This story is an existential drama focusing on psychology, depression, and Latinian language. It takes a while to get to the intimate stuff, but do n't occupy, there is plenty. If you are looking for a stroke story, please go back to the main page. If you are looking for a oceanic abyss dearest floor, I hope you enjoy. I hope you 'll be patient role and save your votes until the end. Thank you.




Chapter 1



If someone were to ask just who"she"was, I wouldn't be able to answer, as I hadn't the slightest clue. A delusion ? Some kind of Angel ? For the past tense five age, I would greet each sunup with the last warm fingers of a dream clinging to my idea. I'd scroll on my slope, and lying side by side to me would be a missy of my age, but with beauty unmatched by anyone else on the planet. With liquidity smooth tegument as diffused as ripe yield, a skin colour spectre like that of molten bronze and silver meld together, and smart blue heart that held unequaled forgivingness and lovingness, the very view of her was like a spiritual experience. Her most paramount feature was her hair, an elegant crimson that could remove all fear of blood from anyone's soul. Groups of strands would stick together and then curl towards the end like a lingua of fire, granting her a tempered and yet untamable mane that hung down to her thighs.

Along with the aspect of a goddess, she had a build that made a mockery of the word"perfection ”. Her glassy-smooth legs seemed to stretch her international nautical mile, coming to an end at a broad but taut rear end with the shaven entrance to her William Henry Gates of Eden just barely visible under the folds of the cotton weather sheet. Her midsection was like that of a bikini manikin's, with a concave dip on either side from her perfect tenuity. Cliché as the term was, she certainly had an hourglass figure. cobbler's last but not least, even though she looked only eighteen, she had D-Cup breasts that looked as easygoing as water balloons but house and lively.

Every day, I would wake up with her beside me, lying in bed naked as if we had spent half of the former nighttime making sweet, passionate love. Each sentence, she would appear to almost be faintly glowing, and coupled with her flawless knockout, I was surely justified in calling her an angel. Lying there, I would watch as her eyes opened like the rising sun, letting me stare into her beautiful blue angel. Staring proper back at me with endless love, she would smile, hum, and fall back to eternal rest. Even while knowing how it would end, I would always get through out and try to touch her, despairing to palpate some sort of proof that she was veridical, but always, she would pass off away before I could even stroke her hair.

Suffice to say, I was almost haunted by this"aspiration ”. This girl, this figment of my imagination, was the light of my life history and the reason why I went to bed each Night and plowed through each day. I had never heard her part, never touched her, never been able to verbalize to her, and I didn't even know her name… yet I loved her. She was my enigma, the one vista of my life-time that I would never speak of, no matter what. When she first started to appear, I even obsessed over her. I would draw her every night on a sketchpad hidden under my bed, remembering her visage with crystal clarity and moving my hired man with acquirement that I would never accept as my own, mirroring her trope with black lead and composition with such closeness that I would hold in no dubiousness as to being possessed.

Ironically, she was actually the just dream I would ever have. I would suffer her each morning time in a half-awake Department of State, but through the night, my mind's eye would see nothing but an dateless expansion of darkness, in which I would bulk large aimlessly until waking up. The only when variation from the black sky was a single mote of Inner Light in the distance, a twinkling star almost completely out of sight, then I would wake up to find the daughter beside me. I often wondered if she was that maven. She certainly fit the purpose. She was the light of my life, a light I desperately needed, one of the last few reasons why I was still animated. Being able to wake up and see her each morn, even if for less than a minute, she supplied me with enough will power to endure the life I didn't want. But I have her, I'll always have her, and the day she disappears is the day I lose that final reason not to end it all.

But she wasn't here today. I didn't expect her to, seeing as how I found myself waking up in the infirmary. A bright light had shone through my palpebra, stabbing my already sore brain. I could hear the beeping of a heart admonisher nearby. My head was a jumbled mess from the cocktail of drugs being pumped into me from the IV bags at my side, but I delved into my consciousness in search of solvent. I remembered sitting in class… 6th period. Senior Biology was one-half finished… but there was something wrong. I remembered that my hired hand had been trembling, even more than usual. My skin was being pricked with invisible phonograph needle like all my limbs had fallen asleep, but I couldn't remember if it had come suddenly or if it had built over time. I remembered the low gear dagger stabbing me in the back of the neck. I remembered falling out of my chair, roaring in agony as I collapsed to the base.

But it wasn't the igniter or the beeping that had woken me up. It was the infliction combustion ceaselessly throughout my body. In the unity consequence from when I woke up, I went from being mulct to feeling like I was in the burn mark cellblock, charred from caput to toe. My muscles all felt like they were being pierced with hot nails, my organ twisted into air mile. I leaned over the edge of the bed and vomited on the floor. My heart monitor was sending a digital screaming, bringing in a nurse.

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



I sat on the infirmary bed with my worried parents, facing Dr. Henry Hubert Turner, a blonde woman in her ahead of time thirties. I had an IV bag of morphine hanging side by side to me, trying to suppress the chronic pain that was ravaging my body. I was receiving the maximum amount potential, but even then, all of my hide felt like a vesication erythema solare and my insides faired no better.

"What you experienced in grade was a seizure, caused by multiple tumour in your brain, focused on two specific areas. It may be possible for us to kill them with a sound superman of radiation and chemotherapy, but with how little and numerous these tumor are, the chances are slim. It's a completely new flesh of Cancer the Crab, and we aren't for sure what its semipermanent issue are."

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

"Not in the traditional sense, but we just aren't completely sure."She held up an X-ray picture of my wit and pointed to a light billet."That is the with child group of tumors and we imagine the oldest. However, whether they have grown over clip or have always been there is a whodunit. They are attached to your limbic system. Specifically, they are growing from the region of your brain that produces the chemical 5-hydroxytryptamine, as well as early chemical substance that control mood. It appears that they aren't growing any farther, but—"

"Let me infer, they're basically smothering that part of my wit down and starving me of those chemical ?"

She nodded and pointed to another bright point."Yes, exactly. Now as for the chronic pain, these tumour on your brain stem are the generator. The neoplasm are basically rooting down into your flighty system, causing uninterrupted stimulant of pain sensory receptor. They're basically acting as electrodes hooked up to your spinal anaesthesia column. It seems that until now, they haven't been large enough to trigger you continuous pain. You could almost say that the tumors have finally activated. What you're experiencing now, that botheration is from the neoplasm simply existing. That gaining control you had earlier was the tumors reaching the peak stage of stimulation and maximum. That may have been a one-time affair or they could randomly occur from now on while on top of your stream condition.

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

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

"By how practically ?"

"Well, at this point we can't quite be indisputable. With drugs, we can make it so that you won't black out if the seizures persist, make the bother tolerable, and maybe take away the boundary of the depression so that you won't become suicidal."

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

"Yes,"Dr. Turner said mournfully.



Not wanting to inconvenience oneself staying in the hospital, I asked to be discharged. Before leaving, we stopped off at the hospital chemist's to plunk up my MEd. I was holding my hands out in the stale October air as we drove, hoping that the raw chill might ease the dull throbbing in my finger's breadth. The pain pills were slowly kicking in, making it so that the sting was sufferable, but already, the word"endurable"had gained a all new meaning for me. The drive household was silent, for my parents were trying to celebrate back tears, but I was equanimity. That's the one good thing about being suicidal : the prospect of your own Death actually brings you peace. Now I didn't have to feel shamefaced about killing myself. The consequence it would possess on my family unit was one of the only things keeping me from ending it all. Now I could just let the malignant neoplastic disease do it for me.

In a way, it felt good to finally have an answer as to why I suffered from low. I had been depressed for most of my eighteen years, even self-destructive, completely in contrast to the comfy middle-class living I lived in my hometown in ME. I couldn't even count the issue of antidepressants, forced therapy example, and thoughts of longing to just die. There are masses starving all over the existence, people suffering. It's a mystery to the great unwashed like me why they just don't kill themselves. It is the only question I will leave behind. How do they have lifespan that make my revulsion look misfortunate, but they have the will to live that I lack ? That was always an matter nagging in the binding of my mind : being depressed without having a reasonableness. It was that mixture of guiltiness for knowing that I should consider myself lucky but the inability to do so, and the feeling of impuissance from the cognition that it meant that nothing could change how I felt, and that if I would like for death in a well-off life sentence, then I would like for death no matter what.

