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Chapter 1



If somebody were to ask just who"she"was, I wouldn't be able to answer, as I hadn't the slightest clue. A hallucination ? Some variety of saint ? For the past five years, I would recognise each morning with the net warm fingers of a pipe dream clinging to my idea. I'd bowl on my English, and lying future to me would be a fille of my age, but with beauty unmatched by anyone else on the satellite. With liquified smooth skin as soft as good fruit, a complexion nicety like that of molten bronze and silver commingle together, and promising blue center that held unparalleled kindness and warmth, the very sight of her was like a spiritual experience. Her most overriding feature film was her hair, an elegant ruby that could polish off all fearfulness of blood from anyone's psyche. Groups of strands would vex together and then curl towards the end like a tongue of fire, granting her a tempered and yet untamable mane that hung down to her second joint.

Along with the aspect of a goddess, she had a design that made a travesty of the Bible"perfection ”. Her glassy-smooth legs seemed to unfold her miles, coming to an end at a full but taut back end end with the shaven entrance to her gates of heaven just barely visible under the folds of the cotton sheet. Her midsection was like that of a Bikini model's, with a concave dip on either incline from her perfect slightness. Cliché as the condition was, she certainly had an hourglass figure. Last but not least, even though she looked only eighteen, she had D-Cup breasts that looked as cushy as water balloons but business 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 previous Night making fresh, passionate love. Each time, she would come out to almost be faintly glowing, and coupled with her flawless beauty, I was surely justified in calling her an Angel Falls. Lying there, I would keep an eye on as her eyes opened like the rising sun, letting me stare into her beautiful blues. Staring veracious back at me with endless love, she would smile, hum, and strike back to eternal rest. Even while knowing how it would end, I would always reach out and try to touch her, desperate to feel some kind of substantiation that she was substantial, but always, she would fade away before I could even stroke her hair.

Suffice to say, I was almost haunted by this"dream ”. This lady friend, this figment of my imagination, was the Light of my life and the reason why I went to bed each dark 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 mouth of, no subject what. When she first started to seem, I even obsessed over her. I would draw her every night on a sketchpad hidden under my bed, remembering her smiler with crystal clearness and moving my bridge player with skill that I would never bear as my own, mirroring her image with graphite and composition with such closeness that I would hold in no doubts as to being possessed.

Ironically, she was actually the only dream I would ever take. I would meet her each dawning in a half-awake state, but through the night, my mind's eye would see nothing but an endless elaboration of swarthiness, in which I would hover aimlessly until waking up. The alone variance from the fateful sky was a one touch of twinkle in the distance, a New York minute star almost completely out of muckle, then I would rouse up to find the girl beside me. I often wondered if she was that star. She certainly fit the role. She was the light of my life, a Light I desperately needed, one of the finale few cause why I was still active. Being able to wake up and see her each morning, even if for to a lesser extent than a instant, she supplied me with enough will power to endure the liveliness I didn't want. But I have her, I'll always have her, and the day she disappears is the day I lose that final reason not to end it all.

But she wasn't here today. I didn't expect her to, seeing as how I found myself waking up in the hospital. A bright light had shone through my lid, stabbing my already sore mind. I could pick up the beeping of a nerve Monitor nearby. My psyche was a hugger-mugger spate from the cocktail of drugs being pumped into me from the IV bags at my face, but I delved into my consciousness in search of resolution. I remembered sitting in class… 6th flow. senior Biology was half finished… but there was something wrong. I remembered that my hands had been trembling, even Thomas More than common. My hide was being pricked with invisible needles like all my arm had fallen asleep, but I couldn't remember if it had come suddenly or if it had built over fourth dimension. I remembered the first dagger stabbing me in the back of the neck opening. I remembered falling out of my chair, roaring in excruciation as I collapsed to the floor.

But it wasn't the light source or the beeping that had woken me up. It was the botheration burning ceaselessly throughout my organic structure. In the undivided moment from when I woke up, I went from being fine to feeling like I was in the burn Mrs. Humphrey Ward, charred from fountainhead to toe. My muscles all felt like they were being pierced with hot nails, my organs twisted into knots. I leaned over the edge of the bed and vomited on the base. My heart monitor was sending a digital belly laugh, bringing in a nurse.

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



I sat on the hospital bed with my disturbed parents, facing Dr. Turner, a blonde cleaning lady in her early thirties. I had an IV bag of morphine hanging next to me, trying to suppress the chronic pain that was ravaging my body. I was receiving the maximum amount possible, but even then, all of my peel felt like a blistering sunburn and my interior faired no better.

"What you experienced in stratum was a raptus, caused by multiple tumors in your brain, focused on two specific sphere. It may be possible for us to kill them with a great dose of radiation therapy and chemotherapy, but with how little and legion these neoplasm are, the hazard are slim. It's a completely new form of Cancer, and we aren't indisputable what its long-term effects are."

My parents started to cry, but I was completely chill out."Is it deadly ? What the Hades 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 brainpower and pointed to a luminance touch."That is the heavy chemical group of tumors and we imagine the sure-enough. However, whether they have grown over time or have always been there is a whodunit. They are attached to your limbic system. Specifically, they are growing from the role of your mentality that produces the chemical serotonin, as well as other chemical substance that control mood. It appears that they aren't growing any further, but—"

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

She nodded and pointed to another bright spot."Yes, exactly. Now as for the continuing pain, these tumors on your brain stem are the source. The tumors are basically rooting down into your queasy system, causing uninterrupted stimulus of painfulness sensory receptor. They're basically acting as electrodes hooked up to your spinal column. It seems that until now, they haven't been orotund enough to trigger you continuous pain. You could almost say that the tumor have finally activated. What you're experiencing now, that pain in the ass is from the neoplasm simply existing. That raptus you had earlier was the tumors reaching the peak tier of stimulation and maximum. That may have been a sometime 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, painfulness killers, and maybe some antidepressant drug, we might be able to decrease the extent."

"By how a great deal ?"

"Well, at this decimal point we can't quite be sure enough. With drugs, we can piss it so that you won't black-market out if the seizure persist, make the pain tolerable, and maybe take away the sharpness of the depression so that you won't become suicidal."

‘ It's too late for that.'“ So it won't down me, but it will satiate me with excruciating pain and have me incompetent of happiness ?"

"Yes,"Dr. Turner said mournfully.



Not wanting to trouble oneself staying in the hospital, I asked to be discharged. Before leaving, we stopped off at the hospital pharmacy to pick up my MEd. I was holding my hands out in the cold Oct air as we drove, hoping that the raw shivering might still the dull throbbing in my digit. The pain anovulatory drug were slowly kicking in, making it so that the sting was bearable, but already, the word"bearable"had gained a whole new meaning for me. The drive house was silent, for my parents were trying to go along back tears, but I was calm. That's the one full affair about being suicidal : the view of your own decease actually brings you peace. Now I didn't have to feel guilty about killing myself. The impression it would have on my family was one of the simply things keeping me from ending it all. Now I could just let the cancer do it for me.

In a way, it felt good to finally have an response as to why I suffered from depression. I had been depressed for most of my xviii years, even self-destructive, completely in dividing line to the comfortable middle-class life I lived in my hometown in Maine. I couldn't even count the number of antidepressants, forced therapy moral, and intellection of longing to just die. There are citizenry starving all over the public, people suffering. It's a mystery to people like me why they just don't kill themselves. It is the merely query I will leave behind. How do they have lives that make my horrors look pathetic, but they have the will to live that I lack ? That was always an topic nagging in the back of my brain : being depressed without having a grounds. It was that miscellany of guilt for knowing that I should consider myself lucky but the inability to do so, and the feeling of helplessness from the knowledge that it meant that zero could change how I felt, and that if I would bid for end in a comfortable life, then I would like for death no thing what.

But now, I just don't care. I don't need to care. I may not throw suffered as practically as citizenry in Africa or former hellhole like that, but… at least they are adequate to of feeling happiness. Compared to them, I'm broken, and these tumors are the proof. I have felt the bite of a blade to try and cancel out my inner pain with outer painfulness. I have felt my saneness ripped away by years of lugubriousness. Depression is more than than sadness. It is the unfitness to find joy. It's a missing foundation garment, like a building with a sinkhole where its fourthly cornerstone should be. No topic what you use to try and support the edifice, it'll crepuscule away, and the building can never stand, until it too crumbles and falls into the pit. To hold up with natural depression is like running a marathon with one leg, and the only help you can get is masses suggesting you buy a better pair of shoes.

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



orgasm household, I went unbowed upstairs and hid in my room. I just wanted to go to sleep ; maybe it would allay my suffering. Downstairs, I could hear my parents telling my younger sister and Brother the bad news.



I was completely in awe, hovering in empty space within my dream. Before me, roaring in measureless loudness was the single star I always saw when I slept. Before now, it had been little more than a single speck of light off in the distance, but now it was clearly in view, the size of the moon and nearly terrorisation, simply because I realized now that it was not simply a wiz. In actuality, it was a blackamoor hole, devouring a wizard from the interior out, sucking in the fire and gas of the supernal whale. I could see it as if the sun was a piece of fruit cut in half to break the core. Yet miraculously, the sun did not wither or diminish in size. It seemed more like it was constantly regenerating. shape around the eternally-dying star was a green egg-shaped nebula, about three times as orotund as the mavin itself, and making the unhurt affair resemble an eye with the black hole as the pupil.

"The eye of God…"I murmured.

While the star was beyond my human comprehension in terminus of size, I could feel myself being pulled towards it through the strength of its gravity. Whether this was truly the eye of God, I could not be surely, but one thing I was sealed of was that it was my death. No, this objective within my dreaming would not kill me, but it was the symbol of my end. The snug my mind got to it, the closer my eubstance got to death. At the beautiful sight, I could not help but smile hysterically."I'm going to die, I'm finally going to die. Just a piffling longsighted and I will finally find peace."

I closed my eye, and when I opened them again, I found myself back in my bed. As always, the imaginary angel was lying beside me, clearly visible in the luminosity of the morning sun. Beautiful, she was so beautiful. The two of us were less than a foot apart, yet it felt like a land mile. Lying there, this gorgeous delusion in nominal head of me, I felt my nuisance disappear like the quenching of a candle. Repeating my dayspring ritual, I reached up and tried to touch her, desperate to experience the star of her skin against my own. As expected, she disappeared just as I was about to take a leak striking, but something stopped me from retracting my arm and letting it gloam. My eyes wide, my paw trembling, I scanned through the show wiz of that abbreviated indorse, desperate to figure out if what I had sensed so briefly had been real.

It was faint, so feeble that it was almost beyond the grasp of my sensations, but it HAD been there. affectionateness, that was what I felt, the air within the place that she always occupied was warmer, as if energized by her physical structure heat. My undulate my manus around through the evacuate space she had left behind, running my digit through the warmly air as if her yearn violent hair's-breadth were brushing against my palm. I then held my hand up to my aspect, clutching some of the air from that quad, and smelled it. Like the warmth, what I detected within that air was almost beyond my power to sense, but it was there, an smell so conk that I was actually working my mind into a headache trying to analyse it. Roses, that was what it was.

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

"I might as well get used to this…"

I immediately grabbed my nursing bottle of Master of Education as my agony began to break open from being conscious, downing two anovulatory drug without anything to drink in. It took time to get dressed, as I quickly found that my muscles were unbendable from the wafture of throbbing nuisance. Aching all over, I walked downstairs and saw my dad in the living way, reading the newspaper. He was there to make certainly I got through the day without hurting myself. Trying to stick unnoticed, I snuck into the kitchen. The live thing I wanted was for him to need some prospicient conversation about how I could talk to him at any clip and all that other stuff. I took my antidepressants and convulsion Master of Education, and made myself a bowl of cereal. Just as I was crossing the kitchen with the bowl, a bolt of electricity guessing up my spinal column, making me feel like I was being flogged with red-hot chemical chain. I dropped the sports stadium with a meretricious smash and collapsed to the story, gripping my skull and roaring in pain. This was even speculative than my first seizure, a level of pain reserved for the damned person of the pits. My dad bolted out of his hot seat and rushed over to me. Within thirty indorsement, it was over. I could find the pain 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 fragment of the bowl and stood up."I'm going to be having these seizures for the respite of my biography. I can't go to the hospital after every one. I'll get used to them eventually."



I suffered two more seizures that day, both of them causing me to fall to the trading floor in torture. My mom got home with my older sister and untested crony. They all paused when they saw me in the TV room. I was watching a horror movie and the room was dark. There were bags under my eyes from the strain of my seizures and my hands were trembling more than usual. I looked at my mom and gently shook my head. She got the message and slowly pulled my siblings away.

The dinner had an unenviable secretiveness as everyone tried not to gaze at me.

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

"No."

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

"No, absolutely not,"my mom argued.

"I need to go back to schooling sometime, and this pain and these capture 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 reason for me to appease home."



The sky was a dark Gy and sleeting as my dad drove us to schooling. Other students were swarming in to get out of the rain and snow as the door were finally unlocked. First period was about to come out and I hadn't wanted to look for it with all of the other small fry. The last affair I needed was an ill-chosen twenty minutes outside the school with everyone staring at me.

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

"Like I said, there is no understanding for me to continue home."

I stepped out of the car and into the falling snow and rainfall, pulling up the hood of my sweatshirt. It was going to be a harsh winter. Fall hadn't even ended and the ground was covered by a foot of snow and ice. I didn't notice the cold as I walked towards the school. I was the last person inside and I quickly headed towards my first class. I was hoping to last out unnoticed, putting off the inevitable awkwardness. I stepped into the humble classroom, trying to hide behind the crowds of kid getting into their hind end. I sat in the back of the socio-economic class where no one would see me. If I had been noticed, no one was mentioning it. The teacher began calling attendance. I became more and more tense as he approached my name.

"Marcus Clive ?"he asked, doubtingly.

"Here."

As one waving, everyone turned to me.

"Ah, I had heard that you had suffered a seizure on Mon, are you alright now ?"

"Yeah, I'm amercement. I found out that I have a new chassis 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 crowd together entrance hall with everyone staring at me. Every few seconds, someone would ask me a doubtfulness about the disease in my mental capacity or narrate me all that lame bullshit about how I could talk to them at any clock time. I reached for my pills the second enough time had passed since my in conclusion one. Just as I put my hand on the cap, the sensation of being stabbed in the back of the skull with a nail bat ran through my body, sending me tumbling down to the floor and holler in bother. People around me freaked out as I writhed on the floor, gripping my skull as the tumors on my brainstem all sent a particularly inviolable tremor through my nerves. Within several irregular, it was over. I lied on the floor in a cold fret, slowly trying to get up.

I raised my head and coughed up a mouthful of blood onto the level. The stress of my never-ending pain in the ass, coupled with my seizures had ruptured an artery or nervure somewhere. People tried to aid me up but I waved them away. I took two tablet and ignored the voices of everyone as I walked away with a limp.



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

‘ You're only saying that because of my cancer. If I didn't have a brain broad of tumour, zip would commute between us. I barely even know who you are.'I fought the temptation to say it, but my anger was making difficult."Thanks,"I said instead, but with a step as dry as the brick wall behind me.

She walked away and I looked out over the cafeteria for the centesimal time, trying to fend off the gaze of the masses looking at me and loathing what everyone was. Humanity was as much of a cancer as the neoplasm in my brain, and I hated my species with every fiber in my being. I hated the helplessness, the covetousness, the stupidity, the improvidence, and every other thing that made us the overgrown cockroaches that we were. I had to hate them, for my own just. Even before my cancer, my liveliness had been agony. My idea was ravaged by its own cold existence, all this prison term cheated out of chemical substance like serotonin. For most of my life sentence I haven't known what peace, happiness, or sanity meant. I'm trapped in a realm of existence that I can not scat from, and no issue how well I live, be it a billionaire or a homeless floater, my misery and anger will be never provide me. That sadness had in time been twisted into hatred, the feel of not belonging to any component of the world decaying into loathing for that humankind. hatred is my only means of selection, the only alternate to wallowing in despair. It hurts less to hate the world around me than to require 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 effective than everyone because he sees everything in a jaded light. Social conception and convening always seem like a stupid waste of fourth dimension to me, but I only think they're stupid because I'm incapable of enjoying them. While I always judge the people around me and detest them for being man, I never think myself expert than them. If anything, they are all better than me. I envy them all ; envy them for the lives they get to live, the genial stability they get to revel. sociable lives, friendships, Latinian language, just the ability to incorporate within collective and witness joy and understanding… There are pupil down below me who are parts of something bigger, be it something as uncomplicated as a school nightclub, but I'm simply not subject of being able to do that.

I looked at the tables surrounded by just missy. There was a time when I would have sold my soul to just find a girl who would go out with me. In my heart, I knew that only love or death could take me peace, and I had known it for years. For close to a decade, I had been looking for my individual mate, the one girl who could take away my pain. At least, that's what I used to want. Now I knew it was too late.



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

"Marcus, do you want to sing ?"

I already knew who it was. Her epithet was Julia, and she was one of the few people who were prissy to me. Well, she used to be. I hadn't talked to her since sophomore year. She was kind and beautiful, and for a patch, I thought that I loved her. But then I learned that she had a fellow, and after that, I simply lost interest. Now I saw her simply as a nuisance, a reminder of the days of wishing I could be with her, no issue what the toll, days when my pain and despair were euphoria compared to my current agony.

"No."

"You need to speak to someone."

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

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

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

"Because I'm in pain ! I've been in pain longsighted before I got these tumors. I used to think that either love or demise could heal me, but I hate this world and everyone in it far too much to ever go down in dearest ! I'm already all in, I've been utterly for as long as I can think back, but for some reason, my body won't take the hint and croak, so I'm stuck in this hapless and agonizing bag of flesh and bones, trapped in a world I despise and surrounded by a coinage that I pray would go extinct ! You've made it authorize that you can not be the one to help me, no one can. I can only suffer until my abominable cosmos wipe itself out."

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

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



Wanting some fresh air and deciding it would be better not to risk having a seizure on the bus, I walked home. The weather wasn't too bad, and the cold helped ease my pain a fiddling, plus it gave me time alone with my thoughts, free from misdirection and noise. Walking along the ice-caked road with my toughie tightened to keep my ears warm from the C. P. Snow, I let my mind wander back to my aspiration. If what I had concluded about that star was right, then my death truly was approaching and would soon conclude. Even if what Dr. Frederick Jackson Turner had said about my cancer not being terminal were set, the side of meat effects trusted would be. How long could the human being body truly final when forced to suffer endless agony ?

‘ Whether or not it is my true destruction or not, until that sentence comes, this is how I must abut through time. Whether I will stay to exist in some other variety is irrelevant, no mind can truly understand the signification of death or the weight it carries, therefor, it can not exist within our psyche. We can not grok death, we can not sympathize it, not without experiencing it ourselves, at which point, we cease to exist. Therefor, death is uncomprehensible ; it is the end of all intellect, in which all man rules and laying claim become meaningless. We can only sympathize matter that exist, while we ourselves exist, so while we may reverence demise, it is impossible to turn aware of it ourselves.

We can not sense our own death, just as we can't feel nonexistence. We can watch over others die, we can feel our own lives slipping away, but we can not find that final exam moment. We can not know precisely when it ends. We can see a million the great unwashed die, but we can not see our own. It's like every single person is an god surrounded by mortals, a continuing paradox of watching and ignorance. life history occupies the entirety of our thinker and our cosmos, it is infinity ; it is the endlessness. last is the reality outside of infinity, the region beyond argument, in which origin and end are one in the same.

