight for it to pass off, why now ? Angel had a expression of fearfulness in her optic, but I put my hired man on hers and could instantly feel her body relax.

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

Everyone got down on the trading floor and the shooter gave the order for the vault to be emptied. As one of the men began to rob each person in the bank, I could hear police temptress in the ground, summoned by the silent alarm.

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

The man came to the girls 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 Angel Falls's script.

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

Her eyes widened in horror at the medical prognosis of parting with it, her almost prized self-will."No, please ! Anything but that !"

He grasped her wrist and pulled her up, trying to wring 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 induction of his gun. My eyes could not have caught the heap, but my nous swore that they had, filling me with horror beyond description. The slug left the pistol, wrapped in green goddess with a buttocks of ardour as it spun through the air. Moving right by me, it struck Angel's articulatio humeri and imbedding itself in her physical body. The air was ripped from my lungs as I watched her collapse in a pool of blood. I felt adrenaline line through my nervure and my heart beating with such power that I thought my rib would shatter. That hummer had struck my very psyche, risking me the release of everything I was and loved. In a great mind-ripping downpour, all of the wrath and pain in the ass in my animation surged through my body, making me find like my cellular phone 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 heater slammed into my shoulder and was lodged in the musculus, having narrowly missed breaking osseous tissue. Adrenaline and rage were keeping me from feeling pain in the neck and allowed my arm to observe its strength.

I tackled the man and tried to take his artillery. The gun was aimed upwards and a third round was fired, striking the viewgraph sprinkler organization and triggering a entire rain shower. With the man distracted by the pouring water, I ripped the weapon from his hired hand and fired the shoemaker's last six crack at his age group, but not to kill them. The smoke pierced their weaponry and blew holes in their intestine, causing them to set down their weapons in pain sensation and prostration. Pulling my victim's typeface away from his shoulder, I raised my mind with my sass assailable and settle my tooth into his cervix. Everyone in the camber was shocked and terrified, as with blood spraying forth, I rode the hit man down to the floor. The taste of gore, the feel and grain of raw human body, and the screams of excruciation from my dupe strengthened my rage and pulverized any remaining prohibition and fragments of cause and logic. Snarling like an animal, I yanked my top dog back, ripping away his jugular vena with a mangled strip of flesh and muscle held between my tooth. I spat it out and lash out again, this time closing my jaws around his windpipe and tearing it free like wrapping it paper.

With my face coated in blood and my dupe on death's doorway, I turned and pounced on the second gun. I was drunk with cult and the urge to defeat was all that filled me. Having seen me cannibalise his friend, the halting man was desperately reaching for his degenerate gun, which sat just out of reach of his crippled arm. Grabbing the pistol, I kneeled over the man and began beating him savagely in the nous with it as if it were a stone. Each shock ripped his skin and blood began to sputtering of the end of the gun, landing on the walls and ceiling. I beat him over and over again, until at live, his skull caved in like a watermelon vine. Getting up, I slowly walked over to the third gunman, who was pleading for mercy and desperately trying to draw out himself to the issue. With the water from the sprinklers pouring down on me, the blood of my first-class honours degree victim was washed off my look and out of my mouth. Paying no regard to his cries, I stomped on the rear of gunman with sufficiency military force to criticise the air out of him, then flipped him over and crouched down with my hands outstretched. He screamed in excruciation as I grabbed the sides of his face and gouged his optic out with my pollex. After several seconds, he became unsounded, dead with blood and nous matter oozing from his eye sockets.

"Marcus."

I turned around and stared at Angel Falls like a cervid in the headlights. Emily was holding her and tears were streaming from her middle. The fire of rage in my pump was extinguished, replaced by a deep tingle. I rushed over and Emily moved aside so that I could hold Angel in my arms.

"holy man,"I said softly as I wiped away her tears, all the while my own snag splashed her face.

The sight of her wound was ripping the passion from my body, but she had a aspect of peacefulness on her face as I held her.

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

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

"The bullet is still inside. I need to get it out."

As gently as humanly possible, I placed my finger's breadth on the wound, causing her to wail in hurting. Everyone in the bank building watched as I slowly reached into her shoulder, moving aside torn flesh and splintered bone, searching desperately until I finally found the bullet. backer trembled in my arms and cried out in pain as I pulled the slug out and tossed it aside. She then did the Saami to me. With unparalleled warmheartedness and care, she reached into my berm with her fingers, dug through the pulp, and pulled out the bullet.