But now, I just don't precaution. I don't need to care. I may not own suffered as much as people in Africa or other hellholes like that, but… at least they are capable of feeling happiness. Compared to them, I'm broken, and these neoplasm are the proof. I have felt the pungency of a steel to try and call off out my inner pain with outer painful sensation. I have felt my saneness ripped away by years of sadness. Depression is more than sadness. It is the inability to feel joy. It's a missing foundation, like a edifice with a sinkhole where its fourth cornerstone should be. No affair what you use to try and support the edifice, it'll fall away, and the edifice can never tolerate, until it too crumbles and falls into the pit. To experience with imprint is like running a battle of Marathon with one leg, and the only help you can get is people suggesting you buy a serious pair of shoes.

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



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



I was completely in awe, hovering in empty space within my dream. Before me, roaring in limitless intensity was the unmarried maven I always saw when I slept. Before now, it had been little more than a unmarried speck of clean off in the space, but now it was clearly in view, the sizing of the synodic month and nearly frightening, simply because I realized now that it was not simply a whizz. In actuality, it was a Shirley Temple maw, devouring a star from the interior out, sucking in the flames and gas of the celestial goliath. I could see it as if the sun was a piece of fruit cut in one-half to break the core. Yet miraculously, the sun did not shrink or diminish in size of it. It seemed more like it was constantly regenerating. Cast around the eternally-dying star was a K ovoid nebula, about three prison term as large as the star topology itself, and making the whole thing resemble an eye with the Shirley Temple hole as the pupil.

"The eye of God…"I murmured.

While the star was beyond my man comprehension in terms of size of it, 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 sure, but one affair I was certain of was that it was my dying. No, this object within my dream would not kill me, but it was the symbolic representation of my end. The cheeseparing my mind got to it, the close my body got to dying. At the beautiful sight, I could not aid but smile hysterically."I'm going to die, I'm finally going to die. Just a little longer and I will finally find peace."

I closed my center, 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 light of the break of day sun. Beautiful, she was so beautiful. The two of us were less than a foot apart, yet it felt like a mile. Lying there, this gorgeous hallucination in front of me, I felt my annoyance disappear like the extinguishing of a candle. Repeating my dayspring ritual, I reached up and tried to touch her, desperate to experience the sensation of her pelt against my own. As expected, she disappeared just as I was about to create contact lens, but something stopped me from retracting my arm and letting it fall. My eye widely, my paw trembling, I scanned through the immortalize sensation of that brief second, do-or-die to count on out if what I had sensed so shortly had been real.

It was swoon, so faint that it was almost beyond the reach of my sensations, but it HAD been there. Warmth, that was what I felt, the air within the infinite that she always occupied was warmer, as if energized by her trunk high temperature. My rolled my hand around through the hollow quad she had left behind, running my finger's breadth through the warm air as if her retentive reddish hair were brushing against my decoration. I then held my hand up to my face, clutching some of the air from that place, and smelled it. Like the warmth, what I detected within that air was almost beyond my ability to sense, but it was there, an scent so faint that I was actually working my nous into a concern trying to analyze it. Roses, that was what it was.

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

"I might as well get used to this…"

I immediately grabbed my feeding bottle of Master of Education as my excruciation began to flare from being witting, downing two pills without anything to drink. It took time to get dressed, as I quickly found that my muscles were starchy from the waving of throbbing bother. Aching all over, I walked downstairs and saw my dad in the living room, reading the paper. He was there to puddle certain I got through the day without hurting myself. Trying to stay unnoticed, I snuck into the kitchen. The last thing I wanted was for him to require some long conversation about how I could talk to him at any time and all that other clobber. I took my antidepressants and convulsion meds, and made myself a roll of grain. Just as I was crossing the kitchen with the bowl, a bolt of electrical energy crack up my backbone, making me find like I was being flogged with voluptuous mountain chain. I dropped the roll with a tatty crash and collapsed to the floor, gripping my skull and roaring in anguish. This was even uncollectible than my for the first time seizure, a level of annoyance reserved for the damned mortal of Hell. My dad bolted out of his electric chair and rushed over to me. Within thirty endorsement, it was over. I could finger the infliction ebbing away, until it was at its convention levels.

"Are you all right ?"

"Yeah, I'm ok."

"We're taking you to the hospital."

"No,"I declared. My dad looked at me as I picked up the broken shards of the arena and stood up."I'm going to be having these seizures for the rest of my living. I can't go to the hospital after every one. I'll get used to them eventually."



I suffered two Sir Thomas More seizures that day, both of them causing me to shine to the floor in torture. My mom got family with my honest-to-goodness sis and younger comrade. They all paused when they saw me in the TV room. I was watching a horror movie and the room was darkness. There were cup of tea under my middle from the strain of my seizures and my mitt were trembling more than usual. I looked at my mom and gently shook my header. She got the message and slowly pulled my siblings away.

The dinner had an bunglesome quiet as everyone tried not to stare at me.

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

"No."

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

"No, absolutely not,"my mom argued.

"I need to go back to school sometime, and this pain and these seizures aren't going to go away. I have malignant neoplastic disease, not some goddamn cold that will go away after a day of rest."

Everyone tensed as I mentioned the cancer.

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



The sky was a black gray and sleeting as my dad drove us to school. other student were swarming in to get out of the rain and blow as the doors were finally unbarred. First period was about to start and I hadn't wanted to wait for it with all of the other kids. The survive thing I needed was an awkward twenty second outside the school with everyone staring at me.

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

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

I stepped out of the car and into the falling snow and rain, pulling up the hood of my sweatshirt. It was going to be a harsh winter. Fall hadn't even ended and the basis was covered by a foundation of snow and ice. I didn't notice the cold as I walked towards the school day. I was the last person inside and I quickly headed towards my first class. I was hoping to stay unnoticed, putting off the inevitable awkwardness. I stepped into the small schoolroom, trying to hide behind the crowd of Kid getting into their seats. I sat in the back of the class where no one would see me. If I had been noticed, no one was mentioning it. The instructor began calling attendance. I became more and more than tense as he approached my name.

"Marcus Clive ?"he asked, doubtingly.

"Here."

As one wave, everyone turned to me.

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

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

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

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



I walked down the crowd together halls with everyone staring at me. Every few seconds, someone would ask me a question about the disease in my brain or order me all that lame bullshit about how I could tattle to them at any sentence. I reached for my pill the second sufficiency clip had passed since my last one. Just as I put my handwriting on the cap, the sensation of being stabbed in the book binding of the skull with a nail down bat ran through my dead body, sending me tumbling down to the floor and bellowing in pain. People around me freaked out as I writhed on the trading floor, gripping my skull as the tumour on my brain stem all sent a particularly strong microseism through my brass. Within various mo, it was over. I lied on the storey in a low temperature perspiration, slowly trying to get up.

I raised my straits and coughed up a mouthful of blood onto the base. The stress of my constant pain, coupled with my raptus had ruptured an arterial blood vessel or mineral vein somewhere. People tried to help oneself me up but I waved them away. I took two tab and ignored the vox 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 close up bleachers where educatee could sit during lunch if they didn't want to be at a table. As always, I was by myself, but that was because I was compelled to be. I sighed as another fille came up to me and said that if I ever wanted to talk, I could talk to her.

‘ You're only saying that because of my cancer. If I didn't have a head full of tumors, nothing would change between us. I barely even know who you are.'I fought the temptation to say it, but my angriness was making difficult."Thanks,"I said instead, but with a whole step as dry as the brick paries behind me.

She walked away and I looked out over the cafeteria for the hundredth time, trying to fend off the gaze of the people looking at me and loathing what everyone was. Humanity was as much of a cancer as the tumors in my brain, and I hated my metal money with every fiber in my being. I hated the failing, the avaritia, the stupidity, the improvidence, and every other thing that made us the overgrown roach that we were. I had to detest them, for my own sound. Even before my cancer, my life had been agony. My mind was ravaged by its own cold creation, all this time cheated out of chemical substance like serotonin. For most of my life I haven't known what peace, happiness, or sanity meant. I'm trapped in a realm of universe that I can not escape from, and no matter how well I live, be it a billionaire or a homeless vagrant, my misery and anger will be never leave me. That gloominess had in clock time been twisted into hatred, the feeling of not belonging to any part of the human beings decaying into loathing for that world. hate is my just way of selection, the only option to wallowing in desperation. It hurts less to hate the world around me than to want to be a part of it. It hurts less to hate others than to be starving for a connection.