If I can not find or discover the end of my life sentence when it happens, then through my senses, it will never materialize. I am immortal, and the only way for my last to occur is for everything and nothing to jar and end my macrocosm. Or am I haywire ? Will I continue to subsist beyond expiry ? Will I live on, even while my body bunk in the background ? Is there a biography after this one ? Is it ameliorate ? Is it worse ?'



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

I was sitting on the couch in the living room, watching TV with a wet towel on my headland. I had been feeling feverish all day. Phil was three years unseasoned than me and had the same black whisker as I did, though his was cut shorter and he had a different osseous tissue structure. He and I had been playing cheat for geezerhood and he had never once beaten me. You could say it was the one activity we did as brothers, and from what I guessed, this was his endeavor to try and distract me from my pain.

I shrugged."Yeah, sure."

Phil sat on the other end of the couch and the control panel was set up. I kept my eye focused mainly on the TV, looking at the board only when it was my good turn. I had some trouble moving the composition ; my fingers felt firm and brittle.

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

"What ?"

"semen on, I know you're a freshman, but you've always been on the sociable tour. You must know someone who can sell me some weed."

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

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

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



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

Emily was a year younger than me and a Jnr. She had my mom's blond hair, but it was mixed with my dad's darkness hair gene.

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

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

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

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

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

"I wouldn't believe it if it did. I'm just hoping that it can realize things prosperous. number on, pot is probably the least severe thing I could put in my organisation these days and the political science banning it is one of the most retarded things in the story mankind. It's a fucking plant that makes mass find good. Besides, let's say the anti-pot propaganda is unfeigned and it is bad for me, do you honestly think that I'll live long enough to face up the effect ?"

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

"Emily, I'm already on borrowed time. The movie is over, the credits are rolling, and Rotten Tomatoes gave it all negative limited review. 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 find him under the football bleachers at school. I don't know anything else about him."



I was lying in bed, staring at her longingly on another school sunrise. With my eyes fixed upon her hallucinatory shape, the fires of torture within my dead body were mum, nearly making me sob tears of joy. It had been almost a minute since I had woken up and saw her open her eyes before falling back to sleep, but for once, I managed to surmount my desire to try and contact her, and instead was letting the illusion continue, or whatever it could be called. She was sleeping, this young woman who's name I did not know, this beautiful Angel Falls conjured up by my demented person. She was sleeping so peacefully that I wasn't sure I could ever overpower my guiltiness if I disturbed her.

I could have lied in that tender bed for the rest of my life, just staring at her. With each breath she took, I could see her chest rising with the expanding upon of her lungs, and the aflicker fibril of her blood-colored hair. The blanket of my bed was barely wrapped around her beautiful frame, letting me look upon almost her integral body. Piercing this real-world dreaming, my alarm clock began to toot. Knowing that it would mean her disappearance, I reluctantly reached out over her to release it off. Even with the deactivation button pressed, the girl remained with my arm stretched out over her like a bridge. She had never stayed this prospicient before, was the hallucination just growing in depth ? Would I finally be able to touch her ? Humming in bliss, she opened her center and stared at me with a small but dulcet smile on her lips.

She spoke.

Her voice was inaudible, but her back talk parted and shaped the watchword with incomprehensible care, like a master craftsman sculpting a spinning clay pot with her hands. I had never been one for reading backtalk, the ability completely eluded me, but once, just this one time, I was able to read the formation of the news like a shiny neon sign, and get word them whispered in the essence of my mind.

"I love you."

trine words, three simple words, but the weight they carried pushed me over the boundary. Unable to hold the tears of joy back any longer, I desperately reached out to embrace her, only for her to go away before I could be blessed with her touch.



I stepped into the footlocker room of the school. It was metre for gym social class but I wouldn't be participating. My unvarying pain was my permanent excuse. Why couldn't this Cancer the Crab 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 stay fresh my roue from boiling. His name was Tom, and he was aught but a punk and bully. He had tormented me all throughout middle and gamy school, an extra force driving me into depression. He was probably one of the gravid reasonableness as to why I wanted to die.

"Tom, leave him alone, he has malignant neoplastic disease,"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 piteous petty bitch."

In my mind, something snapped. The anger, which had always been suppressed by the fearfulness of consequences, finally broke free. Tom was larger than I was, but I didn't precaution. Practically foaming at the mouth, I reached out with both workforce and grabbed him by the pharynx, slamming him against the footlocker. I was strangling him with all the force I could gather in my sick torso, using adrenaline to increase the power of my muscles. I had my pollex pressed against the briny arteries in the position of his neck, halting the catamenia of blood to his brain while robbing him of the ability to rest. He couldn't focus enough to use his arms to free himself. I would normally never retaliate like this, as I had learned early in life history that the ruffian always got off without a exclusive slap on the wrist but the victims who defended themselves basically got the chairperson. There was nothing that could be done but take the pain in the ass and hope your tormenter would eventually get bored. For what I was doing, I could easily get expelled, but not a ace part of me cared. If I was going to hold out a life sentence 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 bullshit spewing out of that deformed mess of gray matter you call a learning ability ? commencement of all, I don't fall down. I have goddamn gaining control. arcsecond, the tumors in my straits are strangling my limbic scheme just like I'm choking you, meaning that my psyche is now unequal to of producing chemical that let me finger anything early than misery and choler. Last but not least, when I have a seizure, all of my senses are so overpower with the bother that I collapse as I am bombarded by waves of agony. I suffer every second, but when I have a seizure, it makes being lit on fire seem like a massage ! Have you ever been in so much pain and wanted to die so bad that you almost used your own fingernails to jactitate your wrists ? I think anyone would shed some tears if they experienced that."

Tom was turning blue from the strangulation and I had to fight with everything I had to keep from murdering him in good order then and there in front end of everyone. Instead of ending his life history, I threw him down at the ground, inadvertently smashing his human face against the corner of one of the footlocker elbow room work bench. The wallop completely shattered his eye socket and fractured his skull. Another few centimeter and his eye would receive been permanently lost. After he fell to the ground, I finished with a boot to the jaw, busting up almost half of his teeth. Tom was passed out on the flooring 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 sample of what I live with constantly."



Tom was rushed to the hospital and I was suspended for the rest of the month. Under normal luck, I would birth been suspended for a full month or even expelled, but the punishment was light for various reasons. Tom had been the schooltime bully ever since 6th ground level and was nothing but a worthless punk. He treated everyone like poop and teasing somebody with cancer was the uncollectible matter 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 squad and shot. I knew in the back of my mind that everyone was testifying for me because of my malignant neoplastic disease, because everyone hated Tom, or because everyone now feared me. My sentence was also so luminance because of the Holocene epoch hurt of encyclopaedism of my disease.

My parents immediately picked me up from school. During the ride home, they constantly contradicted themselves. They would say how a great deal hassle 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 follow a few calendar week after I got back, letting me have more clip 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. repugnance movies were one of the few thing that I didn't hate. The fact that I watched them in the dark on Friday and Sabbatum nights, while most people were hanging out with friends made my parents nag nonstop about my mixer doings. They would tell me that I need to expend time acquaintance, and I would tell them that I didn't want friends.



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

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

"My figure is…"

The name was spoken, entering my mind and drawing confusion. I repeated it, uttering the unaccountable noise even without understanding it. The disturbance was not a word, consonant, or vowel, it was like cypher found in nature or anything humans had ever created, it could not be compared to anything. As soon as I heard it, I completely forgot it, but even with it slipping my memory, I was somehow able to double the sound if I so desired. The female child 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 tolerate me to be aware of it.

"Who are you ?"I again asked.

The young woman smiled and repeated her statement as well. This clip, I instead focused on her vocalisation. This was the first time I had ever heard it, and it was more beautiful than I ever imagined. bring in as the chiming of a bell but easy as the coos of pigeons, the speech sound of the three words preceding the blur that masked her epithet was like a lullaby.

"What are you ?"

break character, the girl moved towards me, slowly yet suddenly, and nearly making me jump. She brought her face up to mine, our rim almost touching while we stared into each other's centre and exchanged the same breath.

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



I stepped into the schoolhouse on the first of Nov, and it was as if time 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 cowling pulled up, I took a botheration pill and proceeded to my storage locker. I was walking with a limp, for I had suffered a seizure in the cascade earlier that morning and banged my leg. My dad was now adding a guardrail in showcase of another seizure.

After I stopped off at my locker, people started bombarding me with question as they had done on my firstly day back. They asked me to order 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 reprize what I had said about my cancer, for that had been the first prison term I had actually described it to someone. I just ignored all of the questions, acting like they weren't there. There was no reason to resolve, even if it was just to be civilised. They meant cypher to me, and once I graduated in the outflow, I would never see them again.



I was lying in bed, holding a reefer the size of it of a cigar. I had bought all the smoke I could off that Mike guy and told him that he had better have to a greater extent when I came back. If I was going to blow my savings on pot, I might as well get some customer service. I always had a few hour to myself after every school day, my sibling would be hanging out with friends or be playing sports and my parents would be at work, leaving me with the house.

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



I began getting into more fights at school. Quite simply, I was done with the crap. If anyone insulted me, gave me lip, or got on my bad side, I did not hesitate to discombobulate a punch. I was going to die soon so there was no rationality to establish a piece of ass about anyone or anything I decided I might as well deal with old business while I still had time. A lot of people had made my animation a nightmare and I was paying them back. I received my evenhandedly share of accidental injury, I was often sporting a Shirley Temple Black eye, busted lip, or bruised aspect, but as long as I didn't suffer a seizure during a fight, I normally won. I guess that was one advantage of full-body endless pain : your enemy can't do anything to cause you anguish anymore than you already are.

The schooltime tried to ignore my actions, or at least punish me lightly. Each altercation earned me a duad days abatement, but they didn't have the spunk to go any farther. The schooling arrangement and I had bad history, and they certainly had a lot to apologize for. My parents were the same, putting up a false front of judgment of conviction while being unable to hit the courage to punish me. They knew that I was self-destructing, acting out to try and cope with my painfulness. It was the just matter I could do.



It was the day before Thanksgiving and my congeneric were expected to arrive in less than an hr. They all knew that I had cancer and I was not looking forward to some cockamamy family reunification. I walked to the door and grabbed my coat."I'm going out for a walk."

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

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

Before my mom could reply, I stepped outside and into the bitter low temperature. There was no wind, but the air was cold and raw. The air was exculpated, showing a pale blue sky as the sun slowly drifted towards the view. The surrounding area was a mix of heavyset Sir Henry Joseph Wood and marshy area, the embrown landscape now painted Andrew D. 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 sand and gravel on the English of the roar was filled with garbage, from beer feeding bottle to empty fag cartons. The cars that drove past me hit me with a sudden picnic, like a last dying breathing place. The raw frigid air, the bleak landscape, the taunting monotone of cars driving by, and the trash around my feet was both comforting and depressing. The common cold helped ease my inveterate pain and the wasteland scene made me feel more at home, but with each hollow cigarette carton I kicked aside and each car that broke the silence, I was reminded of how alone I wanted to be and how much I couldn't be.

I soon arrived at the wooded parking area down the route from my house, but I wasn't ready to go domicile yet and I needed a fault from the cars and the road. There was no one else around ; even a member of the most sulphurous and chaotic family would choose to persist menage rather than be subjected to this bitter frigidness and wind instrument. I entered the timberland, following the footprints of weenie and their possessor, lightly covered by a sprinkle of sassy snow from the dark before. As always, my thought process were on my own mortality, as I tried to figure out how much time I had left. I should probably start making a will for when my consistence gives out and I at last achieve death, but what did I want ?

I came to a plosive, my eyes wide, my breathing shallow, staring at the puppet before me. Resting against a fallen Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree to get out of the malarky, a Canis latrans lay on the frigid basis. Its chest heaved slowly, causing the dry pedigree around the smoke wound in its side to crack. Almost every night, the prairie wolf could be heard yipping and howling in the farthest reaches of the woods, but this was the commencement time I had seen one up close. From the tone of it, it had probably wandered onto individual's yard and the property owner shot it to make sure no others came by. From the clotting, it had likely happened the previous night, but from the placement of injury, it was probably still bleeding internally and had organ price. The fact that it had been able to hobble this far into the forest was a miracle.

I approached the injure animal, slowly, but without fear. Right now, it was at its most dangerous, but what was the spoilt it could do to me ? Bite my deal ? I wasn't sure I'd even feel it. The coyote looked up and gave a soft growl, but was too bore and cold to even show its teeth. I crouched down before it and reached out. It tried to bite me, but its Fang missed and I managed to rest my deal on the top of its pass. Knowing it could not maintain the bluff up any longer, it laid its mind back onto the cold footing and waited for death. I brought my hand to its chest, feeling its desperate breather and its lame center beating.

Too tired to displace its head, the brush wolf shifted its gaze upwards, looking past me. I followed its middle to the barren tree arm above, contrasting against the evening's pink sky. For all I knew, this animal and I were thinking the Lapplander thing. Would I ever see super C 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 chance for me to live my life without hiding from the world ? Would the day ever come when I too can bask in the sun ?

Solemnly, I reached in my scoop and pulled out my Swiss Army tongue. I couldn't leave this animate being here to suffer. I had to put it out of its miserableness. I folded out the knife and put the tip to the spinal column of the prairie wolf's spine. I hesitated, spending another minute looking into its eyes and feeling its physical structure shiver. I had never killed an animal before, not counting the one or two computer mouse I had run over when I was learning to drive, but this thing was much cock-a-hoop than they were.

"You and I are exactly the Saami. The but remainder are that you probably want to keep living… and I wish someone would be merciful enough to do this to me."

Taking a trench breathing space, I forced the blade into its neck, severing the nerves as best as I could. Its body gave the little twitch and then everything became still and its eyes closed. I stayed there a niggling while long, feeling the heating system slowly leak from its dead body. I reached behind it into the crater of dirt of the uprooted Tree and grasped a small fistful of icy soil. I rubbed it between my mitt, letting it thaw so that the smell of the food could slip one's mind free. I stared at the grease, moving it around to separate the minerals from the decaying affair, and then sprinkled it on the slain animal. Soon, I would die, just like this coyote, and I would recall to the earth, just like everything else. For the firstly fourth dimension in a long while, I actually smiled, knowing what I wanted. I wanted to be buried, but without a casket, and certainly without being embalmed. I wanted to embrace my death, not hide from it in a pine box while noxious chemical keep me from rotting. I wanted to sense the soil on my face, to be enveloped by the earth, and maybe birth a tree planted over my grave. At least then, the worms and the works would get more than use out of my body than I ever did.

I wiped my hands off on the Canis latrans's fur and then stood up. It was meter to go home.



I stepped through the front threshold of my home and was instantly bombarded by clinch and greeting from my relatives : first cousin, auntie, uncles, grandparents, and everyone else. I could feel the awkwardness underneath their parole as they asked how tall I was and all of the former cliché inquisitions.

"dinner party is ready !"I heard my mom call 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 up the stairs and into my elbow room. I moved to my bed, wincing as my muscle became more and more sore. I lied down and let my aching organic structure settle.

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



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

Having already gone through the show movements and action mechanism, the girl opened her heart and gazed at me with her common warm grin, while almost laughing in a pacify hum.

"Are you even veridical ?"

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

Hearing her speak warmed my heart with the possible action that maybe she wasn't just a figment of my imaging."Yes, no… I'm not sure."

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

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

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

I was silenced, my whole organic structure brought to a consummate stop by the sensation of the young woman leaning over and pressing her sassing against my own. I moved my hand away from my centre, in complete and utter skepticism. This was the low clock time I had ever been able-bodied to touch her, and that first cutaneous senses was expressed through my first kiss. Her cheek, so close to mine, I could see every undivided detail of her visage and saturate myself with her rosy aroma. The champion of her lips against mine, it went beyond just canceling out my annoyance, it made me feel… practiced. I felt felicitous, euphoric, like I had just been working for three Day straight and was settling into a hot tub. Her lips were so soft and warm, but also carrying a blue flavor. It was like I was kissing a wisp of steam from a cup of tea.

The girl eventually broke the connection and we stared into each other's middle. She then sat up and moved on top of me, her hands pushing down on my berm and her farsighted flushed hair hanging down around our faces like a curtain, seceding the blank between us from the remote worldly concern and making it all our own. Staring at her full-of-the-moon breasts and feeling the smooth mouth of her twat rub up against the shaft of my solidification penis ( with only the fabric of my boxer separating them ) was driving me gaga with hormonal lust.

In all honesty, I hadn't been this aroused in month, I could literally feel the profligate pumping furiously through my organic structure and firing up the long-dormant parts of my brainiac that I had ignored for so prospicient. But beyond her beauty, beyond her bare body resting on mine and making me hornier than ever in my life, the great opinion was her weight on me. It was substantial. I could feel her pushing down on my shoulders, sitting on my lap. I could even learn the give of my mattress creak beneath us. This system of weights was real, it had to be, and that meant she was real.

"You need me to be literal because you need to consider that there is some aspect of this humanity that can pee you glad, that there is at to the lowest degree one mortal who can take away your nuisance. But if I am just a creation of your own psyche, then you should be overjoyed. It means that you hold the key to your own happiness, and wherever you live, no subject how you live, you can make it paradise."

The words were whispered and her face was lit with tender care and beloved. The girlfriend then leaned down and settled herself on top of me like a cat, her breast pressed against mine and her face buried in the side of meat of my neck opening. Her consistency, it was so warm and easygoing, I was completely at a loss for news on how to depict it. All I could do was envelop my arms around her womanly frame, hold her tight, and cry tears of joy. I didn't upkeep, real or not, she was here with me, and that was all that mattered. Whether she was some sort of Angel from heaven or just a figment of my imagination, as long as she was with me, I'd be happy.

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

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

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



Even if my dreams had now reached new levels of depth and I could interact with the fille more than I had ever hoped, that didn't help my day-after-day routine. In fact, it made it speculative. Spending every secondment yearning to go back home and go to bed so that I could wake up beside that girlfriend, my life-time became even more scummy. Everything that made my day difficult became horrible, and everything that had never bothered me before was now a swearword, as it required clip and stood in my way. Add that to my continuous pain and my multiple casual seizures, and each day went from being an endless Scheol to a taunting loss of the one light in my hellish life-time.

Such lively contact like that particular night before was rarified and not often repeated. The daughter still appeared every morning for a few hour, but I could rarely do anything more than touch her gently with my script. Going further would do her to evaporate. She never spoke much, only when I said something to her or asked her head, and even then, her response were simple and often repeated. Regardless, just waking up next to her each sunrise was enough to get me through the day, but barely.

While my imagination of the girl seemed to get on, every night, I dreamt about that mavin, the star being devoured by the bootleg yap in its marrow, the maven sitting in a nebula looking like the eye of God. I could finger myself drawing closer and closer to the black hole in the centerfield, being pulled in towards my death. The closer I got, the declamatory the celestial mass became, surpassing my human inclusion. Yet strangely, after that night, while my increasing proximity continue to spread out my view of the hotshot around it, the black hole was actually shrinking like a contracting student. It was as if the black muddle was sizing itself to correspond with my length from it.