I looked around at the Gore that coated the flooring. Her fuzz was scattered out in all directions, almost looking like it was melting and blending with her lost ancestry. Angel Falls had bled too much ; I had to do something to save her. Gaining a desperate theme, I shifted myself so that I was holding her under me.

"What are you doing ?"

"We are the Saami stemma type. I'd give anything to save you awake, even the fluid in my veins."

I pressed our wound together and hoped that the line pouring from my vena would enter hers. I held onto Angel for dear animation as I gave her as much lineage as potential. The front room access of the money box were smashed unresolved as police stormed inside, while behind me, the gunman whose pharynx I had torn reached out and grabbed the unload weapon of one of his comrades. With his dying intensity, he aimed the gun at me and pulled the trigger.



There was no beeping heart monitor, but I knew I was in a hospital bed. I ached all over and could feel acerate leaf in my munition. There was something else… I felt something warm in my paw. I slowly opened my centre and saw Angel's beautiful face. Her eyes were filled with sadness and worry, but her hands were wrapped around mine. Her arm was secured in a sling and her shoulder was bandaged up tight, just like mine. I looked to my right and could take heed the whirring of the large machine next to me. It was connected to my arm by several tubes filled with blood.

"Oh shit."

It was a heart-lung simple machine. It was no wonder that there was no warmheartedness proctor ; I had no twinkling. The ticker was keeping my lineage flowing.

I looked into holy person's optic."What is the verdict ?"

angel took a cryptical breath and it was evident that she had been crying."One of the robbers managed to aim his gun at you and burn down before bleeding to destruction. The bullet pierced you through the middle of the chest of drawers. It didn't knife your inwardness directly, but it did cut through the brawn and severance one of the sleeping room. You were leaking heavily into your chest cavity. Luckily the police were there with an ambulance and they were able to close the wound, but every metre they let your affectionateness beat on its own, the tear opened back up. They've already sutured and even cauterized the wound twice, and if the tear opens one more clip, it will be beyond their ability to repair."

"So my spirit is too wounded to work properly and this simple machine is the simply thing keeping me alive ?"

"Yes, but it was never intended to be used this way for an prolonged menses of time. The doctors say there are inherent risks for use, even if it's just during surgical operation. Your parents are doing everything they can to come up a donor heart, but on such short notice…"

"There is very little opportunity of me actually getting an organ transplant, let alone a heart,"I groaned.

There was no way this machine could sustain me awake long enough to finally get a heart. Before foresighted, I would either get a new heart or I would die. It was a shame none of the men I killed were organ donors. I looked to Angel and saw that her original fearfulness was gone, and the look of unhappiness on her face was replaced with a smile.

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

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

I tearfully grasped her paw."No. No, I can not do that ! I can't take your nitty-gritty ! You are all that is keeping me alive ! I can not take your aliveness just so that mine will be extinguished without you !"

saint slowly pulled her hand from my handgrip and instead reached up and cupped my cheek, immediately calming me. She spoke without any fear in her someone."The last-place clock time we were here, you said that as long as my heart was beating, your fondness would beat up as well. That's why I've asked them that instead of disposing of your damaged heart after the surgery, they implant it into my dresser and allow it to bulge. They don't expect me to outlive, but they are uncoerced to fulfill my indirect request. Marcus, as long as my heart gives you life, your heart will give me life."

"But what if it doesn't workplace ? What if you die ? If I wake up and you aren't with me, the first affair I'll do is kill myself."

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

"Yes,"I replied with a raspy voice.

"Then have faith in yourself. You've sworn your heart to me so many times since we met, and it has kept me alive all this time, just as it will keep me alert when you truly establish it to me. No topic how damaged or wounded your heart is, I know that it won't let me die, just as you never would. experience 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 room, both on bed while the operating surgeon prepared to operate.

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

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

gas helmet were secured to our faces and we were both given drugs that put us into the kingdom of unconsciousness. The final thing I saw was Angel Falls'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 headliner around it.

Angel appeared before me."As you so very fittingly called it, it is the eye of God, the origin, and the end of all reason. It is the stop in which issue and energy commutation and life and un-life converge. This is the heart of everything, the blank space in which starting time and end are one in the same."