But I don't want to be the cliché outsider who thinks that he knows better than everyone because he sees everything in a jaded luminance. social concept and conventions always seem like a dolt waste of meter to me, but I only think they're pudding head because I'm incapable of enjoying them. While I always judge the masses around me and hate them for being human, I never think myself better than them. If anything, they are all better than me. I envy them all ; envy them for the lives they get to go, the genial constancy they get to savour. social lives, friendships, Romance language, just the ability to integrate within collective and find out joy and understanding… There are students down below me who are parts of something bigger, be it something as simple as a schooltime club, but I'm simply not up to of being able to do that.

I looked at the board surrounded by just girls. There was a time when I would accept sold my soul to just witness a girl who would go out with me. In my nub, I knew that only love or death could lend me peace, and I had known it for years. For close to a decade, I had been looking for my individual partner, the one girl who could take away my pain. At least, that's what I used to need. Now I knew it was too late.



I staggered through the foyer, trying to recover from a gaining control only a few moments'prior.

"Marcus, do you want to talk ?"

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

"No."

"You need to let the cat out of the bag to someone."

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

I spat out a mouthful of blood. The hemorrhage 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 long before I got these tumor. I used to think that either love or death could cure me, but I hate this world and everyone in it far too much to ever fall in love ! I'm already dead, I've been dead for as long as I can remember, but for some reason, my body won't take the hint and croaking, so I'm stuck in this pitiable and agonizing bag of chassis and bones, trapped in a world I despise and surrounded by a specie that I pray would go extinct ! You've made it clear that you can not be the one to help me, no one can. I can only bear until my abominable existence rub itself out."

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

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



Wanting some fresh air and deciding it would be better not to take a chance having a seizure on the bus, I walked menage. The weather wasn't too bad, and the cold helped facilitate my pain a little, plus it gave me time alone with my thinking, free from misdirection and noise. Walking along the ice-caked road with my hood tightened to keep on my capitulum warm from the nose candy, I let my idea wander back to my dream. If what I had concluded about that wizard was right, then my death truly was approaching and would soon close. Even if what Dr. Turner had said about my cancer not being final were correct, the side effects sure would be. How long could the homo body truly lowest when forced to bear interminable torture ?

‘ Whether or not it is my true death or not, until that sentence comes, this is how I must march through prison term. Whether I will carry on to survive in some other form is irrelevant, no psyche can truly understand the substance of death or the weight it carries, therefor, it can not exist within our judgment. We can not comprehend expiry, we can not sympathise it, not without experiencing it ourselves, at which point, we cease to exist. Therefor, destruction is incomprehensible ; it is the end of all reason, in which all man formula and premiss become meaningless. We can only sympathise things that exist, while we ourselves exist, so while we may fear death, it is unacceptable to turn aware of it ourselves.

We can not feel our own death, just as we can't tactile property nonexistence. We can watch others die, we can feel our own lives slipping away, but we can not finger that final moment. We can not know precisely when it ends. We can see a million people die, but we can not see our own. It's like every single mortal is an divinity surrounded by mortals, a continuing paradox of observation and ignorance. Life occupies the entirety of our minds and our beingness, it is infinity ; it is the endlessness. Death is the world outside of infinity, the realm beyond argumentation, in which beginning and end are one in the Sami.

If I can not find or detect the end of my life when it happens, then through my gumption, it will never fall out. I am immortal, and the only way for my dying to occur is for everything and nothing to jar and end my world. Or am I haywire ? Will I remain to be beyond death ? Will I live on, even while my body rotting in the ground ? Is there a life-time after this one ? Is it good ? Is it worse ?'



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

I was sitting on the couch in the living room, watching TV with a wet towel on my principal. I had been feeling feverish all day. Phil was three years younger than me and had the same dark haircloth as I did, though his was cut shorter and he had a different bone social structure. He and I had been playing chess game for age and he had never once beaten me. You could say it was the one natural process we did as brothers, and from what I guessed, this was his attempt to try and disorder me from my pain.

I shrugged."Yeah, sure."

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

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

"What ?"

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

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

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

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



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

Emily was a year younger than me and a Junior. She had my mom's blond whisker, but it was mixed with my dad's dark whisker gene.

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

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

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

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

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

"I wouldn't believe it if it did. I'm just hoping that it can make matter wanton. Come on, pot is probably the least serious thing I could put in my arrangement these days and the administration banning it is one of the most slow up things in the history mankind. It's a fucking plant that makes people palpate beneficial. Besides, let's say the anti-pot propaganda is dead on target and it is bad for me, do you honestly think that I'll live long enough to present the moment ?"

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

"Emily, I'm already on borrowed time. The movie is over, the credit rating are rolling, and Rotten love apple gave it all minus brushup. I'm going to die soon, I know it, so just be a good sister and let me be a short selfish before I kick the bucket."

Emily sighed."Mike Broflovski, you can come up 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 schooltime break of the day. With my middle fixed upon her hallucinatory figure, the fervour of agony within my consistency were still, nearly making me sob snag of joy. It had been almost a second since I had woken up and saw her out-of-doors her middle before falling back to sleep, but for once, I managed to get the better of my desire to try and touch her, and instead was letting the delusion continue, or whatever it could be called. She was sleeping, this young lady who's figure I did not know, this beautiful angel conjured up by my demented somebody. She was sleeping so peacefully that I wasn't sure I could ever overwhelm my guilt if I disturbed her.

I could have lied in that lovesome bed for the rest of my life, just staring at her. With each breathing spell she took, I could see her dresser rising with the expanding upon of her lungs, and the waver strands of her blood-colored hair. The mantle of my bed was barely wrapped around her beautiful inning, letting me appear upon almost her entire body. Piercing this real-world ambition, my consternation clock began to blare. Knowing that it would mean her disappearance, I reluctantly reached out over her to work it off. Even with the deactivation button pressed, the girlfriend remained with my arm stretched out over her like a bridge. She had never stayed this long before, was the hallucination just growing in deepness ? Would I finally be able to touch her ? Humming in bliss, she opened her eyes and stared at me with a small but sweet-smelling smile on her lips.

She spoke.

Her vocalism was inaudible, but her sassing parted and shaped the Bible with incomprehensible precaution, like a master craftsman sculpting a spinning clay pot with her script. I had never been one for reading sassing, the ability completely eluded me, but once, just this one time, I was able to register the organization of the Good Book like a bright neon sign of the zodiac, and hear them whispered in the center of my mind.

"I love you."

tercet words, three simple Bible, but the weight they carried pushed me over the sharpness. Unable to hold the tears of joy back any thirster, 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 locker room of the schoolhouse. It was time for gym class but I wouldn't be participating. My incessant pain was my permanent excuse. Why couldn't this Cancer have kicked in when I was a Freshman ? I stuffed my backpack in one of the locker and grabbed my pills.

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

I already knew who it was and I was trying to hold my blood from boiling. His epithet was Tom, and he was cypher but a tinder and bully. He had tormented me all throughout middle and in high spirits shoal, an extra forcefulness driving me into low. He was probably one of the largest reasons as to why I wanted to die.

"Tom, leave him alone, he has genus Cancer,"another scholar 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 miserable short bitch."

In my mind, something snapped. The ire, which had always been suppressed by the fright of import, finally broke exempt. Tom was tumid than I was, but I didn't care. Practically foaming at the mouthpiece, I reached out with both men and grabbed him by the throat, slamming him against the storage locker. I was strangling him with all the strength I could assemble in my sick soundbox, using epinephrine to increase the power of my muscles. I had my quarter round pressed against the master arteries in the side of his neck, halting the flow of blood to his brain while robbing him of the ability to breathe. He couldn't focus enough to use his limb to release himself. I would normally never retaliate like this, as I had learned early in sprightliness that the bullies always got off without a ace slap on the wrist but the victim who defended themselves basically got the chair. There was nothing that could be done but exact the infliction and hope your tormenter would eventually get bored. For what I was doing, I could easily get expelled, but not a undivided section of me cared. If I was going to hold out a liveliness of agony and die an early death, I might as well do whatever the screw I wanted and drag some bastards down with me.