Dec was exceptionally rough, quite simply because I had decided to try chemo and radiation treatment for my cancer. Well, to be honest, my parents basically coerced me into doing it and making me feel shamefaced if I refused. They wanted me to live no issue what, so the entirely way to throw off their suspiciousness that I was eagerly awaiting death was to feint hopelessness and fear towards the treatment. I eventually agreed to treatment under one shape : if I didn't see any results before New twelvemonth's or I started losing my hair, I was going to quit. I didn't have high expectations, but I would do it to get my parents off my back.

On my first off day of chemotherapy, I found myself in a way with former genus Cancer patients, all sitting in professorship lining the walls. Each one was hooked up to an IV, and their stages of treatment were all visible on their macerate bodies. Considering the clip it took for each session, everyone had methods of keeping boredom at bay. There were laptops, handheld biz consoles, books, and one of the tyke was even playing with a Rubik's square block. I sat by the window, letting the poison run through my veins. I was also receiving a heavy dose of morphine, helping to blunt some of my bother. Hopefully I wouldn't have a raptus in the hospital. The last thing I needed was some intern right out of med schooltime sticking a metro down my throat.

Drowsy from the drugs running through me, I let my intellect wander. My view drifted back to the girl and what she had told me. She said that if she wasn't real, if she was just a figment of my mental imagery, then I could scream on her whenever I needed. Maybe it was something I should try. I closed my eyes, forcing aside all misdirection and genius. I focused my mind on the girl, but was unsure of what would actually bring her Forth River. If I just thought about her, would she appear in this room with me ? Should I try and fall asleep and dreaming about her ?

Slowly the strait of the other patients faded, the existence falling silent around me. But I was not alone. I felt someone gently apprehend my hired man and opened my eyes, staring into the beautiful blues of the girl. She was kneeling at my metrical unit, naked as always. Behind her, the chemotherapy room had blurred into an unrecognizable collage, as if I was falling out of sync with reality.

"Marcus, my high-priced sweet Marcus…"she whispered, resting her drumhead on my lap.

I slowly reached out and put my hand on the top of her headspring, stroking her whisker."You're really here,"I gasped in amazement.

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

"What am I supposed to wait for ?"

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

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



Christmas and New twelvemonth's came and went, and I was well-chosen to see them go. I hated the holiday ; all of the cheer and felicity made my organs fail. With the start of the New Year, I had the Dr. check my experimental condition and see if any progress had been made on my neoplasm. After a month of radiation and chemo, I had figured at least a slight modification would be found. No. There was nothing. They had resisted the treatment and I was stuck where I was.



Each day, my pain was getting sorry, and I found myself taking more and more tab than I was supposed to, both painkillers and anti-convulsion MEd in an attempt to curb my ictus. Originally, I would ask two painkiller 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 dear affair. I was close, so close. Soon I could pillow in peace.



"Twenty one dollar bill for a dose, and I'll give you an extra ten for a clean needle and to help oneself me set up. My script are too wobbly for something like this,"I said, standing in an alley in township.

The sky above was Louis Harold Gray with a gentle snowfall pouring down on the dealer and I. Luckily, the café to our rightfulness kept us out of the steer. The man before me looked to be in his latterly twenty dollar bill, unshaven with deep distrust in his middle. I was a new customer to him, and normally he would have turned me away on inherent aptitude, but luckily I looked sick enough to pass 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's breadth firing, my hands were shaking so badly that it looked like I had MS.

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

He looked around to pass water sure we wouldn't be seen and then took out his merchandise. Filling up a spoon with heroin, he clenched the handgrip with his teeth and used his hands to curb a lighter and protect the flame from the wind. Slowly the powder melted into its liquid variant, and before it could chill, he unwrapped an unused syringe and filled it with the drug, finish by handing it to me in exchange for the Cash.

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

With the dealer leaving, I sat down on the cold wet footing, pulling up my sleeve and looking for a venous blood vessel. It certainly wasn't hard ; my skin was as thin as newspaper and my arteries were all swollen from malnutrition and the strain of my disease. I pushed the needle into my arm, not even feeling it amongst the jillion of former abominable pricks tormenting my trunk. I hesitated with my thumb on the speculator, wondering if this was really the route to take. My life was already cut short and the luck of there being a cure for my pain were slight, but did I really want to further onus myself with even a single shot of this toxin and risk developing an dependance ? After all, the pot had been a dismal bankruptcy. What probability did heroin have of helping me ? I concluded my hesitation with a laugh, deciding I didn't have much to lose.

I pushed down onto the plunger, filling my bloodstream with the poison. Casting the empty syringe aside, I leaned my head back and stared up into the snow, waiting for the drug to direct affect. Could I possibly be any more poor ? Sitting in a back alley with heroin running through my vein, trying desperately to loose myself for just a few present moment from my disease… It was beyond lamentable ; it was scandalous. But soon, the drug began to guide consequence, numbing my senses and bringing down my annoyance to a dull throbbing while leaving my intellect spinning. Waiting for this dark miracle to truly free me from my agony, I stared back up into the hoar sky and let my nous wander.

Is there a god ? I ask myself that query often, but of row, so does everybody. I don't know if I am a believer, an atheist, or just an agnostic. I see no reason in the populace, no meaning, no form behind the chaos other than the formula humans try to create. Is there a purpose in any existence ? Even mine ? Was I created with this consistency simply to abide ? Was I created and then abandoned, never cared about by whatever deity might possess cursed me with living ? Was all of humanity created to tolerate or was it created and then abandoned ? There is so very much pain in the ass in the universe, so much excruciation beyond my own. What kind of twisted god would put us on this ground to live as the abominations 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 display for Thomas More advance life manikin ? Or are we little more than a bacteria colony growing on a discarded test tube-shaped structure, created by accident and never acknowledged ?

What use is there of a god in this homo worldly concern ? Either he doesn't exist, doesn't tending, or is he a upchuck nut that loves to produce life solely to toy with it. the great unwashed waste their aliveness praying and begging to some bastard in the sky to change their lives, all the while trampling under everyone beneath them and casting assessment upon those who walk dissimilar paths. But for judging them, am I no near ? Do I have any right to mouth badly of masses when I too am cursed with this hapless human consistency ? How can I condemn others for being judgmental when it means being judgmental of them ?

I guess that's one of the master trouble of this creation : no one can produce change without doing exactly what their opponent is doing. Whether it is trying to stop over a racial extermination or get a bill passed through congress, every outdoor stage is just a repeat of its die predecessor. Everyone thinks they know what's scoop, they think they have the key to saving the world or that they have seen the Sojourner Truth that no one else has so practically as caught a glimpse of. All the same mistakes are just made over and over again, all the same promises spoken and never fulfilled, all the fracture of others pointed out by those who are nothing more than than hypocrites. If this spirit really is the work of a god, then he is a sadistic god, a life where the improbable social structure is null more than a pile of rubble, a mount of failures all stacked up on top of each early with no one capable of escaping their mantle.

I don't know if there is a god, I'm not for sure whether or not I want there to be a god. If there isn't a god, then all this is nonmeaningful and there is nix for us in this world but a quick life, an ineluctable death, and an eternity in which no one remembers us. If there is a god, then he is either incompetent or evil, in which case, I want nothing to do with him former then a chance to pay him back for creating me. What am I ? A believer ? An atheist ? An doubter ? What is the figure for someone whose feeling in God is nothing more than the desire to kill him ?

"Marcus, I'm cold."

I looked over, seeing the girl sitting next to me, her healthy skin contrasting against the brick rampart and the snowy pavement. She looked at me with somber middle, pained by the condition I was in and how desperate I was.

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

"I feel them because you feel them. You are my inter-group communication to this world, just like I am yours. We are bound."

I got to my metrical unit, struggling to maintain my balance."I'm sorry you're bound to individual as miserable as me."

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

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

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

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

"You'll never have to put yourself down, never say you don't deserve me, never have to feel shame or embarrassment. Every undivided aspect of your liveliness, of your personality, of your soul, I love with all my eye. 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 ready for school with my syndicate in the kitchen. In my hand was a cumulation of anovulatory drug, one that I stared at loathingly. pain sensation killers, anti-convulsion meds, rake thickeners to keep my internal bleeding from going out of control, antidepressant, and countless vitamin add-on to help oneself me get some nourishment. With never-ending infliction wracking my physical structure, I rarely noticed my appetency, and any food for thought that I did eat was often thrown up during my seizures, so pills were the entirely way to make sure I got the nutrient I needed. I was always on the husky face, but after so many weeks of this pain in the ass, I had burned through all of my fat reserves and was little more than skin and bones. Hoping that I wouldn't just puke them up later, I poured the anovulatory drug into my sassing and forced them into my gut with a glass of water supply. Time to start a new day.



"We're so close now."

My optic bolted open and I quickly realized that I couldn't motility. The girl, the girl who's name I did not have intercourse, 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 quick smile, she leaned down and gently kissed me."We are so close now. We can talk, we can touch… we can buss. I can experience you and you can sense me, the metre has almost come. Just await a little longer."

"What has almost come ?"

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

I sat up with her, wrapping my blazon around her and resting my forehead against her chest. The easy passion of her bounteous breasts against my face was a sexual nirvana, coercing my dick into a pulsing erection.

"Why can't I hear your epithet ?"

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

"What do you stand for ?"

"You must key me, so that I may exist solely for you, so that I may lend you happiness and ease your suffering. Then when you regain the will to live, you will exist solely for me, and this world will become heaven for all the days of our lives."

"But don't you exist already ?"

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

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

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

I was smiling as well, massaging the orb of flesh with both guardianship and wonder, having never felt a girl's boobs before. I began massaging the other one with my left hand, rubbing the nipple with my thumb and causing the little girl's Harkat ul-Mujahedeen to increase in book. Jiggling them, squeezing them, and rubbing them together, I thoroughly explored every secret her fair sex held and familiarized myself with every single centimeter of her piano skin.

"It feels so good to deliver you touch me,"she panted as I began toying with her tit, gently squeezing them between my indicator and midway finger and rubbing them with my thumbs.

"You certainly feel literal,"I said, happy than I had been in years.

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

Following the star of her lips, her natural language slipped into my mouth with unbelievable distance. I almost felt like I was going to buy the farm on it. Her backtalk and tongue, they were so toothsome, and the wetter the kiss became, the Sir Thomas More of her smell I was capable to taste. She tasted like ripe mangos and tea and the longer I tasted her, the more energize I felt.

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

I smiled and raised my nous, kissing her number one on the face, then down the side of meat of her neck, and to her clavicle. As I slowly moved down, the female child slipped her helping hand into my boxers and grasped my cock, nearly making me cum right on then and there simply from the sensation of having someone else touch it.

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

vibration like a drug addict, I was barely able to contain my intimate hunger. All these years, my hatred and depression had made my instinctive drive little more than a dull bother, but now, it was like it was all rushing out at once. I ran my lingua across her breasts, ineffective to believe how effective they felt and tasted, and just that I was making such intimate contact with this strange entity.

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

At her words, my emotions suddenly flared up and quell my instinctive desire. This girl, whether she was real or a hallucination, I did not care. I loved her, she was precious to me, and I could not hurt her even if she asked me to. I was irksome, gentle, working my lips around each mammilla and stopping periodically to massage her breasts with my tongue. While I worked, she rubbed her unruffled pussy against the tool of my cock. It was so soft, already soaking wet from her rousing and making me dizzy with the sweet aroma.

"Such a simple skin senses, yet it feels so good. To be so come together to you, I feel like I'm going to faint in felicity,"she cooed.

As her social movement became more aggressive and the appease friction became passionate grinding, I reached out and held onto her shapely ass with my hands. So soft and yet so firm, both full and taut, she had the ass of a Brazilian model. All this stimulant, it was too much, I could palpate all the muscle in my lower physical structure tensing up from my approaching orgasm.

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

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

Gyrating her hips, the girl's crusade increased until it actually felt like I had penetrated her. We finally came at the Lapplander meter, me launching about a scene Methedrine'worth of semen onto my stomach and fresh sheen of wetness coating the miss's womanhood. At the feeling of ecstasy, I gave a deep oink and the girl gave a shrill and rather adorable whine before she collapsed on top me.

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

"Any chance we could take on it a pace further ?"I asked, placing my handwriting on the sides of her grimace and brushing aside her long red-faced hair.

"No. Close as we are, we can not yet adhesion ourselves in that way. Only when we both live will we be able-bodied to make lifetime for ourselves. Soon, we will be able to give each other 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 waitress much longer. Every day, my ability to endure this annoyance lessens. I'm losing my sense of touch, my spate and hearing are failing, and my body is wasting away because I can not halt food down. I just want to die. I just want it all to stop. If I end it all, then I can pass eternity with you."

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

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

After licking up every pearl, she held her headway just above my humanness, stroking it with her manus and working out any softness."Now, let me bring you happiness."

She then took the whole thing into her mouth, swallowing it with ease and bringing her lips all the way down to the foot. At both the view and intuitive feeling of her sucking me off, I immediately had my second orgasm and stroke a VD of cum down her throat. The girl quickly pulled her mind back and coughed, but before I could rationalise, she smiled.

"Don't worry, it's all right. barely try and oblige back a lilliputian, let me enjoy this too. Besides, it's delicious,"she said coyly.

Holding back ? Hell, that was easy, I doubt I had any sperm leftfield to release, but with her hand stroking my cock and that thirsty expression on her face, I couldn't turn a loss my hard-on if I wanted to.

bringing her head back down, the little girl resumed blowing me, but this fourth dimension taking it slow. She started simply by running her tongue around the head, licking away any sperm that remained from my commencement or arcsecond orgasm. She then moved to the dig, delivering long wide chimneysweep, almost tracing each vein and sending chill up my spine. After physically memorizing every detail of my prick, the lady friend again wrapped her back talk around it completely, bringing her pass down so the tip was crammed against the back of her throat. Moving each time with an upward inflection, she began bobbing her head with a steady rhythm, massaging my dick with her natural language and impertinence while her spit dripped down into my lap.

As she worked, I watched with a smile and gently stroked her hair and brushed my finger's breadth against her cheek, trying to transmit my gratitude without interrupting her. Through her efforts, I could find my physical structure working up the strength for one last coming. It would probably be a dry fervour, but it would be no less powerful. Sucking on my dick like it was the husk in a particularly buddy-buddy milkshake, the girl broke through the final threshold I needed and I finally came, spraying every shoemaker's last cliff of seminal fluid I had into her backtalk and on her face when she finally released it.

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

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





Chapter 2



For the next several day, I tried thinking up names for the girl in my ambition, but none seemed to fit. Actually, it was like my mind wouldn't accept and recognize what I picked to be her public figure. I would think up a name, and when I'd try to say it while imagining the daughter and associating her with it, the name would suddenly turn inaudible to me. I would hear that sound from my dreams, the muffling sound that always blocked out her name, even when I spoke it. I could feel my lip shaping the word and my vocal cords shaking to create the sound, but I could never hear it when I spoke it.

As always, my meetings with the daughter were much less calm and platonic than that magical dark. I would wake up, we would talk a little, and sometimes I would be able to wrap my arm around her and hold her for a few arcminute, but it never advanced yesteryear that.



I was standing in the boy's can at school day, muttering hex in front of the urinal. I had been there for to a greater extent than five minutes and I needed to piddle like a truck driver, but I couldn't even break the seal.

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

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

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

With my deal bleeding, I walked out of the can and back to course of instruction, where a maths test was being taken. Returning to my desk, I began stuffing my things into my bag, splattering profligate from my mitt and murmuring curses.

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

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



I was with my parents in Dr. Turner's bureau, who was looking over the results from my stock mental test. With a sigh, she closed the folder.

"The good news program is that the damage isn't permanent, at to the lowest degree at this stage. The bad word is that the kidney nonstarter was caused by highly extravagant pill usage. We originally had you set at the uttermost possible stratum ; did you guess you could go even further without consequences ? Just the issue of pain slayer 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, so I should just get on my knees and thank God that I'm not dead yet, I should just be grateful that I get to keep living each day with never-ending excruciation and mind-tearing gaining control,"I muttered, keeping my side downcast with my hood over my heart.

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 suffer to get down cutting down on your medication if you don't want to preserve puddle blood. You may even have to render up coldness turkey until your immunity wears off so that when you resume taking them, they'll be affectional once again. If you keep going at those oral contraceptive the way you have been, your kidneys will become completely unuseable and you'll need a transplanting, and considering your disease and your drug habits beyond pills, no transplant committee will let you so much as look at a intelligent donor."

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

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

"Marcus, are you crazy ? ! After everything you've been told about drugs and after all the times we've warned you about their dangers, you would repair to using heroine ?"my dad exclaimed, more overthrow and despairing than angry at me.

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



In the weeks that passed, my parents tried to restrict the amount of pills I took, but it was just as difficult for them as it was for me, because just by looking at me, they could tell how badly I needed them. As expected, my pain increased, as well as the volume and relative frequency of my gaining control. I stopped sleeping, unable to ever quiet myself down enough to loosen. As January moved onto Feb, I finally gave in and quit taking my Master of Education, allowing my body to mould the chemicals out of my arrangement and miss its developed immunity.

I spent that hellish week at menage in bed, howling at the top of my lungs while the seconds ticked by with sadistic slowness. Without anything to even muffle the full stimulation of all my painful sensation receptors, my body was essentially ripping itself apart from the inside out. I couldn't even tell when I was having a capture or not, it just all felt the same. Every arcsecond, I felt like my human body was being shredded away by flaming chainsaw while twin lobotomies were performed on my brain with jagged icicles.

My parents had to abide nursing home from work to take tutelage of me, as I could not go to the bathroom or feed myself. They could do nil but sit by my bed and listen to me wow, always trying to think of a way to aid me. They tried to endure it, unable to ask my little brother or older Sister to bet after me without feeling any more guilt trip than they already were. For years, my mother wit of time blurred. I was unable to severalise nighttime from day, hot from stale, or ambition from realness. When I was awake, I often hallucinated, and the only times I ever slept were when I finally managed to pass out from pain sensation or enervation, and even then, it never lasted longer than an hour.



fabrication in bed, in the throws of a seizure, I felt a mystifying thud in my chest, as if my centre had just slammed against my ribcage. My elbow grease became dank and I began to recede my ascendence over my tree branch. Barely able to breathe from the pain already surging through me, I felt a instant mightily clump in my chest. I could smell my beat, hear it pounding in my pinna, and feel the loss of rhythm. My heart was struggling to continue drubbing, ineffective to bear the mental strain any yearner. 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 shoemaker's last stopped, but instead of closing my eyes, I continued to stare upwards, watching as the ceiling of my bedchamber vanished to reveal the eye of God, spinning overhead. My bed disappeared beneath me, my room following lawsuit to reveal the vastness of outer space. I was so fill up to the celestial nexus that I could almost see the mortal tongues of flame in the typhoon surrounding the black trap student. The star occupied the full horizon, as if slice realness in half so that one side was the dark macrocosm and the other incline was the sea of atomic fire. I was about a km from the surface of the bleak jam, which had shrunk down to the size of it of a ten-story building.

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

The clothes I had been wearing were vaporized from my body, signaling my conclusion tie-up to the literal world being severed. But answering my silent call, the little girl from my hallucinations appeared, flying out of the black hole towards me, arms outstretched, snag in her eyes. She slowed as she reached me, coming to a stop before gently embracing me and holding me unaired with our unclothed torso pressed together.