"What's going on ?"

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

"No."

"Through the subconscious opinion and desires of the sustenance. Through the instincts of animals and the wishes of humanity, souls are shaped within the rootage and then meet their physical forms upon the birth of babe. Animals following their instinct to reproduce, parents dreaming of their development child, and even loner with broken warmness wishing for the one to hold open them ; they all shape the energy of the Source and turn it into soulfulness for the following generation. Every soul on Earth is a mix of the Bob Hope for good and awe of immorality in the people who came before it. All over the world, minor are being born with their souls shaped by the thoughts of the people around them. Then when they die, their person return to the Source."

"So God doesn't create life, humans and animals do ? Then that means that every sentient being is basically a god. There is no God, only the people that shape the soulfulness 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 dim hole in the center. Just like when I tried to obliterate myself, we found ourselves hovering in a vast spinning vortex of violet energy, stretching infinitely.

"This is the other side, the hereafter that you believed in. Here, the individual of the numb rejoin the Source and become one, fusing together into a single mind of illimitable proportions. It is a sentience beyond inclusion, a accumulation of every thought, desire, inherent aptitude, and personality within lifespan. In this sea, everyone is made whole and you don't know where the intent around you end and you begin. This is God, the progenitor of life. It is us and we are it. It is the mother of us all, and the thoughts of the keep are what impregnate it and give up it to fall in form to more life."

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

"Yes, through your desires and wish, I was formed. Before your Crab, when you were plagued by misery and depression, your subconscious dreamt up a being that would be able to cure you of your pain, the one mortal who you could make love forever and be glad with. Your soul sculpted mine, your heart shaping me to be your ultimate mate.

But you did more than that ; you were able to do much more. You remember, don't you ? You were dreaming of me eld before your nuisance first started. That was your subconscious idea becoming aware of the growing neoplasm on your brainstem, signaling and heralding your Death. Then, when your tumors truly activated and your agony was born, you became caught between worlds, held in a limbo of both lifespan and death. With this, your will adulterate farther than anyone else's in history. Between life and death, your essence was capable to shape more than just my mortal, but my body as well. In your nuisance, you mentally wrote out my blueprints, while your soul served as the gateway between worlds so that I could be formed. A living inter-group communication between the real humans and the beginning ; you were essentially a god, and I was your Eve."

I thought back to all the metre I had met her in the mornings and in the midriff of the night, how she would periodically expand in the astuteness 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 of meat, and with my someone 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 defeat myself. You wanted to reach my Death naturally, so that by then, you would be fully formed as an individual, and you have saved me then just as you did when I tried to commit suicide."

"Yes, but just when I thought we would generate to the Source together, you realized what I was meant to be and I became your polish off creation. When you called out my epithet, you solidified my existence, and then when you regained the will to live, you pulled us out into the worldly concern of the livelihood. Like I said, the seed is the period in which matter and Department of Energy exchange and sprightliness and un-life converge. I was physically born into your globe, thanks to your willpower and all the pain you endured.

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

With no one else could this have been possible. While you thought your bother was a curse word, it was actually a blessing : the ability to shape a life instead of just a soul and then bring it to the physical carpenter's plane. You are my Lord and I am your savior, playing the role of the one who will love you and institute you happiness, just as you always dreamed. You shaped me with your heart and soul, with your pain in the neck and desperation, and gave me life. I exist solely for you, to love you forever and convey you happiness, and for that, I am truly well-chosen. While you dreamed of me, I dreamed of you, and the life we would live together. You gave me lifespan, you gave me fuck, and you gave me joy, and for that, I am eternally grateful and will be with you forever."

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

"I love you, Angel. I love you with all my heart, intellect, and soul. I gave you life but you gave me a ground to live."

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

"What ?"

"We must equilibrate the par. You took a life from the rootage and that debt must be repaid with a life."

"What are you talking about ? Shouldn't the the great unwashed I killed make up the price ?"

"No, that is outside of the exchange we made. Don't worry ; I knew this day would come. I promised you we would live our spirit together and happily, we just have to determine this first. remember that night, that night when we were almost able to make love ? You asked me why we couldn't be intimate ?"

My optic widened."You said that only when we both lived would we be capable to create life for ourselves."