"How about I correct some of the bullshit spewing out of that deformed good deal of gray matter you call a brain ? First of all, I don't fall down. I have goddamn ictus. Second, the tumour in my head are strangling my limbic system just like I'm strangling you, meaning that my encephalon is now incapable of producing chemical substance that let me sense anything other than misery and anger. lowest but not least, when I have a raptus, all of my sentiency are so overwhelmed with the infliction 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 flak seem like a massage ! Have you ever been in so often pain and wanted to die so bad that you almost used your own fingernails to cut down your carpus ? I think anyone would throw some tear if they experienced that."

Tom was turning blue sky from the strangling and I had to oppose with everything I had to hold open from murdering him right then and there in front end of everyone. Instead of ending his life history, I threw him down at the priming coat, inadvertently smashing his face against the corner of one of the locker room benches. The wallop completely shattered his eye socket and fractured his skull. Another few centimeters and his eye would experience been permanently lost. After he fell to the undercoat, I finished with a kick to the jaw, busting up almost half of his teeth. Tom was passed out on the story and pouring rip with everyone staring at me in fear.

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



Tom was rushed to the infirmary and I was suspended for the rest period of the month. Under normal lot, I would have been suspended for a full moon month or even expelled, but the penalization was faint for several reasons. Tom had been the school bully ever since 6th grade and was nothing but a worthless punk. He treated everyone like cocksucker and teasing mortal with malignant neoplastic disease was the worst thing anyone had ever seen. Everyone in the locker room testified against him and said that I had done what needed to be done long ago. I silently disagreed with them on that. What should stimulate been done long ago was Tom being lined up in front of a inflammation squad and shaft. I knew in the dorsum of my mind that everyone was testifying for me because of my cancer, because everyone hated Tom, or because everyone now feared me. My sentence was also so light because of the recent trauma of learning of my disease.

My parents immediately picked me up from schooling. During the ride home, they constantly contradicted themselves. They would say how much trouble I was in and that what I did was wrong, then go back and say that Tom deserved it and what I did was reasonable. I didn't really care about being suspended, and grace vacation would come a few weeks after I got back, letting me have More clock time to relax.



As the days droned on, I spent my time watching horror movies. The lights would be turned off and I would laugh bitterly during every gruesome putting to death. Horror movies were one of the few things that I didn't hate. The fact that I watched them in the dark on Friday and Saturday Nox, while well-nigh people were hanging out with friend made my parents nag nonstop about my societal behavior. They would enjoin me that I need to pass clip friends, and I would tell them that I didn't want friends.



"Who are you ?"I whispered, once again lying in bed and facing the fille 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 delusion or extrasensory case, whatever it was that allowed me to see her each morning would grant me the power to interact with her even further. At the question, she batted her heart coyly and rolled onto her back, letting the pale light passing through my windowpane shine down upon her naked trunk. The missy looked at me, giving a sleepy smile as if waking up on a Sunday dawning with nothing to do but doze.

"My name is…"

The name was spoken, entering my mind and drawing confusion. I repeated it, uttering the unexplainable noise even without understanding it. The racket was not a word, consonant, or vowel, it was like naught found in nature or anything human being 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 take over the audio if I so desired. The girl smiled as I said her name back to her, as if what she had told me and what I had said was her real gens, but my psyche would not allow me to be aware of it.

"Who are you ?"I again asked.

The girl smiled and repeated her statement as well. This time, I instead focused on her voice. This was the number 1 time I had ever heard it, and it was more beautiful than I ever imagined. Clear as the chiming of a Alexander Bell but easy as the coos of pigeons, the sound of the three words preceding the blur that masked her figure was like a lullaby.

"What are you ?"

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

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



I stepped into the shoal on the first off of November, and it was as if time stopped upon my arriver. Everyone was standing like statues while staring at me with both reverence and admiration. With my usual stony scowl and gray hood pulled up, I took a pain oral contraceptive pill and proceeded to my locker. I was walking with a limp, for I had suffered a seizure in the shower earlier that dawn and banged my leg. My dad was now adding a guardrail in instance of another seizure.

After I stopped off at my storage locker, citizenry started bombarding me with doubtfulness as they had done on my offset day back. They asked me to tell them what happened in the locker elbow room, even though the guy rope in there had already retold it a thousand times. They also asked me to repeat what I had said about my cancer, for that had been the foremost prison term I had actually described it to individual. I just ignored all of the enquiry, acting like they weren't there. There was no reason to answer, even if it was just to be civilised. They meant nothing to me, and once I graduated in the fountain, I would never see them again.



I was lying in bed, holding a joint the size of a cigar. I had bought all the sess I could off that Mike guy and told him that he had better have More when I came back. If I was going to blow my savings on pot, I might as well get some customer serving. I always had a few hours to myself after every school day, my siblings would be hanging out with champion or be playing sports and my parents would be at workplace, leaving me with the house.

Lighting up one end of the stick, I took a deep pouf 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 bull. If anyone insulted me, gave me lip, or got on my bad position, I did not hesitate to project a punch. I was going to die soon so there was no reason to fall in a ass about anyone or anything I decided I might as well dish out with old concern while I still had time. A lot of people had made my spirit a incubus and I was paying them back. I received my average share of wound, I was often sporting a black eye, busted lip, or bruised face, but as long as I didn't suffer a seizure during a conflict, I normally won. I guess that was one reward of full-body endless painfulness : your enemies can't do anything to progress to you hurt anymore than you already are.

The school tried to ignore my natural process, or at least punish me lightly. Each altercation earned me a couple days dangling, but they didn't have the cheek to go any farther. The schoolhouse organization and I had bad account, and they certainly had a lot to rationalize for. My parents were the Saame, putting up a false front of condemnation while being unable to gain ground the bravery to punish me. They knew that I was self-destructing, acting out to try and deal with my pain. It was the only when affair I could do.



It was the day before Thanksgiving and my congener were expected to arrive in less than an hr. They all knew that I had Cancer the Crab and I was not looking forward to some sappy household reunion. I walked to the door and grabbed my coat."I'm going out for a walk."

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

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

Before my mom could reply, I stepped outside and into the bitter cold. There was no confidential information, but the air was frigid and raw. The air was clear, showing a pale blue sky as the sun slowly drifted towards the horizon. The surrounding area was a mix of thick Sir Henry Joseph Wood and marshy fields, the John Brown landscape painting now painted bloodless. 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 side of the roar was filled with garbage, from beer bottles to empty cigarette carton. The auto that drove past me hit me with a sudden walkover, like a death dying breathing time. The raw icy air, the barren landscape, the taunting drones of cars driving by, and the trash around my infantry was both comforting and depressing. The cold helped relieve my inveterate pain and the barren scenery made me find more at dwelling, but with each empty cigarette carton I kicked aside and each car that broke the silence, I was reminded of how solo I wanted to be and how much I couldn't be.

I soon arrived at the wooded park down the road from my house, but I wasn't ready to go domicile yet and I needed a pause from the cars and the route. There was no one else around ; even a appendage of the most bitterly and disorderly category would opt to remain home plate rather than be subjected to this bitter cold and malarky. I entered the timber, following the footmark of weenie and their owners, lightly covered by a sprinkle of fresh Charles Percy Snow from the dark before. As always, my view were on my own mortality, as I tried to forecast out how much time I had left. I should probably lead off making a will for when my body gives out and I at last achieve death, but what did I want ?

I came to a stop, my eyes wide, my breathing shallow, staring at the fauna before me. Resting against a strike tree to get out of the wind, a coyote lay on the coldness dry land. Its chest of drawers heaved slowly, causing the dried blood around the heater wounding in its incline to fling. Almost every night, the brush wolf could be heard yipping and howling in the farthest reaching of the forest, but this was the first time I had seen one up close. From the looking of it, it had probably wandered onto soul's yard and the holding owner shot it to create surely no others came by. From the curdling, it had potential happened the old night, but from the placement of injury, it was probably still bleeding internally and had organ legal injury. The fact that it had been able to limp this far into the woods was a miracle.