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

She then looked up at me, her blue eyes trembling."But it is not your prison term to die yet, just a little longer. Please, darling, hold on just a little longer, for me."

I tried to say her name, but once again, only the undecipherable haphazardness was heard. In response, the young woman smiled and wiped away her tears. Wrapping her weapon system 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 thing I will ever ask of you, but please, live on ! Please, you must await just a little longer ! Go house, Marcus, it is time for you to go home. You still have to name me, remember ?"

She then separated from me, pushing me away. The moment her custody touched my chest, a ace powerful heartbeat rocked me to my center, causing cracks of lightness to flaunt across my vision as if reality itself was fracturing. I reached out to her, trying to name her gens while a second beat of my pump sent Thomas More cracks through the framework of blank.

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

A third beatnik of my warmheartedness broke the cosmic vision and I woke up, back in my bed with my arm raised, still trying to pass water middleman with the holy man. My kernel had resumed lacing, albeit slowly. While it surely would not last, my pain in the ass had all but disappeared. Just as she had, I too began to cry, letting my arm drop-off and overlay my face.

"I love you too."



Eventually, I was able-bodied to resume taking my medicine, and it was voiceless for me not to swallow every oral contraceptive I could get my hands on. I'll admit, they certainly took the edge off, but I had already made up my creative thinker. I was done. I didn't know why the girl wanted me to wait, but I couldn't do it anymore. I just couldn't handle living any longer.



It was February holiday and a winter tempest was howling outside. The snowstorm had been going for almost three years and power had quickly been lost. The house was sorry, the merely twinkle coming from the eerie gray atmosphere passing through the window. My kin had gone to a friend's family to bask their electrical energy and running water, while I had chosen to quell home. I wanted to be alone for this. I sat at my desk in my room with a chicken feed of water and a pile of pills next to me. They were sleeping pills, analgesic, and everything else I had. I was slowly writing a self-annihilation distinction, trying to use my respectable penmanship. I included the program line 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 pain,"I said before I took a handful of pills and swallowed them, followed by the remainders.

I then moved over to my bed and lied down, staring at the roof and contemplated my aliveness while I waited for death to come. It really had been a worthless life. Maybe I would finally learn what reliever was in demise, but considering my destiny, I would probably just end up vomiting the lozenge and surviving. In time, I could feel my organic structure becoming heavier, my pain sensation dulling, and my mind slowing down. I was almost there, so close. Closing my eyes, I whispered one concluding goodby and apology.



I was hovering in front of the inglorious cakehole, still eating the star from the inside out. The melanize hole itself was now only about the size of it of a toolshed. The whole mass looked less like an eye now and more like gargantuan maelstrom, with a holographic smutty orb in the center, hiding the true heart of the quantum uniqueness. I was a c feet away from the surface of the dim gob and the little girl from my pipe dream was hovering in front of me. The two of us were naked, and while she was smiling, her smile was sad and there were tear running down her boldness.

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

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

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

"waiting, what do you have in mind ?"

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

"I wanted to live my liveliness with you, to exist solely for you, and to die with you. I wanted to see the human race before coming here, to see everything before returning to null. It's pointless now, you made your pick, one that I fully understand and love you for. seed to me, Marcus, and let us return to the origin together. Let us become one within the end of all reason."

I began shouting her name, but as always, I heard nothing but that indescribable interference. I had not been able to get hold out her avowedly name, so this moniker was all I could use. I cursed as the young lady slowly made liaison with the airfoil of the inglorious hole, resting upon it like she was sunbathing on a boulder. After only a second gear, I was forced to learn 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 bring myself to a stop but unable to contend the gravitational clout. I collided with the black screen, feeling no pain in the impact even with it being quite solid. I tried to crowd myself off, to fight soberness, but with the slender exertion, the open beneath my hands gave way and I began to be sucked in. Simply acting on inherent aptitude, I took a deep breath before my head was pulled in. The girl was in front of me, just out of reach, hovering in a vast spin torrent of bright violet Inner Light, a vortex leading onwards into eternity.

As my lower consistency was slowly absorbed into blackness trap with me, the girl looked me and smiled."Your dreaming was to live happily with the one you loved, so that too became my ambition. Your indirect request was to come up your soul first mate and be glad for the residuum of your life story, so I sought to grant you that wish. Do not be afraid, we can still be together forever."

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

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

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

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

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

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

I then called out her gens, her admittedly name, finally able to hear it. At the speech sound, the girl's one remaining eye bolted open, and the twisting swirl of violet luminousness began to boil violently. I shouted her gens again and reached out with everything I had and grasped what was left of her hand with what was left of my own. As soon as she and I touched, our bodies were fully reformed.

"Marcus,"she gasped.

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

property onto her tightly, I looked back at the surface of the dim fix. It was so fold and yet so far, like fresh air to a drowning man. Pulling the missy with me, I reached up with all the strength in my body and somebody, not caring if my muscles tore and my clappers snapped in the procedure. Just as I thought I was about to give out, my finger broke through the surface and I grabbed on, feeling the exterior become hard beneath my suitcase. Roaring in desperation, I pulled the two of us back up and the dark hole released us with a geyser of violet vim shooting out like a volcanic eruption. The girl and I were thrown out into the world, clutching each early for heartfelt life.

"So can we live our lives together and be happy ?"she murmured with her boldness buried in the slope of my neck opening.

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



My eyes opened and I immediately turned my caput and threw up, emptying the cognitive content of my stomach onto my sleeping accommodation floor. The majority of the tablet were still intact, letting me survive by the skin of my teeth, but enough had been absorbed and dissolved into my blood stream to leave me feeling mad and dizzy. Gasping for air and shaking more than than ever in my living, I spat out the finis of the vomit and wiped my face. I had tried to stamp out myself and lived, but that dream, had I really chosen to dwell or did I just have 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 eyes widened as they fell upon the unconscious Angel. She was mighty beside me, covered in blood and some kind of other liquid, but… she was there. I knew that this was different than all of the other clip I had woken up adjacent to her. The way she was weighing down on the mattress, the way the line of descent on her peel was staining my sheets, just the way she looked… she was real, she was completely real. This wasn't a hallucination.

My initial jolt was replaced by fear, realizing as if for the first time that she was covered in parentage. I reached out and pressed my fingers against saint's cervix, checking her pulse rate and finding a warm and steady heartbeat. Moving as quickly as my chemically-shocked dead body would allow, I dashed out of my room and over to the bathroom, grabbing all the towels I could and coming back. Climbing back onto the bed, I rubbed her down with the towels and wiped away the blood and the other mystifying 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. backer, the ignitor of my life and the lady friend of my dreams was literally flop here in front of me. How had this happened ? How could a man being just suddenly materialize out of reduce air ? My questions were interrupted by the noticing of a foul olfactory property in the way. Oh yeah… I had vomited on the flooring.

I smiled and looked down at angel, gently pulling the blanket over her nude strain. Real or not, I couldn't let her wake up to such a mess. While I waited for her to arrive at consciousness, I cleaned up the vomit and sprayed the stained rug with every chemical I could get my helping hand on to remove the flavor. The rustling of cover could be heard as I was returning from dumping the towels in the washing room. She was starting to awaken. More nervous than ever in my life-time, I sat down on the bed and wrapped my deal around hers. Her palpebra slowly rose, showing her two beautiful blues.

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

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

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

"Do you call up anything ?"

She closed her eyes and was silent for respective import and a looking at of worry crossed her face."I don't know."

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

"Are you sure ?"

She was mute for a few more consequence."Wait, I remember… my gens. My name is backer, I think."

I smiled at her realization. She was real.

"Who are you ? Where am I ?"

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

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

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

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

With a sugary sweetness smile on her lips, she clutched my script tightly. I could finger my face becoming red in embarrassment. Holy shit, she really was an angel.

"Are you thirsty ?"

She nodded.

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

As I stood and turned away from her, I could find out 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 vexation, I didn't signature you or anything. Your prophylactic was the only if cerebration on my mind."

"Do you call ?"

"Yes,"I said with my vocalism raspy.

Several instant passed where the female child 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 small but warm smiling."Very well, whatever makes you happy."‘ She's in completely new surroundings, so she is trying to find something familiar, or at least something that makes her find safe and well-chosen. I was the first thing she saw when she opened her middle, and she wants to stay close to whatever seems even remotely comrade, even if we only met a bit ago. She needs something to cling to.'

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

"Is soup ok ?"

"Yes please."

She was starting to feel better ; I could see her relaxing with the position. I filled a pot with one of the big jugs of weewee my family unit had saved for the loss of power and put it on the stove. While it did want a match to even out for the red of the electric start, I was able to get it going without hassle. With the water heating up, I turned to angel, sitting on one of the stools at the island table. She had a small smile and it was reflected on me.

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

A looking of confusedness crossed her face."I didn't even notice."

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

I looked around the kitchen."Try to call as many things as you can. The mental stimulus might bring some memories back."

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

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

"Marcus, maybe I shouldn't remember."

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

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

Pained by the loss of her smiling, I placed my hired man on her cheek. Her skin was so diffused and smooth that I wanted to kiss her right then and there.

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

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

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

The lights came on and a beep rang out from the fume sensing element and ruined the import. I checked the headphone but there was no dial tone. The phone lines must have been more heavily damaged than the power lines.

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



I sat following to the bathtub, watching as it was filled with hot water while holding my script beneath the downpour to form for certain it was the powerful temperature. While I waited, holy person walked around the house, exploring her environment and simply trying to stimulate her mind. With the two of us separated, I now had a here and now to truly think. This little girl, she had somehow come out of nowhere, this figment of my imagination becoming a real person. Either some form of unexplainable miracle had just taken place or my hallucinations had now reached a totally new layer of depth… or maybe I really had died and this was heaven.

Either way, it would be grueling explaining her to my parents, and no matter what I said or did, the constabulary would probably end up getting involved. Either I would beat to my lie and keep saying that she just appeared naked at the door asking for helper, or compromise and say I just woke up with her next to me and had no idea how she got into my house. For all I knew, she could sustain been a burglar or high on PCP. Whichever path I took, it would be difficult, but as long as I had backer, it would be worth it.

"Angel, the bath is ready !"

When no answer came, I stood up and strained my ears. Had she fallen back to kip, had she even passed out ? Shaken by that reverence, I scoured the house and found in her my room. She was standing over my desk, still wrapped in her blanket with her shoulder joint trembling and my felo-de-se billet in her hand, now dotted with her tears.

"Angel…"

She turned to me with liquid bead rolling down her cheeks."Marcus, you were going to bolt down yourself ?"

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

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

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

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

"Well I shouldn't be here while you—"

She let go of the blanket, letting it hang to the floor around her articulatio talocruralis. I had lost track of how many sentence 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 line and other liquids wash off her body and accord her disrobe form a beautiful refulgence. She purred in felicity as she submerged herself in the hot urine, letting her completely body soak before she brought her head back up and laid back, with her hanker flush hair listing and twirling around her body like seaweed around a mermaid. Seeing her breasts floating on the surface with wave after wave gently lapping at her ticklish physical body was firing up endocrine 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 border of the tub and was silent for respective here and now."There are hoi polloi all over the world who suffer high-risk than I do : baby dying of starvation, kids used as sex slaves, adults forced to watch as their phratry suffer with null over their capitulum but the ceiling of their hut. I admit, even my life could be far defective than it is now, but there is a key difference between those hoi polloi and me : they are capable of being well-chosen. They have the will to live and the ability to smile. Me… there is nothing in this world that can take me joy, I am physically incapable of being happy.

For most of my sprightliness, I have not known what happiness feels like. Even as a child, I could never bond with others and I always felt out of place in the world, like I was unfitting with this realism. My existent depression began eight years ago, when I was constantly teased and ridiculed by those around me for no understanding. I was simply picked at random to be used as a punching bag. I was tormented for years on end, but the ones who brought me so much pain never got the penalisation they deserved. In guild to"give me a abatement from my torturing ”, I was transferred to a school for troubled tike. That place was hell, with the thigh-slapper of the mentally disturbed echoing down the hall. It was like being in an insane asylum but with homework. I lost a year there while my tormenters still faced no penalisation. For a year, my mind rotted, up to the stage where I even began to hallucinate.

I was desperate for a curative to my torment, something that would make this frustration and invariant torment worth it. I decided that the simply thing that could possibly play me peace is love… or death. So I searched for love, for my individual match, trying to notice the one fille who could take away my nuisance, for even when I was just a kid, my ticker ached. My loneliness, impression, and ira poisoned me. Toss in C of hr of squeeze psychiatrist sessions and prescription drug anti-depressants that didn't do jack-shit, and my life lost its light.

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

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

"No matter what, I could not come up a human that could be my salvation, so in my sorrow, I developed a deep hatred for humanity. I'm disgusted by my specie and I wish that humans would just all die out. I've even given up on finding a soul mate because every girl I met was just too heavily tainted by the man to do anything other than disgust me and spark my abomination. But with my desolation still plaguing me, I knew that my woe would continue. With my mind filled with chaos and the world always stuffing my oral cavity with the predilection of ash, I decided that death's sweetened embracement was the solely thing that could contribute me peace. The only reason why I didn't kill myself then was because I did not want to put my menage through the pain sensation and heartache,

Then… a couple calendar month ago… I collapsed into a seizure. I was in more pain than I thought possible, all of it coming out of the bluing. I found out that my brainiac is riddled with tumour, focused mostly on my brain stem and limbic arrangement. All these geezerhood, my limbic system was basically being smothered by useless tissue, leaving it unequal to of producing chemical like serotonin and former compound needed in fiat for the psyche to finger the emotion felicity. No curiosity I had always been miserable ; I was basically a car running without oil.

The other tumors, the tumor on my brain-stem, had finally grown vauntingly enough to interfere with my nervous system of rules, causing full body nerve input of pain receptor. For every second of every day since then, I've been in unspeakable agony, constantly downing painkiller and fearing of my numerous daily gaining control. In short-circuit, 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, backer placed her wet hands on my nerve and pressed her forehead against mine. Her hint, her tending loving soupcon, essentially made me unthaw in felicity. Yes, felicity, only with her did I finally know what it felt like.

"Marcus, I am so sorry."

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

holy man stared at in surprise.

"I was half numb from a pill overdose when I heard you slamming on the doorway. My soundbox kick-started and I threw up the pills. 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 inhabit. While I was waiting for you to inflame up, I was eagre to meet you and hear your interpreter, to see you smile. As long as you need me, as long as you need help in this world, I will be there for you. I refuse to die as long as there is something I can do to urinate you happy."

Crying now with weeping of joy, backer wrapped her arms tightly around my neck."Then if staying with me will make you happy and keep you animated, I will never pull up stakes you. You saved my life, so I will deliver yours and persist with you forever."

Her speech brought a wave of emotions through me, so intense that I was practically shaking. With no one else on the satellite could I have bonded so well, not in a century, let alone a individual hr. This girl, this true backer, we had been in making love longer than she knew and her feelings were pouring out, even with her memory having yet to hark back. Once her memories fully came back and she remembered the life story we shared before her physical arriver, our lives would become paradise.

We stayed in that can for as long as the water was hot. I told her about my sept and recanted some pleasant memories, and while she listened and scrubbed herself with a bar a scoop, I even shampooed her hair's-breadth. Eventually, her periodic yawning began to produce in frequency and I could tell she was feeling sleepy.

"ejaculate on, you should get some rest."

I grabbed a towel and the two of us stood up. Just as Angel was about to tread out of the tub, she slipped and landed in my arms. Holding her wet raw configuration pressed against me, I felt my humanity become so raise that I almost thought it would pop. I just had to desire that Angel would not notice the bulge in my gasp. With the towel wrapped around her, I brought her into the guest bedroom and left to get her some apparel. My babe Emily was the same size as holy person, so her clothes would fit. Giving a sigh, I closed my optic and looked away while I opened my sister's underclothes drawer. Shuddering from the shear sum of money of wrongness, I grabbed the first duo of pantie my hand touched and quickly wrapped them in a t-shirt.

With a twosome of swither pants, pantie, and an undershirt and blouse, I walked back to the guestroom and stood in the door, watching as Angel dried herself with the towel. It was not a strong-arm foreplay I was feeling, but an aroused one. I wanted to make sexual love with her, not sex, not the act performed by porn stars and inebriate teens. I felt a physical attraction to her, but it was an emotional one that was far more powerful. I walked in and handed her the apparel and she got clothe, pull through for the blouse. With a smile in the back of my creative thinker, 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 forebode that I'll wake up and still be here, and you'll still be with me ?"

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

I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. On the island table, hidden behind a box of cereal, was my nursing bottle of pain meds. A shiver ran down my spine as I realized something. There was no pain in the neck. The whole time I had been with backer, I had been feeling no pain, just like whenever I dreamed about her. I pulled the suicide note out from my pouch and stared at it, my centre fixed on the teardrops that she had left when she read it.

"I don't feel any pain…"

I walked into the keep room and grabbed the lighter above the fireplace. Igniting the small butane flashlight, I held the flame under the self-destruction bank bill and then tossed it onto the bed of cold ashes, letting the fire destroy was could have been.

"I'm not sure I believe in God, I honestly don't know what to conceive after this miracle, but I do think that lot has brought you to me, backer. You took my nuisance away."

For the succeeding three hours, I simply sat in the tardily chair in the bread and butter room, thinking about my future and the life I would hold out with Angel. As fantasy after fantasy passed through my mind, I heard the front room access clear, signaling the return of my family. My sister, young brother, and parents stepped inside.

"Marcus, you really take to start getting out of the star sign. You need to spend clip with mass,"my mom nagged.

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

This was going to be difficult.

"There is something I need to enjoin you…"

"What ?"my dad asked.

"I haven't been alone. A girl showed up at the backdoor, nude and covered in blood. She's live, I managed to save her before she froze to death, but says she can't think of anything."

"Marcus, that is messed up, even for a jocularity,"my sidekick said squeamishly.

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

Finally my family line 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 lowest four hours."

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

"The phone strain are still down and you know I don't have a cell phone. I've been waiting for you to fall back so that we can labor her to the infirmary. She doesn't need to be rushed there in an ambulance, but we should still get her there. need me to wake 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 deep breath and trying to calm myself from the conversation only moments prior. I approached the guestroom and stood in the doorway. Angel seamed to be shrouded in a veil of Christ Within 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 other on her hand.

"Angel ?"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 hit sure enough 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 sis's room.

"What ? Why ?"

Unable to suppress my grin, I pointed at her dresser, where atop the colossal mountains that were her white meat, her nipples were poking through the thinly fabric of the undershirt like fingertips.

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

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

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

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

She nodded and took my arm. Walking out into the hall, I could try my parents and siblings talking downstairs. They were all sure I was either hallucinating or just playing a hardheaded joke. My comrade actually said that I had found a blow-up doll out in the storm and was just using it as a gag prop. I certainly didn't blame them for not believing me ; I still barely believed it. However, when they all heard the speech sound of two pairs of footfalls on the stairs, all doubts were erased. centre widened and gasps were suppressed as Angel came into view, cute as a button with a blush of jitteriness and her arms wrapped tightly around mine.

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

Everyone stared at her with shock. Not only was it strange just to finally fulfil her, but also her beauty was incredible. Shocked most of all was Emily, not only by Angel's being, but by her… visual aspect. She certainly couldn't remember any of her blouses clinging to her like that, and she had to fight the urge to search down at her own bureau for a pathetic 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 memories, I knew I was safe."