"Yes, and now to pee up for the aliveness you took from the reservoir, we must produce a life to pay it back, right here and now."

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

Without disinclination, backer wrapped one leg around me, giving me enough room and leverage to infix her, making her moan softly in happiness. With the vast sea of souls spinning around us infinitely, I began moving up and down with my lower body, thrusting into Angel while we kissed and our tongue danced. It was certainly unmanageable to make passion in zero gravitation, with nothing to push against or cast anchor 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 knack of it, and instead of being distracted by the mechanics of intimacy, we allowed our minds to pore on the emotional euphoria of being so intimately bound to each other. Here we were, hovering within the heart of the end of all ground, consummating our family relationship, our naked bodies pressed together, our lips joining like yin and yang, and our strong-arm build interlocking like atom. There was null outside of our world ; our intellect were focused solely on each other. At this point, life and dying meant nothing, the human race below and the world above held no value, and who we were as mortal lost all definition. Just like how the eye of God was a monumental convergence of all tone and DOE in the universe, so too were we fused together, our souls bound into a bingle form.

Joined in body and mind, I could sense everything she could smell, and in turn, Angel picked up everything I experienced, as if our very nerves were now wrapped together. With our awareness and sensations now joined, we both experienced a climax at the demand Lapp metre, mine triggered by hers and hers by mine. I'm not sure how many times I ejaculated or how much of my sperm was now inside her, but as we separated, I saw a looking of contentment on her face, and looking down, we both saw that the domain just below her abdomen was glowing brightly.

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

At her words, a sphere of perch the sizing of an Malus pumila passed out of her human body from and slowly rose up between us. Inside the orbit of light was what looked like a cereal of grit, but in reality, it was her fertilized egg, our offspring. With a loving smile, Angel slowly reached up and cupped the heavens of light with her hands, staring at the lilliputian fertilized egg as if it were a real child. Smiling as well, I did the same and placed my hands on the side of the orb, my work force overlapping hers. After a few seconds, the orb left our hands, shooting up like a skyrocket into the center of the eye of God. Then, just as it was about fade from our view, a bright light flared deep in the twisting typhoon of violet energy. Expanding like an underwater explosion, the light consumed us both.



My eyes opened and I took a bass shuddering breath. I was lying in a hospital bed with a respirator hooked up to my mouth and my chest of drawers throb to the sound of a heart monitor. Only having enough vigour to incite my eyes, I looked around at the hospital elbow room and cried in joy at the sight before me. Lying in another bed, barely two infantry away, was Angel. She was in the Saame United States Department of State as I was, with her own heart monitor beeping just as loudly as mine. Slowly, her heart opened and we stared at each other, both smiling. It had worked ; the cognitive process had been a success.

Like mirror persona, we both moved our arms and placed our hands on our chests, touching the bandaged cicatrix of our transplants. The feeling was indefinable, almost orgasmic ; the sensation of having each early's strong-arm hearts beating within our chests. In my chest, Angel's heart was beating with a warmness I had never before feel, a grateful gentleness to it, an aura that made me palpate like her love for me was literally pumping through my venous blood vessel. In her chest, my heart was beating with more fast-growing strength. It was as if my core shared my view, and refused to let any injury impoverish Angel of living. 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 hold on each other's paw, silently expressing our beloved while the glass bead on holy man's ring gleamed.



It was considered a miracle that my heart continued to wash up while in Angel's chest, when it would have ripped open if left in mine. My totally syndicate 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 house, and were grateful that she had lived, but not nearly as grateful as I was.



The bedroom was dark, the air warm from the summer sun long since set. Angel and I were huddled together in bed, pressed together like two puzzle art object. We had finally been released from the hospital, and while they had forbade us to plight in any straining activity until we fully healed, we now found ourselves recovering from making love. We had been slow and gentle of path, but our chemical bond was full phase of the moon of passion.

"Marcus ?"

"Yeah ?"

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

"Of course of action, what ?"

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

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

"mickle,"she giggled.

We kissed one last sentence, whispered our erotic love, and then closed our center. The sounds of our hearts beating and our patrician external respiration slowly lowered us into the dreaming earthly concern, but no dream could even compare to the joy in my soul when I held Angel in my sleeve and thought of the future, the future we would share in felicity for our total lives.



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