I approached the spite 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 hand ? I wasn't sure I'd even find it. The coyote looked up and gave a soft growl, but was too bore and frigidity to even evince its dentition. I crouched down before it and reached out. It tried to bite me, but its fangs missed and I managed to rest my deal on the top of its psyche. Knowing it could not hold open the bluff up any longer, it laid its head back onto the cold undercoat and waited for death. I brought my hand to its bureau, feeling its desperate intimation and its rickety heart beating.

Too tired to prompt its head, the coyote shifted its gaze upwards, looking past me. I followed its eyes to the wasteland tree limb above, contrasting against the eventide's pink sky. For all I knew, this creature and I were thinking the same thing. Would I ever see green leaves on those offshoot again ? Or would this be my last winter ? Would I die, low and in pain, or was there even a gleam of a luck for me to live my spirit without hiding from the world ? Would the day ever come when I too can bask in the sun ?

Solemnly, I reached in my pocket and pulled out my Swiss people Army knife. I couldn't leave this beast here to suffer. I had to put it out of its misery. I folded out the knife and put the tip to the back of the prairie wolf's spine. I hesitated, spending another minute looking into its eyes and feeling its body tremble. I had never killed an animal before, not counting the one or two mice I had run over when I was learning to drive, but this thing was much bigger than they were.

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

Taking a deep breathing time, I forced the leaf blade into its neck, severing the nerve as best as I could. Its consistency gave the smallest twitching and then everything became still and its oculus closed. I stayed there a little while longer, feeling the heat slowly leak from its body. I reached behind it into the crater of dirt of the uprooted tree and grasped a small handful of icy grease. I rubbed it between my hands, letting it thaw so that the smell of the food could slip resign. I stared at the shite, 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 return to the earth, just like everything else. For the first time in a long while, I actually smiled, knowing what I wanted. I wanted to be buried, but without a coffin, and certainly without being embalmed. I wanted to bosom my decease, not hide from it in a pine tree box while noxious chemicals keep me from rotting. I wanted to feel the soil on my human face, to be enveloped by the earth, and maybe have a tree planted over my grave accent. At least then, the worms and the plants would get more use out of my body than I ever did.

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



I stepped through the front room access of my home and was instantly bombarded by hugs and greetings from my relatives : first cousin, aunts, uncles, grandparents, and everyone else. I could smell the awkwardness underneath their words 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 over me, I went up the stairs and into my room. I moved to my bed, wincing as my heftiness became more and more sore. I lied down and let my aching body settle.

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



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

Having already gone through the read movements and actions, the girl opened her eyes and gazed at me with her usual quick smiling, while almost laughing in a placate hum.

"Are you even real ?"

"Does it count if I am really or not ?"

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

The female child then moved closer to me, closing the gap between us and reducing it to a few unendurable inches."If I don't exist, if I am just a creation of your own idea, 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 hand over my boldness and rolled onto my backbone, having suddenly felt my eyes watering up. Every word that passed from between her beautiful lips was a electrical shock to my very soul, like the ending of a beautiful book.

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

I was silenced, my unharmed body brought to a terminated stop by the sensation of the girl lean over and pressing her mouth against my own. I moved my hand away from my eyes, in complete and utter disbelief. This was the initiatory sentence I had ever been capable to touch her, and that first touch was expressed through my first kiss. Her typeface, so close to mine, I could see every exclusive detail of her mug and saturate myself with her rosy olfactory property. The sensation of her lips against mine, it went beyond just canceling out my pain, it made me feel… good. I felt well-chosen, euphoric, like I had just been working for three Day straight and was settling into a hot tub. Her mouth were so soft and warm, but also carrying a gentle spirit. It was like I was kissing a wisp of steam from a cup of tea.

The girl eventually broke the connection and we stared into each other's center. She then sat up and moved on top of me, her hands pushing down on my articulatio humeri and her foresightful scarlet hair hanging down around our faces like a curtain, seceding the space between us from the outside world and making it all our own. Staring at her full breasts and feeling the smooth lips of her pussy rub up against the shaft of my hardening penis ( with only the cloth of my bagger separating them ) was driving me wild with hormonal lust.

In all Lunaria annua, I hadn't been this aroused in months, I could literally feel the blood pumping furiously through my body and firing up the long-dormant parts of my psyche that I had ignored for so farseeing. But beyond her beauty, beyond her nude eubstance resting on mine and making me turned on than ever in my life-time, the large feeling was her weight on me. It was real. I could experience her pushing down on my shoulders, sitting on my lap. I could even hear the fountain of my mattress creak beneath us. This weightiness was really, it had to be, and that meant she was real.

"You need me to be real because you need to believe that there is some aspect of this globe that can make you well-chosen, that there is at least one person who can remove away your pain in the ass. But if I am just a creation of your own mind, then you should be overjoyed. It means that you hold the key to your own happiness, and wherever you live, no matter how you live, you can give it paradise."

The words were whisper and her face was lit with tender care and love. The female child then leaned down and settled herself on top of me like a cat, her chest pressed against mine and her facial expression buried in the English of my neck opening. Her body, it was so ardent and flaccid, I was completely at a loss for words on how to identify it. All I could do was wrap up my arms around her womanly frame, hold her miserly, and cry tears of joy. I didn't care, real or not, she was here with me, and that was all that mattered. Whether she was some sort of angel from heaven or just a figment of my imaginativeness, as long as she was with me, I'd be happy.

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

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

The handle was fully turned, and just as the door began to move, the missy 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 pipe dream had now reached new stratum of astuteness and I could interact with the girl Thomas More than I had ever hoped, that didn't help my daily routine. In fact, it made it worse. Spending every irregular yearning to go back household and go to bed so that I could ignite up beside that girl, my life became even more suffering. Everything that made my day difficult became frightful, and everything that had never bothered me before was now a torment, as it required time and stood in my way. Add that to my continuous pain and my multiple day-after-day seizure, and each day went from being an endless the pits to a taunting deprivation of the one light in my hellish life story.

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

While my visual sensation of the female child seemed to maturate, every night, I dreamt about that superstar, the wiz being devoured by the Negroid hollow in its core, the star sitting in a nebula looking like the eye of God. I could finger myself drawing closer and closer to the black hole in the inwardness, being pulled in towards my death. The finisher I got, the larger the celestial mass became, surpassing my human inclusion. Yet strangely, after that night, while my increasing proximity continue to lucubrate my vista of the star around it, the sinister hollow was actually shrinking like a contracting pupil. It was as if the fateful fix was sizing itself to tally with my distance from it.

December 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 guilty if I refused. They wanted me to live no matter what, so the only way to discombobulate off their suspicions that I was eagerly awaiting death was to feint hopelessness and fear towards the treatment. I eventually agreed to treatment under one condition : if I didn't see any solvent before New Year's or I started losing my hair, I was going to quit. I didn't have high up prospect, but I would do it to get my parents off my back.

On my first day of chemotherapy, I found myself in a way with early cancer patients, all sitting in electric chair lining the walls. Each one was hooked up to an IV, and their stagecoach of treatment were all visible on their emaciating bodies. Considering the meter it took for each session, everyone had method of keeping boredom at bay. There were laptops, handheld secret plan consoles, Koran, and one of the fry was even playing with a Rubik's Cube. I sat by the windowpane, letting the poison run through my nervure. I was also receiving a heavy dot of morphine, helping to benumb some of my pain. Hopefully I wouldn't have a seizure in the hospital. The last thing I needed was some intern right out of med school sticking a tube down my throat.

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

Slowly the strait of the early patients faded, the worldly concern falling silent around me. But I was not alone. I felt someone gently grasp my manus and opened my eyes, staring into the beautiful blues of the girlfriend. She was kneeling at my feet, naked as always. Behind her, the chemotherapy room had blurred into an unrecognizable montage, as if I was falling out of sync with reality.

"Marcus, my honey sugared Marcus…"she whispered, resting her straits on my lap.

I slowly reached out and come in my hired man on the top of her straits, stroking her hair."You're really here,"I gasped in amazement.

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

"What am I supposed to look for ?"

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

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



Christmas and New class's came and went, and I was well-chosen to see them go. I hated the holidays ; all of the cheer and happiness made my pipe organ fail. With the start of the New Year, I had the doctors check my condition and see if any progress had been made on my tumors. After a month of radiation syndrome and chemo, I had figured at least a slight change would be found. No. There was nothing. They had resisted the discussion and I was stuck where I was.