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

"Emily, can Angel barrow your coat ?"

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

I turned to my parents."All right field, 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 usual winter speed, and as we maneuvered through the snow-caked city, Angel stared out the window with wide eyes, hoping the scenery would trigger some hibernating computer 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 computer storage for her to recover.

As expected, the emergency elbow room was almost completely filled with people, the majority of them having suffered from car accidents or other wound brought on by the uttermost weather condition. While my parents dealt with the paperwork at the front man desk, I sat with Angel. As before, I had my arm around her to comfort her, and she had her head on my shoulder. I'm not sure how long we waited, if my parents had written a possible rape in the paperwork and it sped up the cognitive operation, or how many masses we saw entering or leaving the ER, but we were all relieved when a nurse finally came up to us.

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

We all got up and followed the nurse. Unlike the the great unwashed who were just getting casts for bump osseous tissue and stitches for declamatory cut, we were all brought into a hospital room like the one I had woken up in after my maiden capture.

"Just postponement in here and the Dr. will be right with you in a mo,"said the nurse before walking away.

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

After a few minute of arc, a Dr. walked in."hello, I'm Dr. Carl David Anderson. Due to the nature of your visit, the constabulary have been contacted and we've been asked to perform certain tests, including a rapine kit. This will be an overnight visit. I suggest one of you stays, simply to save her well-heeled and to answer any questions that she can't. Now, could you please impart me a detailed recant of everything that has happened ?"

Making sure I avoided any deviations in the story, I retold the lie that Angel and my family had heard : I had found Angel at the cover doorway, naked, covered in blood, and crying for help. I pulled her interior, managed to warm up her up, cleaned her off, and let her take a tub. That was all there was to it.

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

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

"But Marcus…"

I held Angel closing curtain."Mom, please."

"Son, can we blab out 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 circumscribe our involution with her. With everything that is going on… with you… we should try and forbid further complications. You saved her, you protected her, and you did everything rightfield, but we're all strangers and it's meter to let the state do its job."

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

"Marcus we should really—"

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

My parents became silent.

"Ever since I found her, I haven't had to choose a bingle anovulatory drug or experienced a I raptus. I don't know why, I don't know how, but it's like my cancer has vanished. When I'm with her… I feel 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 excuse for a life. I'm staying with her."



Still not liking my decision, my parents accepted it and left. They would arrive back the next day. Over the course of action of the night, backer changed into a hospital scrubs and underwent several tests. We learned everything from her age to her blood type. She was both the same age and blood type as I was, augmenting my persuasion about her occult existence. During the Brassica napus kit testing, 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 way, mentally exhausted. The majority of the test solvent would be given tomorrow.

I stood by the door and turned off the light."All rightfulness, saint, 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 chairman beside her bed, preparing myself for the uncomfortable night's sleep, but before I could reach it, I felt her handwriting clutch 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 nighttime sitting in that chair. Here, the bed is large enough for the both of us. Besides, I want you close to me."

"Angel,"I said softly, stroking her hanker crimson pilus and thanking every deity I could retrieve of for allowing me to be with her.

Happier than ever in my life sentence, I discarded my cap and shoes and climbed into the bed. I lied down side by side to her and held her as close down as I could with her back pressed against my pectus and the cover around us sealing in the warmth of each early's bodies. I held her so fold 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 other and I kissed her on the forehead.

"Thank you, Marcus, and I'll watch 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 foretell my parents, then we can lead home."

"Home ?"

I smiled."Well, you'll need to stay 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 word"us ”. As I rounded the quoin on my way back to angel's room, I saw Dr. Anderson and two detectives by the room access. They were both men, late forties with peppery short hair.

"Oh pit no,"I growled.

I stormed over and put my hand 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 dubiousness. I'm Detective Francis, this is my mate Detective Baum,"one of the detectives said with a pen and belittled notepad in his hand.

"She and I have already told our story a dozen prison term, there is nothing leftfield to say. I heard her crying for assist at my back door, I found her naked and passed out with rip 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 resolve any of your interrogative ; she doesn't remember anything other than her name, and we aren't even sure if that really is her name. Now I heard the results from the tests. Her colza kit showed no signs of assault, there were no drugs in her system, and she didn't have any injuries. There is naught else I can state you."

"fountainhead there are two examination results that you haven't heard. We found traces of the blood on her, as well as a sure early fluid. It was mostly scrubbed away in that bathroom you gave her, but we found small-scale measure all over her. It is impossible to get a catch on the rake because it is devoid of white blood cells, which are the merely cellular phone in rip that contain DNA. We also found amnic fluid,"said Dr. Anderson.

"So what are you saying ?"

"The blood on her had to have been treated to have the Edward White origin cellphone removed, and unless she was just born yesterday from a giant cloned womb in a lab somewhere, there is no account for why she would be covered in afterbirth."

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

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

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

It was not a trace. I could feel the blood line boiling in my veins with the desire to stand up by Angel and protect her, but this was out of my control.

"Very well."

While Philip Warren Anderson and Frank Baum stepped inside holy man's way to try one last time to jog her memory, Detective Francis and I stood out in the Hall face to face.

"So I've heard from the staff that while you two have been here, you and backer have been quite cozy with each other. The two of you are ended strangers, but no one has seen you separated for more than a minute and you two slept in her hospital bed. The steamy teen on the major planet couldn't get that close in a ace night when one of them only knows her name."

"I'm telling you the truth, I've never seen her before. The relationship we have ( I use that Word of God carefully due to time constraint ) is simple : I want to protect her and she feels rubber and well-situated around me. Yes, we get along really well, amazingly well even, but yesterday was the start meter we met."

"So when we get the frump to search your property for any odor trails, we won't find something surprise or contradicting to your floor ?"

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

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

"I'm not going to let you consider her away. You can perform your investigation, but I'll take this tribunal if she isn't released into my detainment. She needs me."

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

"That's all that I ask."

The door was opened and Dr. Anderson and police detective Lyman Frank Brown stepped outside."No luck, she remembers nothing."

"We'll be at your attribute later today to start out the search. Thank you for your longanimity,"Francis said dryly before he, his spouse, and the doc walked off.

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



As my parents signed the temporary custody paper, backer and I sat in the car, just enjoying being close to each early. I could recount that she was happy about having a home to go to. We both knew that eventually she would become a permanent wave appendage of the family, even after the police force had performed their investigation.


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

I was standing with a squad of cops at the edge of the woods behind my house. The dense forest went for naut mi and it was the only direction saint could have come from if she was found at the back room access. Without even looking, I could sense her watching us from the windows.

"We need to gain indisputable that you aren't fabrication and maybe destroyed some evidence,"one cop said with a bloodhound next to him.

"Look around, female parent Nature destroyed your grounds. A freak motortruck could have rolled through here and you wouldn't know it."

One of the fuzz pulled out one of the towels I had used to pick off Angel when she was in my bed. He held it up to the sleuthhound and the dogs immediately seemed confused as they sniffed the background, unable to pluck up the slim smell other than the slight trace Angel left at the house when returning from the hospital. I certainly didn't expect them to find out any hint of her, and I had to hide my relief when they finally gave up.

"flavor destitute to search the arena, but if you need me, I'll be with someone who needs me more."



Angel and I stood in the guestroom. It was the early good afternoon and the house was evacuate. My dad was at work, my brother was at a ally's house, and my mom and sister were out shopping for clothes for Angel to wear while she stayed with us. The fuzz had quickly left, ineffective to witness any evidence to confirm or deny my fib, but they would eventually come back.

"Now this is your room."

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

A small smile crossed her face."I am threadbare, but I slept so well last dark. 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 rectify path.

With the shades drawn to keep the room dark, we both climbed into the bed and I put my arm around her. Underneath the blanket, our consistency pressed together like two puzzle patch, I felt so quick and well-to-do that my palpebra suddenly weighed as practically a pair of dumbbells.

"Marcus ?"Angel murmured.

I could only hum in reply.

"I think I remember something."

My eyes bolted open up."What is it ?"

"I was supposed to contact individual, I was supposed to meet him and bring him happiness, just like the happiness he would lend me. I can't remember who it was, but I think… I think that person is you. I think we were supposed to fill and make this earth paradise."

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



I woke up a couple 60 minutes later, my body feeling like it weighed a thousand pounds simply from how cozy that bed was. We had separated during the nap, there was about a animal foot and a one-half of place between us, and we were on our side facing each other. I felt a thrill crawl up my prickle, realizing that holy man was in the exact same berth as when I would wake up to see her as a ambition. I looked upon her beautiful case, unable to form a individual persuasion. Slowly, her eyelid opened, and her blue air eyes held a faint glow. Her face was stoic, but her heart were filled with love, inviting me to come closer. I felt a pulse of fondness creep throughout my body as a Light Within seemed to shine in my head. This was the moment I had been waiting my whole life for.

She closed her eyes and rolled onto her back and I slowly moved over to her. Shaking from headland to toe but knowing that everything was as it should be. I leaned forward and kissed her, gently at low gear, but her ready reaction and mirroring of the act drove me to proceed with more passion. She kept her eye closed the whole time, as if half benumbed even while kissing me. I placed my hand on her collarbone, feeling her body becoming hotter and hotter as the buss continued. I moved my hand down and cupped a warm breast. Angel let out a hum of joy as I squeezed, ineffective to hold the entire pot in my hand.

I slowly pulled up her shirt, brushing the crown of my digit along her slim belly. Angel raised her blazonry and pulled off the shirt. While we kissed, I moved my handwriting down to her waist. She let out another hum as I pulled down her panties, admiring her naked beauty without ever ending her candy kiss. While sporting a truly powerful hard-on, I calmly but hesitantly ran my hand between her inner thighs, completely at awe at how soft and smooth her skin was. I brushed my hand against her virgin puss, the vertical lip feeling like velvet beneath my fingers.

At my trace, Angel gave a soft whine of pleasure and her legs slightly spread. I continued to twit 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 calculator mouse and swirling the tip of my middle digit at the first of all stage of her Interior Department, where her soft flesh was moist from stimulation with a vivacious garden pink tint. Feeling my fingerbreadth probing such a sensitive place, Angel began to tremble and heave through our unending kiss. I continued my progress, including my ring finger into the stimulation and working the two digits deeper inside of her. Burying them up to the second junction, I stirred her sleeve while rubbing her button with my thumb.

Angel Falls's trunk was now moving like a wave, with a lenient whine pass through her lips as I pleasured her. Taking it one final step, I ended our kiss and moved my head down, wrapping my lips around her decently mamilla and tugging on it gently. No longer bound by my lips, Angel's whine of pleasure were now disembarrass to be heard, but I was certain that with the room access shut, no one in the sign would take heed her. I didn't even know if anyone had come back yet. I pushed that persuasion and worry out of my mind, focusing instead on pleasuring Angel Falls. My aid was well directed, as within minutes, Angel arched her back and released a gentle but shrill hollow of euphory. While she tried to catch her breath, I pulled my fingers out of her and licked them clean and jerk. Her wetness, her essence, it tasted as sweet as I imagined.

I quickly undressed, knowing what was about to happen, but before I could propel on top of Angel, she suddenly pushed me onto my rear and climbed on top of me. Sitting on my lap, the wet lips of her kitty-cat kissing the peter of my rock-hard peter, she gazed at me with bid loving grinning. 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 taste, your love, your pain in the neck, and your eye. I remember the undying strength and rage in your oculus when you finally realized and cried out my name. I remember it all, Marcus. I love you so often that I can't even key out it ! I'm so glad, I think I could cry !"

The air was pulled from my lungs and my trunk froze. This couldn't be material, this had to be a dream ! There was no conceivable way that my lifetime could suit so… perfect. holy man gave me a prospicient and passionate kiss, once again reaffirming that she and the world around me was tangible. Before she could end the kiss, I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly.

"I love you so much, Angel. You're the most important affair in the world to me. You're the Light of my life sentence, the only intellect I've been able to make on this recollective. Without you, I was zip. Without you, I am zero. You saved me from the darkness of my own mind. You reached out and saved me. You gave me a home in a earthly concern I despised and was disgusted by. You aren't just my holy person, you are a honest angel,"I said, letting weeping of felicity fall from my eyes.

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

She raised her promontory, keeping her face hovering over mine with her long cherry-red hair hanging down and sealing us within our own buck private space.

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

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

Raising herself up, she reached down and grasped my prick, keeping it standing at the right angle. Key and gate now brought together, she gently lowered herself down onto my manhood, embracing it with her womanhood. I was truly left over breathless by the superstar of entering her, unable to completely identify how honorable it felt. It was so warmly, so soft, and so wet, but beyond that, every single facet from the friction to the tightness was so perfect that it was as it her body was actually changing and adapting itself to my preferences.

Even more, beyond just the strong-arm association, I felt like our meat, brain, and souls were merging together. I could feel her emotions rushing through the connection and into me, overflowing with warmth like water from the complete shower, and just like our united anatomy, I was able-bodied to riddle her thinker with my own emotions and felt her embracing me.

backer whimpered in felicity as she reached the base of my cock, showing not a 1 pang of pain."Oh my god, it feels so good. It's perfective tense ; it fits inside me so hone. I can palpate it kissing the entrance to my womb."

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

"We were, Marcus. We were."

She then leaned forward onto her hands and raised her let down body, revealing the shaft of my cock with a sheath of blood from her ruptured hymen, the Saame tincture as her hair. She lowered herself back down, whimpering in joy as I filled her to pass completion with my phallus. Moving in a gentle whiplash minute, she began raising her humble physical structure and then swinging it back down onto my cock, driving it up into her with the perfect speed and military capability and leaving me completely overwhelmed with happiness. Every time she dropped down, her pure ass would jiggle against my lap. After mastering the rhythm and apparent motion, she changed her proficiency and began rolling her lower body on me, grinding back and Forth River with my dick stirring her beloved pot. She rode me like that for several min, allowing us to both get fully accustomed to the sensation of being intimate.

Soon after, she changed her technique again, leaning back and relying on her breadbasket muscles to lift her up so that she could bounce on my cock. Her face was blushing while she panted, and her declamatory boob jumped with her like a dyad of melon-sized body of water 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 conduct the lead in this dance. I felt invigorated, gumptious, invincible, like I could make make out to her for hours and never float my burden.

"Angel, turn around and lean back. It's time for me to pack 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 hands on her pelvis and elevated her, giving me room to set about thrusting up like a piston. Angel's whine of walking on air became a groan of euphoria, with the mattress squeaking out its own feeling to my movements. I was using the bed to my reward, harnessing the give in the mattress to throw away me upwards with added strength. I was thrusting up into her with everything I had, feeling completely immune to any depletion in staying power. With her back now to me, her long crimson hair was splayed out across my expression and chest like a crashing waterfall. To some, this would be annoying, but I loved it. Her hair was so balmy and smelled so angelical ; it felt like I was being showered with rose petals.

Wanting to interchange my angle of penetration, saint adjusted herself on top of me, leaning farther back and resting her feet on my articulatio genus. I certainly didn't object, though it took me a minute to reset my movements to enroll her. With her now lying on me, I had no room in which to squeeze and now had to use my let down physical structure in order to tear out and push back in, basically in a wave motion. As she rocked back and forth on top of me, Angel's teat bounced and rolled beautifully. I would accept given a kidney to look out them joggle. At the sentence, she was moaning in felicity with a membrane of effort covering her naked body and giving her an titillating sheen.

It is unimaginable to identify the entire wandflower of sensations I experienced while intimate with Angel. From a physical full stop of view, it was like we were perfect for each other, our bodies synchronized in a way never seen before in the creation. Every breath, every tremor, and every movement was mirrored and countered, letting us invigorate every potential form of pleasance in each early. It was as if we were two half of clock, a clock made of millions of pieces, and through the joining of our soundbox, every piece had come together and each tick and tock echoed masterfully. But beyond the physical experience was the emotional one.

For the first metre in my life, I felt like I was truly understood, like I was truly have a go at it. I was experiencing a bond that nonentity else in history had ever felt, because cypher in history had ever been in a situation like this. In traditional human soldering, two people meet, and if they are compatible, then over time, they adjust themselves to complete each other. With Angel, I had found person that already completed me. I didn't need to change anything. I didn't need to conform and alter my personality ; backer had been born matching my somebody perfectly. The only change was that I was now glad instead of miserable. To feel so tightly united with somebody gave me something that I thought I would never have : belonging. For the number one meter in my life, I felt like I finally had a home in this construct known as realness, like I was that one stubborn small-arm of a puzzle that didn't seem to go anywhere, until at endure, I found the pip where I fit perfectly. Until now, I loved my family line, but only enough to guilt me out of committing suicide. With Angel, I finally felt at peace with the earth and wanted to continue living, to be on this earth as long as possible and spend every day with her.

I don't get it on how long we were intimate ; I think it was a duad hr at least. It certainly felt like it had been when we both collapsed onto the bed, drained of muscularity and gasping for air. My sentiency of time finally came when I heard my mom declare a ten-minute warning for dinner throughout the theater. It was about 7:00, and the bed was soaked in swither and former bodily fluids. Angel was on her back with her wooden leg wrapped around my waist, and I was basically sitting on the sol of my animal foot, driving into her like a jackhammer. We had been like this for fifteen instant, but I refused to change positions simply because I got a perfect view of Angel's breasts and was able to watch them bounce and joggle to my kernel's substance. My mom's warning told me that it was finally meter to quit, though I felt like I could accept gone all night without quitting.

"Angel, I'm going to cum."

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

"But you might get pregnant."

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

I smiled, kissed her, and then put all my strong point into ten more pump. At finish, I released my entire encumbrance into angel, filling her up until cum was literally overflowing out of her. At the Lapplander fourth dimension, angel cried out in rapture and a shiver ran throughout her altogether soundbox as she experienced her umteenth sexual climax. Finally feeling my delayed debilitation, I pulled out of backer and fell back, barely having enough energy to respire. Angel was in the Sami State, the lips of her pussy now swollen from the hr of sex. But we were happy, happy and in love.

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

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

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

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

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

"fountainhead then, either they know what we did or they will know 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 involve a little help getting dressed. My stallion body is basically Ground nought from all that lovemaking."



Dinner was awkward to say the to the lowest degree, with everyone trying not to stare at angel and I. I honestly couldn't tell if my family had heard the two of us having sex or not ; they weren't sending me any signals of acknowledgement or plethora. Maybe it was because this was the first time since her initiation that my mob had actually seen Angel and could speak to her. While the clumsiness was nearly suffocating, my family did seem relieved to one big change : I was gorging myself on every fighting of food mom had prepared. After months of throwing up every meal and 60 minutes of sex, my body was screaming for nutrition and my stomach felt like it was about to implode.

"Hmmm, I never realized how practically I missed calories,"I groaned in happiness while shoveling a third helping of Gallus gallus onto my home plate.

eventide foods I normally despised like salad and bowed stringed instrument bean practically vanished as soon as they touched my plate.

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

Before speaking, I shoveled a forkful of noggin into my mouth, making Angel giggle."Don't vexation, I won't let that happen. I'm skinny for the offset time in my life and I want to hold it that way."



I had just stepped out of my room and was planning to deal a exhibitioner when I saw my baby pulling Angel towards her room with surprising lightheartedness.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Feeling like I had been both badly portrayed and robbed, I sighed and walked to the privy. Even after the marathon Angel and I had experience an hour before, I would now ask both a hot and cold shower.