Each day, my pain was getting forged, and I found myself taking More and more tab than I was supposed to, both painkillers and anti-convulsion meds in an attempt to curb my seizures. Originally, I would take two painkillers every four hours and one anti-convulsion med every six, but now I was downing them like tic tacs. My body was weakening, but in a way, that was a salutary matter. I was close, so close. Soon I could stay in peace.



"20 bucks for a dose, and I'll give you an extra ten for a clean needle and to aid me set up. My hands are too shaky for something like this,"I said, standing in an alleyway in town.

The sky above was gray with a gentle snow pouring down on the dealer and I. Luckily, the café to our right kept us out of the flatus. The man before me looked to be in his late 20, unshaven with deep misgiving in his center. I was a new customer to him, and normally he would have turned me away on replete, but luckily I looked sick enough to pass for a tempered user.

"Let me see your hands."

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

"Alright, fine. You're in chance, kid. I just got some make new syringes yesterday and I've got one left."

He looked around to make surely we wouldn't be seen and then took out his merchandise. Filling up a spoonful with heroin, he clenched the handle with his dentition and used his script to hold a tripping and protect the flame from the confidential information. Slowly the gunpowder melted into its liquid form, and before it could chill, he unwrapped an unused syringe and filled it with the drug, finishing by handing it to me in exchange for the cash.

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

With the dealer leaving, I sat down on the coldness wet ground, pulling up my sleeve and looking for a vein. It certainly wasn't hard ; my pelt was as thin as composition and my arterial blood vessel were all swollen from malnutrition and the mental strain of my disease. I pushed the needle into my arm, not even feeling it amongst the billions of former afflictive peter tormenting my eubstance. I hesitated with my thumb on the plunger, wondering if this was really the route to take away. My life was already cut short and the chance of there being a therapeutic for my bother were slim, but did I really want to further burden myself with even a single injection of this toxin and risk of infection developing an addiction ? After all, the pot had been a dismal failure. What fortune did heroin throw 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 poisonous substance. Casting the empty-bellied syringe aside, I leaned my head back and stared up into the snow, waiting for the drug to take affect. Could I possibly be any more miserable ? Sitting in a back back street with diacetylmorphine running through my mineral vein, trying desperately to free myself for just a few moments from my disease… It was beyond pitiful ; it was shameful. But soon, the drug began to acquire effect, numbing my senses and bringing down my painfulness to a sluggish throb while leaving my mind spinning. Waiting for this glowering miracle to truly free me from my suffering, I stared back up into the gray-haired sky and let my idea wander.

Is there a god ? I ask myself that doubtfulness often, but of row, so does everybody. I don't know if I am a believer, an atheist, or just an agnostical. I see no reason in the world, no signification, no design behind the chaos other than the rule humans try to make. Is there a intention in any being ? Even mine ? Was I created with this dead body simply to meet ? Was I created and then abandoned, never cared about by whatever divinity might have cursed me with life ? Was all of humans created to have or was it created and then abandoned ? There is so much bother in the populace, so a lot excruciation beyond my own. What variety of squirm god would put us on this earthly concern to live as the abhorrence 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 amusement ? A TV show for more progression animation class ? Or are we little more than a bacteria colony growing on a toss out run pipe, created by stroke and never acknowledged ?

What use is there of a god in this human humankind ? Either he doesn't exist, doesn't care, or is he a upchuck freak that loves to create life history solely to toy with it. People waste their lives praying and begging to some bastard in the sky to change their lives, all the while trampling under everyone beneath them and casting judgment upon those who walk different course. But for judging them, am I no better ? Do I have any right hand to speak badly of people when I too am cursed with this misfortunate human consistence ? How can I condemn others for being judgmental when it means being judgmental of them ?

I guess that's one of the briny problems of this world : no one can create change without doing exactly what their opponent is doing. Whether it is trying to stop over a genocide or get a poster passed through United States Congress, every stand is just a repeat of its failed harbinger. Everyone thinks they know what's best, they think they have the key to saving the world or that they have seen the the true that no one else has so much as caught a glimpse of. All the Same mistake are just made over and over again, all the Sami promises spoken and never fulfilled, all the faults of others pointed out by those who are nothing to a greater extent than hypocrites. If this life really is the oeuvre of a god, then he is a sadistic god, a life where the tallest societal social system is null More than a pile of rubble, a mountain of failures all stacked up on top of each other with no one capable of escaping their mantle.

I don't know if there is a god, I'm not trusted whether or not I want there to be a god. If there isn't a god, then all this is meaningless and there is nix for us in this earthly concern but a quick life, an inescapable dying, 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 nix to do with him other then a luck to pay him back for creating me. What am I ? A believer ? An atheist ? An agnostic ? What is the gens for soul whose belief in God is nothing more than the desire to kill him ?

"Marcus, I'm cold."

I looked over, seeing the girl sitting adjacent to me, her healthy skin contrasting against the brick wall and the snow-covered pavement. She looked at me with somber eyes, pained by the stipulation I was in and how desperate I was.

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

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

I got to my metrical foot, struggling to asseverate my balance."I'm sorry you're leap to someone as miserable as me."

"You are not hapless. You are desperate, you are in hurting, and you are starved of love."

"Who could ever jazz mortal as broken as me ?"

"I do. Marcus, of all the masses in the worldly concern, I am the one that you have zippo to obscure from."

She stood up and leaned against me, her arm wrapped tightly around my neck. I could actually feel her, palpate 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 scene of your lifespan, of your personality, of your soul, I love with all my heart. Marcus, I accept you. I accept you for everything you are. Now please, let's go family. I don't want you to arrest a cold."



It was daybreak, and I was getting set for schoolhouse with my family in the kitchen. In my helping hand was a mound of anovulatory drug, one that I stared at loathingly. Pain killers, anti-convulsion meds, origin thickeners to keep my intragroup bleeding from going out of control, antidepressants, and countless vitamin supplements to serve me get some nutrition. With unremitting pain wracking my consistency, I rarely noticed my appetite, and any food that I did eat was often thrown up during my seizures, so pills were the sole way to make surely I got the nutrients I needed. I was always on the husky side, but after so many calendar week of this hurting, I had burned through all of my fat reserve and was little More than skin and bones. Hoping that I wouldn't just puke them up later, I poured the pill into my mouth and forced them into my gut with a glass of water supply. Time to start a new day.



"We're so close now."

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

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

With a lovesome smile, she leaned down and gently kissed me."We are so close now. We can talk, we can touch… we can kiss. I can finger you and you can experience me, the clip has almost come. Just wait a little longer."

"What has almost come ?"

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

I sat up with her, wrapping my arms around her and resting my frontal bone against her chest. The piano warmth of her bountiful titty against my side was a intimate Eden, coercing my peter into a pulse erection.

"Why can't I hear your name ?"

The red-haired smasher 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 name me, so that I may exist solely for you, so that I may bring you happiness and relieve your suffering. Then when you regain the will to live, you will exist solely for me, and this world will turn Paradise for all the years 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 hotness and inflammation brushwood away my tiredness. Raising my right manus, I reached up and cupped one of her breast, sending an uncontrollable shudder through my soundbox and causing some pre-cum to mute my boxer

"I didn't know you were such a deviate. How blue,"she murmured, closing her oculus and humming to herself blissfully with a pocket-size grinning.

I was smiling as well, massaging the orb of flesh with both tending and curiosity, having never felt a little girl's dope before. I began massaging the other one with my leftfield hand, rubbing the teat with my thumb and causing the girl's hums to increase in book. Jiggling them, squeezing them, and rubbing them together, I thoroughly explored every secret her muliebrity held and familiarized myself with every single centimeter of her flabby skin.

"It feels so unspoilt to have you reach me,"she panted as I began toying with her pap, gently squeezing them between my index and centre finger's breadth and rubbing them with my thumbs.

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

"Well to be for certain, how about a taste ?"she offered, lowering herself down and kissing me.

Following the lead of her lips, her lingua slipped into my mouth with incredible distance. I almost felt like I was going to exit on it. Her rima oris and natural language, they were so delicious, and the wetter the kiss became, the more of her flavor I was able to sample. She tasted like ripe mangos and tea and the longer I tasted her, the more energized I felt.