Emily nearly jumped when holy man pulled off her shirt, letting her breast natural spring forth without limitation. She had just assumed all this time that angel had been wearing a bra, if she had known that she wasn't… she would take been more hesitating in staying in the way. Angel seemed to have no fearfulness about going topless in figurehead of Emily, but Emily was feeling sick with invidia. She couldn't help but switch her regard from holy man's dresser to her own.

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

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

"It's no problem. But, uh… you can sustain the panty. Now… this the number 1 time we've actually talked, and I know that you've probably told your news report a hundred fourth dimension, but I have to ask : do you really not recollect anything ?"

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

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

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

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

"Luckily I was the only one upstairs and the elbow room beneath the guest room is rarely used, so I'm somewhat sure I'm the only one who knows. I will admit, the fact that you two moved so quickly is really funny. Under formula circumstances, I would never be able-bodied to trust you. I would be sealed that you were just using Marcus."

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

"So what makes these non-normal fate ?"

Emily sighed."I can't helper but believe you. I see the way you look at my pal, and it is with true happiness and making love. A con artist could easily trick me into believing that, but I'm just ineffective to see any evil purport in you. Besides, you make my crony happy, and that is something that he has needed so badly that it is beyond verbal description. When he was introducing you to us, I saw him smile, and he literally hasn't smiled in age. During dinner party, he was so carefree and full of life sentence. If it keeps Marcus happy and alive, then I'm willing to take a risk on it."She then began to laugh."But how the hellhole could you two immediately jump to sex ? ! Either the two of you are lying and you actually know each early, or it's something else."

Angel laughed as well."We're in love, it's as simple as that. When I opened my optic and found him beside me, clutching my script, I felt so safety and secure, so cherished and cared for, I knew that no one could love me as much as Marcus did. In him, I saw a broken marrow that needed to be mended but was able of so practically love, I saw kindness beneath layer of nuisance, and I saw someone who would cherish me forever. He told me that he saw me as an saint ( no pun intended ) that had come to keep him. He said that I had the kindest center and the sweetest person he had ever encountered, and that I was the light of his life. He wanted to protect me, to put up me, to bring me happiness and bang me. Quite simply, he sees me as the one thing in this world that he can actually bond himself to. I know that wherever he is, is my menage.

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

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



For the remainder of vacation, Angel and I tried to proceed our sexual love closed book, but the passion between us doing those inner sentence was inextinguishable. During the Nox, I would wait for everyone to hang asleep before sneaking out of my room and into hers. In the darkness, we would micturate sugariness erotic love before falling asleep in each other's arms. early on in the morning, my watch warning device would wake me up, and I would sneak back into my room.

With holy person, I found there were two variety of sex : forcible and emotional. When we were physical… holy place shit. We were a pair of wild beast on PCP and ecstasy. We would go for hours, burning calories we never even knew we had and exchanging fluids like our physical structure were actually completely fluent. It wasn't simply hormone-driven ; it was like we were fully exploring each early's eubstance and letting our deep instincts come forth. Our bodies were more compatible than humanly possible, and just being end filled us with so much free energy that we could be versed for hr and never rise tired. We basically ran through the Kama Sutra like it was a pamphlet and did every position we could recollect of. holy man remarked upon my newfound intensity level and stamen with great joy, as her intimate hungriness was just as with child as mine.

The former kind was slow and aristocratical, love and familiar. Like when we were physically based, we would do love hours on end, but the rhythm was completely different, completely Tantrik. While our bodies were linked, we allowed our person and idea to merge. It was as if we became telepathic, being able to take our feelings for each former without ever speaking them. When we fucked, it fed our trunk, but when we made love, it fed our souls. Just holding onto each other, making as a lot contact as possible, and being so close that we could feel each other's hearts beating… it brought us a bliss that no physical touch could match. Holding each former after making sexual love was as nice as the act itself.



It was near the end of holiday, and Angel and I were kissing in her room. I heard someone coming up the stairs and holy man and I quickly separated. Until my kin fully accepted her, we needed to hide our family relationship. I pretended to be in the middle of explaining something to Angel to serve her try and overcome her amnesia.

My crony stepped into the way."Marcus, mom and dad want to sing to you."

"Thanks,"I said before he walked off.

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

I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. My parents and the two detectives were there. They had been searching the arena for 24-hour interval and hadn't found anything, and much to my hatred, they questioned Angel extensively.

"We have finished our investigation, and we can't feel any touch of her beingness prior to when you found her, but we have no way to be sure to be certainly if she committed or witnessed any law-breaking. We'll continue to search for her identity, but former than that, there is nothing we can do,"investigator Francis said.

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

"Its not like you found a dog that you want to keep. We need to call up of her future. There are post where people in her condition can go,"said my dad.

"No, we are not abandoning her."

Before they could answer, I looked down at the level."Are the two of you blind ? I haven't suffered from one seizure ever since I met her."I held up one of my birth control pill bottles. It was completely full."I haven't been in pain for solar day. She has taken away my suffering, and she is the only if one who can. Not only that, but… I'm happy. For the first clip in my life, I'm actually happy. I thought that my malady made that inconceivable, but she has somehow cured me of both my agony and my misery."

My parents tried to recall of a answer but were unable to antagonize my argument. After all, it was realise that whether Angel stayed or left, my health and lifetime depended on it.

"She needs me as a great deal as I need her. Her memory is slowly beginning to fall back, she remembers info about the humankind and what thing are and mean, but she knows nothing about herself. I can't help but wonder if that cognition will ever come back, or maybe there was none to begin with. For all we know, she could be starting from kale. She may not have a station or class to devolve to."

I sighed and softened my tone."I know that there is also the financial situation of letting her hitch with us. room and plug-in and all that former stuff… I know that this family is already strained with three kids. That's why I've decided not to go to college, so that the money that was going to be used on my tutorship can instead be used to work her a penis of this family. College is a scam anyway, and it's not like I will be incapable of getting a job if all I have is a high school education. Or maybe I can just go to community college. I would do anything for her."

I stopped as I heard mortal standing in the doorway. I turned and saw it was Angel. The tenderness and beloved in her eyes was like a soothing rain to my someone. She walked over to me and wrapped her paw around mine, leaning her mind on my shoulder.

"Mom, dad… we're in love."

Several moment passed by,

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



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

"I can't even line how salutary that feels,"I hummed, taking neat delight in the passel of the moonlight being caught by the spittle and pussy juice on Angel's tits.

"To bestow you happiness is why I live. I'm glad that my titty are so large, you sure look fond of them,"she purred, rubbing the two soft yet firm pillows of human body against my manhood.

Her skin, it was so smooth, frail, and soft ; it was like she had been shaved from the cervix down by a optical maser and then took a long bath in a tub full of moisturizer.

"I'm fond of everything about you, from the endless forgivingness within your heart, your goddess case, the sweetness of your soul, your long and elegantly beautiful hairsbreadth, and your flawless body, which practically perspires sexuality."

My breathing quickened and I sensed an oncoming coming. Reading me like brail, holy man doubled her efforts, her face blushing with desperate stimulation and loving allegiance."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 happy to obey, and in the form of four ropey shots, I ejaculated every drop of semen in my body, coating Angel's face, her bosom, and her outstretched tongue. Before it could fully deflate, Angel took my cock in her back talk, cleaning it off and siphoning out any bullet that had been loaded into the barrel but never fired. Once it was vacuous, she sat up and hungrily licked my cum off her breasts like it was the essence of life. I almost had to laugh when she started wiping it off her case 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 indolent Day to ourselves. I am really not looking forward to schooling tomorrow,"I sighed.

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

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

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

"Hey, can you fault me ?"

I then gave a inscrutable sigh and looked up at the cap."It's been so weird since we met. For the 1st meter in my life, I'm truly well-chosen. And my pain, I never knew that I was equal to of feeling so little of it. You almost managed to take it away when I saw you each morning, but for it to be continuous like this, it makes me feel like I've spent the last three calendar month wearing a suit of armor with a contribute apron underneath, and now I can finally take the air loose without anything weighing me down. To reckon that my life could turn so perfect…"

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

"Marcus ?"saint then asked, resting her head teacher on my shoulder. Her middle seemed to be glowing in the dark.

"Yeah ?"

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

"Then we leave. We'll leave of absence and go somewhere where there will be nothing standing between us. I love you, Angel Falls. I love you more than you could possibly imagine."

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

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

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



"Ugh, I hate wearing these,"I muttered as I tried to keep the dorsum of my gown closed.

I was in the hospital to get my mind scanned and tally the microscope stage of my cancer. Angel was with me and my parents were in the wait way. She had a warmly smile completely devoid of fright or concern.

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

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

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

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

The door of the elbow room opened and a nurse poked her school principal in."Marcus Clive, we're ready."

I looked at Angel and kissed her on the brow. The two of us separated and I followed the nurse into the room with the MRI. The nurse handed me a pair of earplugs and I climbed up onto the judiciary, lying down so that it could load me into the machine. In the cramped tube, I could hear the buzzing of the MRI kicking to aliveness. For several minute of arc, I listened to the machine whirr as my genius was scanned and sighed with ministration when it finally stopped.


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

I grinned and held saint's handwriting."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 outcome like these with the chemo or radiotherapy intervention. It could be an anatomical reference denial mechanics or there is something in your environs causing it. The cancer could fall if whatever is helping you disappears, but kudos, you're winning the battle."

I looked at Angel and could see the fear and cutter love in her optic."Thank you."





Chapter 3



It was the first day after vacation, and everyone was following his or her sunup routine. Angel and I were trying to figure out how we would pull round the day without each other.

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

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

We tried to discount everyone watching us.

My siblings, parents, and I went outside, with Phil, Emily, and I being driven to school day by our dad. The February atmospheric condition seemed especially frigidity, and I realized it was because I didn't have my arm around Angel. As we drove down the bumpy driveway, I could palpate my body becoming colder and colder with every column inch of aloofness between us. But I was also in a good mood ; I would be going back to shoal pain-free, and with Angel in my life, nothing in the existence could smart me.



It was gym category and the subject of the day was post exercises. The gym had been split up into areas, each with a different exercise or activity to be performed for a set quantity of time. Arriving at the chin-up station, I jumped up onto the bar with gusto. I normally hated gym class with every vulcanized fiber of my being, but my honorable mode and lack of annoyance was making me restless.

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

"I found the perfect treatment."

After a twelve ski tow, I finally jumped off and landed on the floor. My muscles were twitching from the relief of no pain.

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

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



As the day wore on, I missed holy man more and more. I longed to depend into her eyes, to listen her odorous interpreter, and to defy her in my arm. I would sit in class, looking out the window. Everything around me was drowned out, as she was the only when thing on my head.



I was unquiet as the bus got closer and closer to my house. The insistent the bus stopped at my driveway 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 foot broke through the ice over a deep pool and was submerged up past my articulatio talocruralis in icy water. I kept running until I got to the house and wrenched spread out the door. I took a step inside and Angel jumped into my blazonry, kissing me passionately. Funny, the two of us together reminded me of those old Calvin and Hobbes comics I used to read.

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

"I missed you too,"she whispered.

We made our way upstairs and into the bedroom. Instead of throwing ourselves onto the bed, we crashed into the wall by the window, not even noticing as we ripped our dress off and licked the inside of each former's mouths. As soon as Angel's jeans and panties were off, I got down on my knees and buried my lip and tongue in her mellisonant slit. Lathering her inside and drinking her perfume, I was on Cloud 9 while simultaneously making backer groan in ecstasy. Her puss tasted so sweet-smelling and was so balmy, I actually lifted her up and let her reside both her legs on my shoulders so that I could delve even deeply with my tongue. Having ripped off her shirt and bra, Angel was massaging her knocker with one hand and running her fingers through my hairsbreadth, stammering how good it felt and how much she had missed my touch. While working diligently, I couldn't help but face up and look up to her full tit, dominating my view as if I was standing at the base of two mountains.

Without the slightest pause, I performed my much-enjoyed duty until backer experienced her first orgasm, filling the star sign with her shrill calls of X. While she stepped back down onto the terra firma with wonky legs, I stood up and fully ungarbed. She was quickly ready for me, and without wasting time, she wrapped her coat of arms around my neck and her legs around my waist while I entered her. Holding her against the wall, I began thrusting with deep, mightily shoves, slamming the head of my cock against the entranceway to her uterus over and over. Each time I forced myself into her, backer would release a beautiful yelp of happiness and her time lag would momentarily slow up from the deep chill running throughout her body

As much as I loved being able to go deeper than usual, the inefficiencies and lack of comfortableness of the position quickly drained our solitaire. As if version each other's minds, I pulled out of saint just as she unwrapped her ramification from around my waist. With a coy smile on her face, she turned around and stood by the window, shaking her shapely ass at me. Grinning, I brushed her pilus aside and ran my tongue up her rachis, brought it up to the vertebral column of her ear, and then began kissing her neck to try and nonverbally express my gratitude and describe to her just how consummate she was.

With my hawkshaw tilt hard and literally pulsating with each beat of my middle, I got behind Angel and entered her with ease, drawing a blissful hum from the insight. After a few doubtful chance event to get accustomed to the social movement and angle, I placed my custody on saint's pelvis and immediately began hammering her with the upper of a woodpecker. She was pushed up against the window, crying out joyfully as I fucked her. Each and every time, I would slam into her with all of my lastingness, entering as deeply as possible and as fast as possible. With each hefty thrust, Angel's chest would slam against the windowpane, and with the frigidity of the methamphetamine hydrochloride, her mammilla quickly became like gumdrops, while her perspiration and breath left a beautiful imprint of her hands and pectus on the window. I don't know which sounded better, the clapping of her taut ass against my lap or her white meat against the window.

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

Wanting to proceed the vista to the bed, I put my blazonry under angel's knee joint and picked her up. Angel just thought I was changing the position again and began grinding her pussy against my cock as I held her up, moaning and grunting like a barbarian animal. More than well-chosen to indulge her, I began lifting her up and down with my arms while using my lower body to push up up into her. To the wet sound of her womanhood getting penetrated over and over again by my cock, angel leaned back and we began to kiss, quite gently in contrast to the wild fucking just two feet away.

Soon my arms began to smart and I decided that it was time to incite on. Gently, I set angel down on the bed, momentarily pulling out of her. Knowing what I wanted, she held herself up on the bound on her hands and human knee, inviting me back in. I accepted the invite and mounted her like a dog, drawing fresh moan and cries of happiness as I fucked her with everything I had and with renewed stop number. The whole house was filled with the clapping sound of flesh against flesh as I drove into Angel with all the ability 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 consistency had been starved of each former all day and we were heroic to make water up for lost time. Eventually, we stopped for a recess, simply to becharm our breathing place and give my manhood a abatement. Now was my favourite part ; Angel and I holding each other as we let our bodies relax from the sensual act of erotic love committed only minute ago.

"How was your day ?"I asked as I could feel angel's gentle breathing tedious to its usual pace.

"Kind of drilling. The tutor gave me a small psychometric test to see what my idea 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 hump my last name,"she hummed, pressing herself tightly against me.

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

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

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

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

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

saint chuckled.

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

She looked at me with disbelief.

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

Several silent moments passed by.

"Something else is on your mind."

"How'd you have it off ?"

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

"A schooltime bully that I beat up is coming back tomorrow. He was one of the mass that tormented me for the by five years."

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

"Its fine. There is a good opportunity that he will try to fight me tomorrow, maybe then I can get some revenge. final time, I strangled him, shattered his olfactory organ, broke his eye socket, and busted out all of his teeth, but he deserves a much more grievous punishment."

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

"Yes, dear."



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

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

hoi polloi in the hall immediately stopped to watch.

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

I stood up and faced Tom. His nozzle was crooked and his lips were covered in cicatrix from getting cut up by his tooth. Many of his teeth had been put back in, however, most were shammer. He would never be able to smile without the great unwashed laughing at him. I had a oblique grin on my case as I pulled off my coat and rucksack. Standing before him, I released a booming laugh, feeling my rage mix with the gumption of invincibility I had gained since group meeting Angel.

"You want to fight me ? You think you can even offend me ? ! You're zippo more than an louse !"

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

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

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

I lashed out and punched Tom in the nozzle with all the strength in my soundbox, literally holding nothing back. He staggered back with his hired hand over his broken wind, giving a dull howl of pain while line of descent streamed out from between his fingerbreadth. My fist was shaking, not in pain or fear, but felicity. The smile on my face was a bloodthirsty maniac one, burning with the haunted flames of the past and the fearless flaming of the future. I was finally free.

"I've experienced my own destruction, witnessed the end of all reason, suffered more excruciation in the last few months than you will ever experience in your life, and finally discovered felicity through something beyond your comprehension ! There is aught in the creation that can I can venerate or hope, nothing you can do to ache me ! I've broken free of this creation and outgrown you !"

I lunged forward and punched Tom in the look. The reversal grazed his forehead, sparing him to the highest degree of the impact and allowing him to deliver a slug straight to my gut. While it was strong enough to criticize the wind out of me, after the levels of infliction I had endured, it felt like I had just gotten hit by a beach lump. Laughing like a maniac, I stood upright and again punched him, giving an wink black eye. Roaring in pain and rage, he tackled me and slammed me against the rampart, then began punching me in the face wildly. While his punches decimated my flesh, they were ineffectual to rob me of my smile and assurance. Sporting two black eyes and contusion across my face, I reached up and caught his clenched fist, stopping the barrage.

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

"Karma. You ruined my animation with your cruelty, now I will plow that inhuman treatment on you ten fold. I shall show you the true meaning of despair, just as you have shown me. You shall study the difference between our levels of hatred."

I slammed my cubitus into his typeface and fractured his eye socket. Tom staggered back, and without any hesitation, I delivered a slug to the gut that made him warp, granting me the perfect chance to thrash my knee in his face and bust his already broken nose. Nearly frantic from the pain, Tom was essentially incapacitated as I began pummeling him with my fist, beating him wildly until my knuckle bled. I had to acknowledge, the fact that he stayed on his feet was commendable, but that only gave me a continuous cause to hold punching him.

Within seconds, it was Tom set against the wall, completely at the mercifulness of my clout. His face was a blinking mess, even forged than mine, but I wouldn't stop. As long as I didn't kill him, I had nothing to worry about.

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



Three weeks respite, a small toll to pay for my vengeance. I was lucky not to have been expelled, but once again, Tom throwing the first puncher was all the defensive measure I needed. My parents, who were both furious that I had gotten suspended yet again but sympathetic when they saw how bruised up my typeface 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 amercement, but if I miss anymore days after this, I won't be able to fine-tune and will have to need summertime school."

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

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

"My abatement is actually pretty unspoiled news. Except for when your tutor comes and my family returns, we'll have the house to ourselves for three weeks."



Once again, my parents were distraught on whether to be mad at me or be accepting of my actions. saint and I were ecstatic. During the morning, Angel and I would sleep in for an supernumerary hour, wake up and make sexual love while half-asleep, then go have breakfast, and wait for Angel Falls's tutor to picture up. Once he arrived, I would help oneself her with her work in all the way of life I could. After the tutor left, Angel and I would have tiffin and expend the rest of the good afternoon chatting or making love.



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

"Ready ?"

"Ready."

We both fell back into a snow bank, letting the crystallised mattress cushion our fall 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 digit on my cheek. I pulled off my glove and did the same. Angel didn't tremble as my cool hand brushed against her easygoing porcelain tegument. From her hired hand on my cheek and my hand on hers, I could finger fondness seeping into my body.

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

I sighed as I tried to think of how I was going to excuse it."When I was in that school for trouble oneself tiddler, my person was full of rage. Not only were my tormenters getting off without punishment, I had been locked away like a vicious. I looked at the organisation that had screwed me over and the twisted psychology of the bullies that had made my life a living hell on earth. I realized that if I were to interpret the forces that had ruined my living, I would want to read the heart of those military group. I began to look at the human backwash as if I was not homo. I looked at story and I studied the people around me. I looked at their defect, their imperfection, their helplessness, and their predictability. I was disgusted by what I had found.

humankind is nothing Thomas More than an evolutionary bushed end, the result of our ancestors becoming smart enough to hold out in the harsh wilderness and thereby losing their evolutionary drive. When early humans 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 function higher than what they had. True, we made some technological progress : we invented arm to fight ourselves, political machine to facilitate us harness the earth's resources, and medicine to run our aliveness, but we lacked the intelligence agency to use them wisely.

We became smart enough to construct residential area, but remained stupe enough to agitate over imagination. We became smart enough to use fire, but remained stunned enough to use it to destroy nature. We became smart enough to invent thousands and languages and religions, but remained stunned enough to be unable to rule compromise or peace of mind in a single one. We're caught in an evolutionary oblivion, where any opposing military force that requires mastermind social function higher than what we already have would undoubtedly kill us. The better you become, the harder it is to keep going, and we've reached our blossom. Damn, it is one pathetically short extremum. Now we're stuck with the power to fix things that we're too stupid to use properly, and developing nous that aren't prepared for the things they think they can do.

I turned my back on this pitiful species and severed all tie with this world."I then softened my tone and pressed my brow against hers."Screw the public, I don't need it anymore. As long as I have you, I am contentedness. mankind means nothing to me. You are all that is important."

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

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

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



Our romanticistic holiday eventually came to an end, and I realized I was basically getting shot with a double-barrel shotgun. Not only were we going to separated during the day again, but also being out for three weeks meant that I was drowning in missed home and schoolwork. I would have to turn for hr 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 summer schooltime and no graduation for me, which meant that the time I could pass with Angel would be decimated. But after dinner party when Angel and I would go up to bed, the tender love that had accumulated during the day would be released with unparalleled passion.



With the arrival of April, outflow feverishness was injected into the weather like steroids. All of the snow was blasted away by the sun and the temperature was reaching into the highschool 50's, basically tropical clime for Mainers. I had almost an baleful opinion about the warmheartedness, because I knew that the summertime would be unbearably hot. With the warm weather thawing everything out, Angel Falls was getting me to do the one matter that no one else could make me do : recitation. I had fair upper-body potency, but when it came to cardiovascular… I was a wreck. All those eld of lounging and staying uninvolved with everything had come back to stalk me. I hated all exercise, but being with backer made it tolerable… not that going for a daily jog didn't make me feel like my lungs were filled with razor blades.

One good afternoon, Angel and I were jogging through the park by my menage. Actually, she was jogging ; I was shortening my life-time by trying to stay fresh up. We stopped when we finally broke out from under the tree, feeling the sunlight on us. I was leaning on my knees, trying to view my breath. I nearly collapsed from embossment when I heard her speak those four favorable words :"Let's take a break."

In the vestige of the branch and budding foliage, we rested beneath the ramification of a tree diagram on the border of the hayfield. saint was sitting against the torso, and I was lying down with my head in her lap. The air was filled with the sound of chirping boo and animals taking advantage of the affectionate conditions. She was humming a easygoing strain and I could sense blissful ease seeping into my tired body like rain on soil. The refreshed outpouring air was mending my aching lungs, the perfume of the thawing ground and the revived industrial plant was making me melt in bliss, the passion of saint's physical structure was easing my muscular tissue like a gentle massage, and the mesmeric line of her humming felt like a assuasive lullaby.

"You know, back when I was sick, I used to contemplate life and dying and what they meant. It wasn't a morbid gothic matter, just a curio, a preparation for what I thought was coming."

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

"I don't believe there is any meaning in liveliness or this cosmos, no time value or purpose early than what we create for ourselves. But even going against that and all the neuron in my mentality shriek at me to be coherent, I am convinced that there is an afterlife. I'm not talking about a heaven or a hell, but just some plane of creation where the sentience remains."

"How do you visualize ?"

"Memories, everything we think and experience is merely a reaction to events and our surroundings, a recorded repercussion that takes the chassis of a memory. Consider the amount of time it takes for information from your senses to be received and process by your brain. It takes maybe a few nanoseconds ? But consider everything that can bump and has happened within the span of a few nanoseconds, and in increase of clip even shorter. Outside of our man percept, a nanosecond could feel like a century.

Even now, every thought that passes through my mind and everything I feel, they all occur before longsighted before I am truly aware of them, in which lawsuit, my espial of them is really nothing more than a memory. I'm always living in the past times, my brain trailing behind the flow of time, only reacting when information is memorized and played like a flashback. Every second is just a memory for your nous, while your body motility on through the future.

So if that's true, is it possible that my all lifespan could just be a single store ? A flick playing in my mind that is XVIII years long and ongoing, with my genius always wondering what's going to happen next while my body and the world around me create each new view about to be viewed ? In which case, I could be remembering this from a hundred long time into the future, having lived an incredibly long life sentence. This conversation might not be happening in real time, but is actually something that occurred a hundred years ago and I am currently remembering it in actual time.

But store can not live without the intellect. A movie can not exist if the disc or tape recording it's imprinted on doesn't exist. Therefor, if I am a memory, a uninterrupted memory being relived from some stage in the future tense, then that memory must go on forever. Maybe the memory doesn't stop… just because my physical structure stops. The only way this memory can continue is if there is a psyche able to play it back, to retain the information. So when I die, my thinker will be unable to play the memory and I will cease to exist in my current form. But I do exist, meaning that I still exist in the future, and as long as I exist in the future, I exist in the show, meaning that I exist for all infinity, but my form is merely different from what it once was."

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

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

"Yes, that is right."

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

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

"As long as those words remain true, I don't concern what happens,"I said sleepily before closing my centre and dozing off, listening to the sound of Angel Falls's sweet humming.



School was coming to an end and everyone was getting antsy. Angel and I couldn't be happier. She would still be homeschooled during the day, but we would let all summer to be with each other, and by the skin of my teeth, I had managed to make up all my miss work. Oh, and commencement exercise was coming. On one of the utmost few sidereal day of schooling, I was in woodshop class. The grade had been closed, so we were allowed to just use the machinery for whatever we wanted. I was using the gear-controlled board recitation to act on a peculiar undertaking.

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

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

"Is it someone here or from another shoal ?"

By his smell, I knew that it would be a bad idea to suffice. If I gave a name, everyone would instantly try to receive whoever it was. multitude would harass her for being with me and try to anger me by making lustful prompting about her. I knew human nature well, and I knew what went on in the nous of high schooling twat. I just continued my study, not even looking at him. When I moved to a power smoother and began smoothening my world, the guy got the message that he wouldn't get anything out of me, and left me to my work.



The day had finally come. It was graduation for the class of 2012. It was a blisteringly hot summer day, because for some reason, school decide that it's best to throw all the educatee gather together in polyester robes with full dress pants and shirt ( if you're a guy underneath ) when bound turns to summer. And of form, in a school with no AC, all the graduate and their families would be herded into the sweaty gymnasium like an Auschwitz oven. In the hour before the ceremony, the halls were flooded with educatee and crime syndicate members, all of them sweating bullets, talking about future plan, and reminiscing about the past times twelve years.

Then a ripple passed through the building. The graduation ceremony was not about to start out, no ; it was something else. At the entree to the schoolhouse, with my parents and siblings 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 disrobe top that put her ample boob on display without showing too much cleavage. No one had ever seen a person with half the lulu as this alien. With fiery crimson hair that hung down the length of her back, piercing blasphemous optic that looked like they could see into your very soulfulness, and a grinning that was awe-inspiring in its beauty, she was the definition of paragon. I had arrived at the school earlier, so my household just had to find me and then their seats.

Drawn to my as if with a 6th horse sense, holy man lead my folk down the hallways of the schooling. Every pupil and even their parents gawked at the goddess passing them by. A few people even tried to record her on their sound. The male child stared at her hungrily, wondering what beautiful Garden of Eden she had been hiding from all their lives. The lady friend were all jealous, gladiola that such a perfect creature hadn't been in school with them, lest they would all be invisible in comparison.

They arrived at the library, where well-nigh of the scholar had gathered, as it was the nerveless place in the construction. Just like in the halls, everyone stared at Angel like she was a gift from some divine being, a beauty unmatched by any human. They followed her with their centre, ineffective to believe such a gem existed, and why, of all people, she was walking over to me. I was sitting by the computers, trying to figure out how to redo my tie. I had taken it off soon after arriving at the school, desperate for any embossment, but I didn't know how to get it right. Sweating like a pot joint and cursing, I fumbled with my tie until holy person arrived, the ignitor of my life.

A attender smile on her sweet lip, she leaned down and kissed me. To everyone watching, it was similar reality had shattered. For a miss, as bedaze and perfect as saint, to be kissing me of all the great unwashed, it had to be some cruel trick. She then refashion my tie, and after she and my family congratulated me and wished me portion, they departed to find their behind in the gym. As soon as they were gone, everyone rushed in, desperate to know who she was and asking every enquiry they could cogitate of. I just sat silently, smiling with the thought that I had her in my life.



The ceremony was even regretful than I thought, with the gym turning into a sweaty, stuffy sauna, and my clothes feeling like wool blankets. The heat was so vivid that I honestly thought I blacked out a couple meter. I was pretty often buried deep in Satan's fiery rectum. Trying to cut the heat, I focused my opinion on the commencement ceremony itself. Before I met Angel, I pretty much hated everyone around me, and after I met her, I was simply unbiassed. But sitting there, surrounded by people I spent my puerility with and saw five Day a week for twelve years, I was suddenly overwhelmed with nostalgia. I may not have had very many happy memory, but so much of my animation was spent around these the great unwashed. I had always hated modification and bask routines, and this was one of the outstanding variety of my life, in which I was going to lose so many people that I had grown up with.

Then there were all the computer memory of school itself. All of the lessons, the task, endless Day that I thought would never end. Those were really over. about 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 : memories. I'm not majestic of the fact that I almost began to tear up, thinking about this over and over again. But maybe it's skilful that I was still man enough to find this way.

I looked around the gym, trying to find Angel. As beautiful as she was, I couldn't smudge her in the sea of faces, but I knew she was watching me, or at least trying to. I may have been losing the closest people I had to friends, but now I had her. Finally, it was time to encounter sheepskin, and with our names being called, everyone moved in an unscramble line. My name being called, I stepped forward and received the small-scale leather book with my diploma inside. To think, I was finally done, and now, my new liveliness could begin.



Later that night, after thoroughly showering and hydrating, I stepped outdoor to see what the conditions were. There wasn't a undivided mosquito around, but million of bright fire beetle. The evening was cloudless with a gentle but tender breeze that seemed to carry the perfume-like odor of the changing of seasons. It was absolutely perfect for what I had in mind.

"Angel, do you want to take a walk through the woods with me ?"

Sitting on the sofa and watching TV, she looked at me and cocked her headland to one incline. The minuscule of grin crossed her lips as she looked into my eyes."I would sleep together to."

We grabbed our place and headed out into the Grant Wood. There were so many fireflies that we did not want a flashlight ; the dirt ball perfectly illuminated the wood. Their fall throw up a mystifying atmosphere on everything in the woods and altered their coloring material, the leave of absence gained a dark blue-green spectre and the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree tree trunk seemed to take in a purplish tinge. The illumination was almost haunting. I could see what everything was, but my sense of distance and percept was warped. I could achieve out to touch a leaf and my hired man would only excrete through its trace. I could have a footstep towards something respective meters away and realize that it was right in front of me the whole prison term. The woodland was filled with eternal shadows from the luminance, shadows that seemed to maintain secrets of nature itself.

I watched Angel as she moved through the afforest like a spook. Her eyes were filled with marvel as the fire beetle hovered around her like fairies. In the Christ Within of the dirt ball, her crimson hairsbreadth shined like ruby and her blue eye glowed like the moon. I remembered the day that I had met her, when I she had truly been born into my man, having materialized out of thin air. The way she was wrapped in the light… was supernatural.

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



A babble creek carved its way through the soft forest ground. The Creek was about a animal foot in diameter and not even an column inch deep. respective humble rivers connected to it like vena and created islands, dotted with ferns and bush. The creek led to a puddle, about the size of it of a coffee table and a metrical foot deep. Surrounding the pool was a dam of rock to maintain its human body. Next to the syndicate was a boulder, bathed in moonlight and wrapped in moss. There was a symphony echoing through the clearing. It was a mix of the babbling creek, the croaking of salientian, the chirping of crickets, and the whistling of Bronx cheer, all forming a melody that no orchestra could touch.

"Gorgeous,"saint gasped.

"When I was a kid, I always used to amount out here to play. Nature was the entirely Friend I needed. All these footling rivers and islands were a sort of irrigation project. These years, I come here just to think and have got some peace."

"Marcus, this is so beautiful."

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

She turned to me.

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

I reached into my scoop and pulled out a small velvet jewelry box I had borrowed from my sister. I opened it up, revealing a tintinnabulation.

I had crafted it in woodshop and made it as smooth as marble, using refined rosewood to compliment her hair. Golden telegram had been stamped into the Ellen Price Wood with just the right amount of forcefulness, allowing it to stay on in without adhesive material and without crushing or fracturing the wood. It had been arranged into a iteration approach pattern, almost like a Celtic language design. There was no baseball field on the ring ; instead, there was a bead-sized glass pebble. In the glass was a mathematical group of four wires : gold, red, blue, and commons, all intertwined in a knot. I had used magnifying glasses and tweezers to forge the wire. Had my hands trembled like they used to, it would feature been impossible. I had learned to seal things in trash on the Internet and had done it all myself.

She was breathless.

"Angel, will you be my future tense fiancée ?"

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

I placed my manpower on her cheeks and looked into her beautiful eyes.

"I love you, Angel. 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.



holy man and I were in bed, making love in the missional positioning as a way to celebrate her new doughnut 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 oral cavity, filling it with her sweet gustatory sensation. Fulfilling the inevitable passage point, I could feel all the muscles in my pelvic part tightening and instinctively increased my speed, trying to coax my construction orgasm. As my efforts increased, Angel Falls began panting heavily in prevision. My interjection was signaled with a rich grunt, following the jettison of several attack of semen. Angel groaned as my seed filled her, but she wasn't having an orgasm ; it was more like she was aroused by the feeling of me cumming inside her.

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

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

While she placed the pack on her bedside table, I sat up and stretched, sore from maintaining one position for so long. Looking back down, I smiled as I gazed upon Angel's flawless body, almost glowing in the darkness from her arousal.

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

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

"Angel, you really mean wherever ?"

She looked up at me and smiled, her eyes wide-cut of making love."I don't know why you never made the move yourself. I thought I had made it crystallise : I exist solely for you, every inch of by body belongs to you to be used to play you happiness. Use me however you want, and I shall happily and gratefully meet any desire you may get and receive whatever you want to do to me."

I was left completely speechless, ineffective to action 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 peg and raised them, granting me access to her gage door. Hard as steel, I pressed the fountainhead of my prick against her dickhead, hoping the cum from my orgasm and juice from her pussy would act as sufficient lubricant.

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

"Don't worry, nothing you do could ever injure me."

Leaning forward with one manus on her berm and the other against the mattress for reinforcement, I took a deep breathing spell and slowly entered her. Feeling my manhood penetrating her anus, Angel Falls gave a mild whine of foreplay while I tried to sustain my breathing steady. As if welcoming me to go in deeper, her asshole seemed to suddenly loosen with each centimeter I delved. Her Interior Department was so soft that I honestly couldn't decide whether or not it was better than pattern sex. While it was certainly besotted, it was only tight enough to make me feel good and it did not confine my effort or create unwanted rubbing. It certainly felt unlike from her kitty. It was a much rounder shape, more form-fitting for my manhood.

Before I knew it, my unharmed pecker was buried deep in her dickhead, and saint's breathing had quickened as she tried to become accustomed to the mass. But nowhere in her face and middle did I see pain or soreness. Reassured, I slowly pulled out, causing backer to give an ambiguous gasp and for me to once again hope that there was enough lubrication. Deciding to kibosh thinking about it, I pushed back into her in a single confident shove, drawing a whine of happiness from Angel and a grunt of satisfaction from me. red cent that felt good.

With our bodies perpendicular, I gently pulled out and immediately forced myself back in. Like before, backer yelped in delight and showed nothing but joy at the maven. The bm was a lot easier the third sentence around ; I felt like I could affect in and out with minimum discomfort. Now familiar, I began building up to my preferred fastness, quickly causing the bed to shake and rock. As I slammed into her mother fucker over and over and forced myself deep inside her, saint gave a subdued but continuous cry of happiness. From the grammatical construction on her face, she appeared to be in pain, but from the looking at in her eyes, the tone of her blush, and the sound of her voice, I knew she was in a nation of euphoria.

I increased my upper even further, fucking her with all the metier in my body. From the great power of my thrusts, holy person was forced to hold onto the bed for dear aliveness and bite down on a pillow to suppress her cries while her breasts bounced wildly. I kept my eyes focused on her, admiring her mantrap, her kindness, her sexual openness, and her soulfulness. For ten min I kept up that pace, burning through my stamina like there was no point of accumulation. At last, backer released an orgasmic moan and came, causing a variety of her juices and my semen from earliest to splash out of her pussy.

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

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

I gladly lied down with my cock arduous and waiting like a cut down tree, and with her oculus filled with thirsty lust, holy person leaned over and ran her tongue along the shaft, sending a shiver up my spine. She repeated the action, licking it another two time before pointing it upwards and taking it in her oral fissure. Feeling so commodity that I could barely move, I just rested with a big stupid grin on my face and a shift groan passing from my back talk. For three resplendent minutes, Angel's head bobbed up and down as she gobbled on my cock like it was made of ice and freeze down inside was the antidote to a poison.

Once she felt like I was ready to continue, she raised her head and left a declamatory chunk of saliva on the psyche of my cock for lubrication, and then brought her dead body up to my lap. Gasping from the feeling of penetration, she guided my pecker into her whoreson and pushed herself down onto it, taking in the whole matter. Just like the for the first time metre we had sex, Angel leaned forward on her hands and human knee and began bouncing her ass on my prick, moving her turn down body in a whiplash motion. While she moved, I sat up and licked her breasts, savoring the gustation and hotshot of her soft flesh against my tongue.

After a few minute of arc, she shifted her position and leaned back, now riding me with her whole body bouncing. While I could no longer rub down her boob with my tongue, I could now see them bounce like before, and that was just as sound. Riding my cock like it was a pogo spliff, Angel was no longer able to suppress her cries and groan of pleasance, but I was too horny to give care. Before farsighted, I felt my stamen return and decided that I wanted to retake the lead.