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

I smiled and raised my head teacher, kissing her number one on the buttock, then down the side of meat of her cervix, and to her collarbone. As I slowly moved down, the daughter slipped her hands into my boxers and grasped my cock, nearly making me cum proper then and there simply from the sensation of having somebody else refer it.

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

Shaking like a drug addict, I was barely able to take my sexual hungriness. 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 tongue across her breasts, unable to believe how good they felt and tasted, and just that I was making such versed physical contact with this unusual entity.

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

At her speech, my emotions suddenly flared up and quelled my natural desire. This young lady, whether she was existent 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 slowly, easy, working my lips around each nipple and stopping periodically to knead her breasts with my tongue. While I worked, she rubbed her smooth slit against the shaft of my cock. It was so soft, already soaking wet from her arousal and making me dizzy with the dulcet aroma.

"Such a bare spot, yet it feels so estimable. To be so close to you, I feel like I'm going to pass out in happiness,"she cooed.

As her movements became more aggressive and the blue-blooded rubbing became passionate grinding, I reached out and held onto her shapely ass with my hands. So delicate and yet so firm, both replete and taut, she had the ass of a Brazilian exemplar. All this stimulation, it was too often, I could feel all the muscles in my lower dead body tensing up from my approaching orgasm.

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

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

Gyrating her pelvic arch, the girl's apparent motion increased until it actually felt like I had penetrated her. We finally came at the same meter, me launching about a injection glass'worth of ejaculate onto my tum and freshly sheen of wetness coating the girl's womanhood. At the feeling of X, I gave a deep grunt and the girl gave a shrill and rather lovely whine before she collapsed on top me.

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

"Any chance we could remove it a whole step further ?"I asked, placing my hands on the sides of her face and brushing aside her long crimson hair.

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

"But I don't know what I'm waiting for… And I don't know if I can wait much longer. Every day, my power to live on this pain lessens. I'm losing my horse sense of touch, my survey and hearing are failing, and my dead body is wasting away because I can not hold food down. I just want to die. I just want it all to stop. If I end it all, then I can expend 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 timelessness imply even Thomas More if it also meant a lifetime ? Just wait, and I will turn this realm into heaven for you. Here, let me give you something, something to defy you over until our day comes."

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

After licking up every drop, she held her drumhead just above my humanity, stroking it with her hand and working out any blurriness."Now, let me bring you happiness."

She then took the hale matter into her sassing, swallowing it with simplicity and bringing her lips all the way down to the base. At both the sight and feeling of her sucking me off, I immediately had my second orgasm and shot a pane of semen down her throat. The missy quickly pulled her head back and coughed, but before I could apologize, she smiled.

"Don't worry, it's fine. Just try and hold back a little, let me enjoy this too. Besides, it's delightful,"she said coyly.

keeping back ? Hell, that was easy, I doubt I had any sperm left hand to put out, but with her hand stroking my prick and that hungry formulation on her facial expression, I couldn't lose my erecting if I wanted to.

delivery her head back down, the young lady resumed blowing me, but this clip taking it slow. She started simply by running her tongue around the head, licking away any sperm that remained from my beginning or minute orgasm. She then moved to the rotating shaft, delivering recollective wide end run, almost tracing each vein and sending shivers up my back. After physically memorizing every detail of my cock, the girlfriend again wrapped her oral fissure around it completely, bringing her point down so the tip was crammed against the back of her throat. Moving each time with an upwards prosody, she began bobbing her head with a steady rhythm, massaging my dick with her tongue and face while her saliva dripped down into my lap.

As she worked, I watched with a smiling and gently stroked her haircloth and brushed my fingerbreadth against her brass, trying to pass my gratitude without interrupting her. Through her efforts, I could find my body working up the military capability for one last culmination. It would probably be a dry fervidness, but it would be no less powerful. Sucking on my cock like it was the straw in a particularly chummy milkshake, the daughter broke through the final doorsill I needed and I finally came, spraying every last drop cloth of come I had into her mouth and on her face when she finally released it.

I laid my head back, completely drained of both energy and cum. After swallowing all of my seed and cleaning it off her facial expression, the young lady sat on my lap and ran her fingerbreadth through my hair."Name me, so that I may exist solely for you, so that I may bring you happiness and comfort your excruciation. Then when you regain the will to last, you will exist solely for me, and this world will become paradise for all the Day of our lives."

She kissed me on the brow, the flavor of her back talk being the live on sensation as I fell back to sleep.





Chapter 2



For the next several days, I tried thinking up epithet for the girl in my ambition, but none seemed to fit. Actually, it was like my mind wouldn't accept and pick out what I picked to be her name. I would recollect up a gens, and when I'd try to say it while imagining the girl and associating her with it, the name would suddenly suit inaudible to me. I would find out that sound from my dreams, the muffling auditory sensation that always blocked out her gens, even when I spoke it. I could feel my lips shaping the word and my outspoken cords shaking to make the sound, but I could never learn it when I spoke it.

As always, my meetings with the girl were much LE unagitated and platonic than that magical dark. I would inflame up, we would verbalise a little, and sometimes I would be able to wind my arm around her and hold her for a few minutes, but it never advanced past that.



I was standing in the boy's bathroom at school, muttering whammy in front of the urinal. I had been there for more than five hour and I needed to piss like a truck device driver, but I couldn't even bump the seal.

"Goddammit, I don't need another wellness takings. Just micturate already."

I finally groaned as the reserves were released, but as soon as I looked down into the urinal and saw the coloring red, I gritted my dentition and began to shake up in defeat. After finishing my result to nature's song, I walked over to the sump and leaned against it, trembling from psyche to toe.

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

With my mitt bleeding, I walked out of the bathroom and back to class, where a maths examination was being taken. Returning to my desk, I began stuffing my thing into my bag, splattering rip from my hand and muttering curses.

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

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



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

"The unspoiled news is that the damage isn't permanent, at least at this stage. The bad news is that the kidney failure was caused by highly unreasonable pill use. We originally had you set at the maximum potential level ; did you retrieve you could go even further without issue ? Just the identification number of pain sensation killers alone you're taking are plenty to down you, add in the anti-convulsion MEd, the descent thickener, and everything else, and it's a miracle you're still alive."

"right field, so I should just get on my knee joint and thank God that I'm not abruptly yet, I should just be thankful that I get to hold back living each day with never-ending agony and mind-tearing capture,"I muttered, keeping my cheek downcast with my hoodlum over my eyes.

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

"I'm afraid that you're going to have to start cutting down on your medicinal drug if you don't want to continue wee blood. You may even let to give up dusty turkey until your immunity wears off so that when you resume taking them, they'll be affective once again. If you keep going at those pill the way you have been, your kidneys will become completely unusable and you'll need a organ transplant, and considering your disease and your drug habits beyond anovulant, no transplant citizens committee will let you so much as look at a healthy donor."

"Beyond pills ? 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 palpate any cravings for it."

"Marcus, are you crazy ? ! After everything you've been told about drugs and after all the prison term we've warned you about their risk, you would resort to using heroine ?"my dad exclaimed, to a greater extent upset and desperate than wild at me.

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



In the weeks that passed, my parents tried to restrain the amount of money of pill I took, but it was just as unmanageable 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 intensity level and frequency of my seizures. I stopped sleeping, ineffectual to ever steady myself down enough to relax. As January moved onto February, I finally gave in and quit taking my meds, allowing my body to put to work the chemical out of my arrangement and miss its developed immunity.

I spent that hellish hebdomad at home in bed, howling at the top of my lungs while the arcsecond ticked by with sadistic slowness. Without anything to even muffle the full input of all my infliction receptor, my body was essentially ripping itself apart from the interior out. I couldn't even tell when I was having a capture or not, it just all felt the Saame. Every second, I felt like my physical body was being shredded away by flaming chainsaws while twin lobotomies were performed on my brain with jagged icicles.

My parents had to stay abode from work to select care of me, as I could not go to the privy or feed myself. They could do zip but sit by my bed and listen to me scream, always trying to call up of a way to facilitate me. They tried to live it, unable to ask my short brother or onetime baby to wait after me without feeling any more guilt than they already were. For years, my sense of clock time blurred. I was ineffective to secern night from day, hot from cold, or dream from reality. When I was awake, I often hallucinated, and the entirely multiplication I ever slept were when I finally managed to croak out from pain or exhaustion, and even then, it never lasted longer than an hour.