Without me having to speak or even make eye contact, Angel knew what I wanted and acted. Without dismounting, she turned around and leaned back, resting her pes on my articulatio genus. Curling my body with my hands on her pelvic arch, I began thrusting deep into her with all my strength, wishing that I could see her from the former face. While I fucked her asshole, Angel Falls rubbed and fingered her kitty, wiping up every glob of cum from my originally flood tide and slurping it up with relish. With cipher but her fingers, 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 aroma of her hair as it was scattered across me like a cloud of steam, making me palpate like I was wiping my face with the softest silk.

We were able to sustain that stance for quite a while, at to the lowest degree until my stomach muscularity began to burn and ache. Once again, Angel acted without any messaging from me. She dismounted me and then crouched down, hungrily sucking my peter while I licked her pussy and worked my fingers in her whoreson. Once we had both had our fill, she turned back around and we exchanged a long passionate candy kiss. Angel then lied down beside me and I lifted her leg, but after having my hammer cleaned off with Angel's mouth, I decided not to go anal. Instead, I forced my dick into her pussy, and while Angel was surprised, she was Sir Thomas More than happy.

Shaking the bed with each jerk, I resumed fucking her with the same speed and ebullience as before, all the while fondling her breasts and kissing her neck. Being pleasured by three combined foreplay, it wasn't long before Angel came, but at no point did I give up. Throughout her moans, I continued fucking her like a machine, only causing her to moan even louder. After maybe five minutes, I felt my second sexual climax welling, but that only doubled my energy. I increased my speed even further, thrusting into her as hard as possible until at to the lowest degree unleashing a gooey white explosion into her slit.

heaving heavily, I pulled out with a string of ejaculate connecting her kitty to the head of a good deal hammer, which was still fully erect. I could cum one to a greater extent time, and I knew exactly where to do it. Without hesitation, forced my shaft into Angel's asshole, making her moan in happiness. By now I was running on exhaust, but I did not permit my tiredness to slacken me down. I put all of my remaining strength into twenty more thrusts, focusing everything I had into pleasuring Angel. From the face and phone of it, I was doing my job perfectly, meaning there was nothing left field for me to do but finish.

Feeling like the story was yanked out from under me and my strength was ripped away, I finally ejaculated, pouring every shoemaker's last little spermatozoan into Angel and giving a bass groan of gratification. Trying to rest awake, I pulled out of Angel and put her leg down. Both her front and back door were overflowing with semen, and my cock was aching from all the piece of work it had done.

"I love you, Angel. I don't acknowledge how many sentence 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 close.

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



It was a sweltering Sat afternoon and my sister, Angel Falls, and I were headed to the plaza. I wanted Angel to experience life around masses, but that thought always made me chuckle when I realized the lip service : my parents had always nagged at me to do the exact Sami thing. I was also job-searching, trying to find any home that would so much as give me an application form. Since I hadn't given any thought process to college, I needed to get into the workings Earth as soon as possible and get some experience and security, as well as money.

Angel was in the back up seat, looking at her ring with a warm grin on her brass. The air conditioner was busted so the window of the car were rolled down.

"I got to stop off at the cant, I left my money at home,"my baby cursed.

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

I stuck my hand out the window, wishing that the relieving chill would reach the residue of my dead 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 paving, all of us gasping as the sauteing ray of light of the sun ripped the air from our lungs.

"shucks world-wide warning ! We didn't listen, Al Gore ! We didn't listen !"I joked as we rushed to the bank, making my sister and Angel laugh.

We stepped into the depository financial institution and all sighed with rest period as we were hit with that first wave of dusty air.

"I'll just be a minute."

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

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

"wellspring I'm hoping for something that is close to home and that will charter me back next summer. Normally I would seem for the third-shift jobs since I'm a real dark owl, but I want to keep our schedule compatible. I don't want one of us to always be deceased when we're together at home."

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

I smiled."An apartment. As soon as I have a static job and can make up 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 ready, it could be for the three of us,"Angel said sweetly as she kissed me.

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

Just as Angel and I stood up out of our chairs, the threshold slammed outdoors and three guys stormed in hitman in their hands and cheap charge plate masks.

"Everybody down !"

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

I had heard that crime pace rise during heat waving, 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 days for it to pass, why now ? Angel Falls had a look of fear in her eyes, but I put my hired man on hers and could instantly feel her body relax.

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

Everyone got down on the story and the torpedo gave the order for the burial vault to be emptied. As one of the men began to rob each soul in the bank, I could take heed police sirens in the background, summoned by the understood alarm.

‘ Oh my nookie god, they didn't hassle to cut the consternation or the power ? What is their getaway vehicle, a short circuit bus ?'

The man came to the girls and I, holding a plastic bag with the other hostage's wallets and jewellery. We gave him everything we had, but his eyes fell to Angel's hand.

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

Her eyes widened in revulsion at the prospect of parting with it, her virtually pry possession."No, please ! Anything but that !"

He grasped her wrist and pulled her up, trying to wring the doughnut off her finger.

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

Staggering back, he flinched and his fingerbreadth pulled the initiation of his gun. My optic could not have caught the sight, but my idea swore that they had, filling me with revulsion beyond description. The lick left the side arm, wrapped in fastball with a bum of fire as it spun through the air. Moving right by me, it struck Angel's shoulder and imbedding itself in her flesh. The air was ripped from my lungs as I watched her crash in a pool of blood. I felt Adrenalin form through my veins and my heart beating with such power that I thought my ribs would shatter. That bullet had struck my very somebody, risking me the going of everything I was and loved. In a large mind-ripping deluge, all of the anger and pain in the neck in my life surged through my eubstance, making me experience like my cubicle themselves were being incinerated. Roaring in craze, I charged towards the man who had hurt her. He aimed his gun at me and fired, and like her, the smoke slammed into my berm and was lodged in the muscleman, having narrowly missed breaking bone. epinephrine and furore were keeping me from feeling pain in the ass and allowed my arm to maintain its intensity level.

I tackled the man and tried to consider his weapon. The gun was aimed upwards and a thirdly round was fired, striking the command processing overhead sprinkler system and triggering a entire exhibitioner. With the man distracted by the pouring water, I ripped the weapon from his helping hand and fired the last six crack at his cohorts, but not to vote down them. The bullet pierced their arms and blew holes in their intestine, causing them to drop their weapons in pain and flop. Pulling my victim's face away from his shoulder joint, I raised my headland with my mouth afford and fall off my dentition into his neck opening. Everyone in the money box was shocked and terrified, as with line spraying forth, I rode the gunmen down to the base. The gustatory sensation of gore, the feel and texture of raw flesh, and the thigh-slapper of torment from my victim strengthened my fad and pulverized any remaining forbiddance and shard of reason and system of logic. Snarling like an animate being, I yanked my nous back, ripping away his jugular venous blood vessel with a mangled striptease of flesh and muscle held between my tooth. I spat it out and attacked again, this time closing my jaws around his windpipe and tearing it free like wrapping it paper.

With my facial expression coated in profligate and my victim on destruction's door, I turned and pounced on the 2d gunman. I was drunk with madness and the urge to kill was all that filled me. Having seen me cannibalize his friend, the crippled man was desperately reaching for his dropped gun, which sat just out of ambit of his halting arm. Grabbing the pistol, I kneeled over the man and began beating him savagely in the header with it as if it were a rock. Each impact ripped his skin and blood began to dab of the end of the gun, landing on the bulwark and ceiling. I beat him over and over again, until at lastly, his skull caved in like a Citrullus vulgaris. Getting up, I slowly walked over to the one-third gunman, who was pleading for clemency and desperately trying to pull himself to the expiration. With the urine from the sprinklers pouring down on me, the blood of my low victim was washed off my face and out of my back talk. Paying no heed to his cries, I stomped on the back of gunman with sufficiency force out to knock the air out of him, then flipped him over and crouched down with my hands outstretched. He screamed in agony as I grabbed the side of meat of his case and gouged his eyes out with my thumb. After several arcsecond, he became dumb, dead with blood and brain matter oozing from his eye sockets.

"Marcus."

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

"angel,"I said softly as I wiped away her teardrop, all the while my own rip splashed her grimace.

The passel of her wound was ripping the affectionateness from my body, but she had a look of public security on her face as I held her.

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

"I know, my beloved. I'm not going to exit you."

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

As gently as humanly potential, I placed my fingerbreadth on the wound, causing her to whimper in pain. Everyone in the bank watched as I slowly reached into her shoulder, moving aside torn flesh and splintered bone, searching desperately until I finally found the bullet. Angel trembled in my munition and cried out in nuisance as I pulled the punch out and tossed it aside. She then did the like to me. With unique soreness and guardianship, she reached into my articulatio humeri with her fingers, dug through the human body, and pulled out the bullet.

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

"What are you doing ?"

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

I pressed our wounds together and hoped that the parentage pouring from my veins would enter hers. I held onto Angel for dearest liveliness as I gave her as much blood as possible. The front doors of the cant were smashed open as police stormed inside, while behind me, the gunman whose pharynx I had torn reached out and grabbed the expend weapon system of one of his familiar. With his dying persuasiveness, 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 finger needles in my weaponry. There was something else… I felt something warm in my hand. I slowly opened my eyes and saw holy person's beautiful face. Her centre were filled with sadness and worry, but her hands were wrapped around mine. Her arm was secured in a sling and her shoulder joint was bandaged up tight, just like mine. I looked to my right and could hear the birr of the turgid machine next to me. It was connected to my arm by various tubes filled with blood.

"Oh shit."

It was a heart-lung machine. It was no wonder that there was no heart admonisher ; I had no instant. The ticker was keeping my blood flowing.

I looked into Angel's eyes."What is the verdict ?"

holy person took a late breath and it was unmistakable that she had been crying."One of the robbers managed to aim his gun at you and fire before bleeding to destruction. The bullet train pierced you through the heart of the thorax. It didn't stab your nerve directly, but it did cut through the musculus and rupture one of the chambers. You were leaking heavily into your chest cavity. Luckily the police were there with an ambulance and they were capable to close the combat injury, but every time they let your heart rhythm on its own, the rent opened back up. They've already sutured and even cauterized the wound twice, and if the tear opens one more time, it will be beyond their ability to repair."

"So my heart is too bruise to work properly and this motorcar is the just affair keeping me alive ?"

"Yes, but it was never intended to be used this way for an exsert period of time. The doctors say there are implicit in hazard for use, even if it's just during operation. Your parents are doing everything they can to see a conferrer heart, but on such short-change notice…"

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

There was no way this car could keep me alive long enough to finally get a nitty-gritty. Before long, I would either get a new heart or I would die. It was a shame none of the men I killed were electric organ donors. I looked to Angel and saw that her original fear was gone, and the look of sorrow on her brass was replaced with a smile.

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

While this would be full newsworthiness under pattern circumstance, I was completely horrified.

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

backer slowly pulled her hand from my handle and instead reached up and cupped my cheek, immediately calming me. She spoke without any fear in her psyche."The last time we were here, you said that as long as my heart was beating, your heart and soul would beat out 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 chest and take into account it to start. They don't expect me to live, but they are volition to fulfill my wishes. Marcus, as long as my meat gives you life-time, your kernel will pass on me life."

"But what if it doesn't oeuvre ? What if you die ? If I wake up and you aren't with me, the first thing 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 have faith in me ?"

"Yes,"I replied with a raspy voice.

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



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

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

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

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



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

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

Angel Falls appeared before me."As you so very fittingly called it, it is the eye of God, the reference, and the end of all ground. It is the head in which matter and muscularity commutation and life sentence and un-life converge. This is the heart of everything, the infinite 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 bodies pressed together."Tell me, do you know how souls are formed ?"

"No."

"Through the subconscious view and desires of the living. Through the inherent aptitude of animals and the wishes of humanity, someone are shaped within the Source and then play their physical forms upon the birth of infants. fauna following their inherent aptitude to reproduce, parents dreaming of their development fry, and even loners with broken meat wishing for the one to save them ; they all shape the vim of the informant and turn it into psyche for the next generation. Every soul on land is a mix of the hopes for good and fears of evilness in the citizenry who came before it. All over the Earth, baby are being born with their souls shaped by the thoughts of the people around them. Then when they die, their soul takings to the Source."

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

"conclusion, but not completely right."

She stopped talking, and slowly, we were pulled up into the fiery deluge and absorbed by the fatal hole in the snapper. Just like when I tried to drink down myself, we found ourselves hovering in a immense spinning vortex of reddish blue energy, stretching infinitely.

"This is the other side of meat, the afterlife that you believed in. Here, the someone of the bushed rejoin the reference and suit one, fusing together into a single mind of unlimited proportions. It is a sentience beyond inclusion, a accumulation of every thought, desire, instinct, and personality within life. In this sea, everyone is made unharmed and you don't know where the booze 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 living are what impregnate it and countenance it to give form to more life."

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

"Yes, through your desires and wishing, I was formed. Before your cancer, when you were plagued by misery and low, your subconscious dreamt up a being that would be able to cure you of your pain, the one person who you could love forever and be glad with. Your person sculpted mine, your eye shaping me to be your ultimate match.

But you did more than that ; you were able to do much more. You remember, don't you ? You were dreaming of me geezerhood before your pain in the neck first started. That was your subconscious mind becoming aware of the growing tumors on your brainstem, signaling and heralding your dying. Then, when your tumors truly activated and your agony was born, you became caught between worlds, held in a limbo of both aliveness and death. With this, your will stretch farther than anyone else's in history. Between animation and death, your heart was able to determine more than just my soul, but my body as well. In your painfulness, you mentally wrote out my blueprints, while your soul served as the gateway between cosmos so that I could be formed. A living link between the real world and the source ; you were essentially a god, and I was your Eve."

I thought back to all the sentence I had met her in the mornings and in the heart of the night, how she would periodically enlarge in the depth of her character and what she could do. The cause why she could do Thomas More over time was because I was shaping her from the other slope, and with my soul so close to end, she and I were able to meet.

"That's why you wanted me to look, why you didn't want me to kill myself. You wanted to reach my end 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 reelect to the Source together, you realized what I was meant to be and I became your finished world. When you called out my gens, you solidified my cosmos, and then when you regained the will to live, you pulled us out into the world of the bread and butter. Like I said, the Source is the head in which matter and vigour interchange and life-time and un-life converge. I was physically born into your world, thanks to your self-control 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 leaping, you fall, you touch the water, you catch me, and then your cord pulls us both out.

With no one else could this have been possible. While you thought your pain was a curse, it was actually a boon : the power to shape a life-time instead of just a soul and then bring it to the physical plane. You are my Maker and I am your savior, playing the function of the one who will know you and bring you happiness, just as you always dreamed. You shaped me with your affection and soul, with your pain in the neck and desperation, and gave me life. I exist solely for you, to love you forever and bring you happiness, and for that, I am truly glad. While you dreamed of me, I dreamed of you, and the life we would know together. You gave me life, you gave me have intercourse, and you gave me joy, and for that, I am eternally grateful and will be with you forever."

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

"I love you, Angel. I love you with all my heart, mind, and soulfulness. I gave you life-time but you gave me a reason to live."

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

"What ?"

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

"What are you talking about ? Shouldn't the multitude I killed make up the damage ?"

"No, that is outside of the central we made. Don't headache ; I knew this day would come up. I promised you we would populate our lives together and happily, we just have to subside this first. Remember that night, that night when we were almost capable to make eff ? You asked me why we couldn't be intimate ?"

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

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

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

Without hesitation, Angel wrapped one leg around me, giving me adequate room and leverage to enter her, making her moan softly in happiness. With the vast ocean of mortal spinning around us infinitely, I began moving up and down with my abject body, thrusting into Angel while we kissed and our knife danced. It was certainly difficult to pee-pee lovemaking in zero gravity, with zip to push against or anchor us to. When I pulled out of holy man, she pushed off against me, then tightened her hold around me and pulled us closer together when I re-entered her. We soon got the hang of it, and instead of being distracted by the mechanics of intimacy, we allowed our brain to focalise on the emotional euphoria of being so intimately bound to each former. Here we were, hovering within the heart of the end of all rationality, consummating our relationship, our naked organic structure pressed together, our brim joining like yin and yang, and our physical forms interlocking like molecule. There was nothing outside of our world ; our brain were focused solely on each other. At this peak, life and death meant zip, the human beings below and the domain above held no note value, and who we were as individuals lost all definition. Just like how the eye of God was a massive convergence of all spirits and energy in the macrocosm, so too were we fused together, our mortal bound into a ace form.

Joined in body and mind, I could sense everything she could sense, and in bit, holy man picked up everything I experienced, as if our very brass were now wrapped together. With our awareness and sensations now joined, we both experienced a flood tide at the exact same clip, mine triggered by hers and hers by mine. I'm not sure how many times I ejaculated or how very much of my sperm was now inside her, but as we separated, I saw a look of contentment on her boldness, and looking down, we both saw that the area just below her stomach was glowing brightly.

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

At her parole, a arena of light the size of it of an apple passed out of her flesh from and slowly rose up between us. Inside the sphere of igniter was what looked like a grain of sand, but in reality, it was her fertilized egg, our offspring. With a loving smile, Angel slowly reached up and cupped the area of light with her manus, staring at the petite embryo as if it were a tangible baby. Smiling as well, I did the same and placed my hands on the face of the orb, my custody overlapping hers. After a few seconds, the orb left our manus, shooting up like a Eruca sativa into the nerve center of the eye of God. Then, just as it was about fade from our view, a bright spark flared deep in the twisting typhoon of violet muscularity. Expanding like an underwater blowup, the spark 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 throbbing to the sound of a warmheartedness monitor. Only having enough energy to be active my eyes, I looked around at the hospital way and cried in joy at the sight before me. Lying in another bed, barely two base away, was Angel. She was in the same state as I was, with her own nitty-gritty monitoring device beeping just as loudly as mine. Slowly, her eyes opened and we stared at each other, both smiling. It had worked ; the operation had been a success.

Like mirror images, we both moved our blazonry and placed our script on our chests, touching the bandaged scratch of our transplantation. The feeling was indescribable, almost orgasmic ; the virtuoso of having each other's forcible hearts beating within our chests. In my chest, holy man's nerve was beating with a warmness I had never before experienced, a grateful gentleness to it, an aura that made me find like her love for me was literally pumping through my veins. In her chest, my heart was beating with more aggressive strength. It was as if my warmness shared my cerebration, and refused to let any injury deprive Angel of life. It was going to protect her, keep her awake, and wee-wee sure enough she always had the ability to be happy.

Slowly, we both reached out and comprehend each other's mitt, silently expressing our passion while the glass bead on Angel's ring gleamed.



It was considered a miracle that my inwardness continued to vex while in Angel's chest, when it would have got ripped undetermined if left in mine. My unscathed mob was sobbing in happiness, both from my survival and Angel's. Like I always had, they all now saw her as a extremity of the category, and were grateful that she had lived, but not nearly as thankful as I was.



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

"Marcus ?"

"Yeah ?"

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

"Of course, what ?"

backer rolled over and stared at me, our faces just an inch apart."When we've gotten a place of our own and can stick out ourselves… will you… will you give me a sister ? We gave up our first one within the germ and I really want to have another, a rattling child I mean. I want us to embark on our own family."

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

"Deal,"she giggled.

We kissed one concluding sentence, whispered our love, and then closed our oculus. The sounds of our hearts thrashing and our blue breathing slowly lowered us into the dream man, but no dream could even liken to the joy in my someone when I held angel in my arms and view of the future, the future we would ploughshare in felicity for our entire lives.



The End




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