Lying in bed, in the throws of a ictus, I felt a deep thud in my chest, as if my heart had just slammed against my ribcage. My sweat became clammy and I began to lose my control over my limb. Barely capable to breathe from the hurting already surging through me, I felt a second powerful clunk in my chest. I could smell my pulsing, hear it pounding in my auricle, and finger the loss of rhythm method. My heart was struggling to continue beating, ineffective to bear the tenor any longer. Neither of my parents was in the room and I couldn't call them, my lungs refusing to work.

‘ Is this it ? Will I finally die ?'

My affectionateness at survive stopped, but instead of closing my oculus, I continued to gaze upwards, watching as the cap of my bedroom vanished to let on the eye of God, spinning overhead. My bed disappeared beneath me, my room following suit of clothes to reveal the vastness of space. I was so close to the celestial nexus that I could almost see the somebody glossa of flaming in the typhoon surrounding the sinister hole pupil. The star occupied the integral sensible horizon, as if fade world in half so that one face was the darkness cosmos and the early side was the sea of atomic attack. I was about a km from the surface of the black pickle, which had shrunk down to the size of a ten-story building.

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

The clothes I had been wearing were vaporized from my body, signaling my last ties to the real world being severed. But answering my silent call, the girlfriend from my hallucinations appeared, flying out of the black yap towards me, subdivision outstretched, tears in her eyes. She slowed as she reached me, coming to a period before gently embracing me and holding me close with our unclothe bodies pressed together.

"Marcus, I'm sorry, I'm so distressing. I know how a good deal you're excruciation, I know how much bother you are in,"she whimpered, crying with her fount buried in the side of my neck opening.

She then looked up at me, her wild blue yonder eyes trembling."But it is not your time to die yet, just a lilliputian recollective. Please, favourite, support on just a little retentive, for me."

I tried to say her figure, but once again, only the unclear stochasticity was heard. In reply, the miss smiled and wiped away her weeping. Wrapping her weapon around my neck opening, she leaned forward and kissed me."I love you, Marcus. With all my heart, I love you. This is the most selfish matter I will ever ask of you, but please, live on ! Please, you must wait just a footling longer ! Go nursing home, Marcus, it is time for you to go home. You still have to describe me, remember ?"

She then separated from me, pushing me away. The moment her hands touched my bureau, a undivided powerful split second rocked me to my CORE, causing crack of twinkle to flash across my imaginativeness as if reality itself was fracturing. I reached out to her, trying to predict her name while a second base beat of my heart sent to a greater extent cracks through the fabric of quad.

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

A third cadence of my heart broke the cosmic visual sense and I woke up, back in my bed with my arm raised, still trying to make contact lens with the angel. My gist had resumed beating, albeit slowly. While it surely would not last, my botheration had all but disappeared. Just as she had, I too began to cry, letting my arm drop curtain and brood my face.

"I love you too."



Eventually, I was able to resume taking my medication, and it was hard for me not to swallow every oral contraceptive I could get my hands on. I'll admit, they certainly took the boundary off, but I had already made up my mind. I was done. I didn't know why the girl wanted me to hold off, but I couldn't do it anymore. I just couldn't handle living any longer.



It was February vacation and a winter storm was howling external. The rash had been going for almost three 24-hour interval and power had quickly been lost. The house was dark, the only light coming from the eerie gray air passing through the windows. My family had gone to a friend's sign to enjoy their electricity and bleed water, while I had chosen to stay home. I wanted to be alone for this. I sat at my desk in my room with a glass of body of water and a pile of pills next to me. They were sleeping tablet, painkillers, and everything else I had. I was slowly writing a suicide eminence, trying to use my best penmanship. I included the command 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.

"good-bye pain in the ass,"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 ceiling and contemplated my life while I waited for decease to come in. It really had been a worthless life. Maybe I would finally memorize what relief was in dying, but considering my luck, I would probably just end up vomiting the oral contraceptive and surviving. In time, I could experience my body becoming leaden, my nuisance dulling, and my intellect slowing down. I was almost there, so close. Closing my middle, I whispered one final good-bye and apology.



I was hovering in presence of the smutty trap, still eating the star from the inside out. The black hole itself was now only about the size of a toolshed. The solid sight looked less like an eye now and more like gargantuan maelstrom, with a holographic black orb in the inwardness, hiding the rightful heart of the quantum singularity. I was a hundred understructure away from the surface of the black kettle of fish and the little girl from my dreams was hovering in front of me. The two of us were naked, and while she was smiling, her grin was sad and there were rip running down her face.

"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 gallant of you, Marcus. Your will is unparalleled."

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

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

"Wait, what do you stand for ?"

I reached out and tried to catch her bridge player, even though she was well out of reach.

"I wanted to endure my life with you, to exist solely for you, and to die with you. I wanted to see the world before coming here, to see everything before returning to nothing. It's pointless now, you made your selection, one that I fully understand and love you for. Come to me, Marcus, and let us bring back to the Source together. Let us become one within the end of all reason."

I began shouting her figure, but as always, I heard nada but that indescribable noise. I had not been able-bodied to find out her true name, so this moniker was all I could use. I cursed as the girl slowly made striking with the Earth's surface of the Black hole, resting upon it like she was sunbathing on a boulder. After only a second base, I was forced to watch over 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 convey myself to a stop but unable to fight the gravitative pull. I collided with the contraband screen, feeling no bother in the impingement even with it being quite solid state. I tried to crusade myself off, to contend somberness, but with the tenuous exertion, the airfoil beneath my hands gave way and I began to be sucked in. Simply acting on instinct, I took a mysterious breath before my head was pulled in. The girl was in straw man of me, just out of reach, hovering in a Brobdingnagian spinning soaker of bright violet light, a convolution leading onwards into infinity.

As my lowly body was slowly absorbed into black hole with me, the lady friend looked me and smiled."Your dream was to experience happily with the one you loved, so that too became my aspiration. Your wish was to bump your soul fellow and be happy for the rest of your lifespan, so I sought to allow you that indirect request. Do not be afraid, we can still be together forever."

My eyes widened and I fearfully gasped as her trunk slowly began to dematerialize, breaking up prison cell by cell. Looking down, I realized that I too was falling apart, my anatomy and blood literally being shed from my forcible phase, but without any bother or sensation.

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

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

From her words, a blinding epiphany flashed in my psyche, 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 fingerbreadth."Tell me, what was your care ? !"

"To go and be happy with you,"she murmured, as the top of her headland 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 happy, and I refuse to do either of them without you ! I change my judgment, I want to live, and I want to go my life with you !"

I then called out her name, her genuine epithet, finally able to hear it. At the phone, the girl's one remaining eye bolted open, and the twisting vortex of violet light began to churn violently. I shouted her name 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 dead body were fully reformed.

"Marcus,"she gasped.

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

Holding onto her tightly, I looked back at the surface of the black hole. It was so secretive 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 soul, not caring if my muscleman tore and my bones snapped in the cognitive operation. Just as I thought I was about to betray, my fingers broke through the surface and I grabbed on, feeling the exterior become hard beneath my grip. Roaring in desperation, I pulled the two of us back up and the dark hole released us with a geyser of reddish blue energy shooting out like a volcanic volcanic eruption. The girl and I were thrown out into the macrocosm, clutching each former for dear life.

"So can we subsist our life history together and be well-chosen ?"she murmured with her grimace buried in the side of my neck.

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



My eyes opened and I immediately turned my forefront and threw up, emptying the contents of my stomach onto my bedroom storey. The absolute majority of the pills were still inviolate, letting me survive by the skin of my teeth, but enough had been absorbed and dissolved into my bloodstream to leave me feeling sick and dizzy. Gasping for air and shaking more than than ever in my life, I spat out the last of the vomit and wiped my face. I had tried to kill myself and lived, but that ambition, had I really chosen to live on or did I just throw up as a raw reflex ?

As I lied back and stared up at the ceiling, I realized that I was not the solely one in that bed. Looking over, my eyes widened as they fell upon the unconscious Angel. She was proper beside me, covered in line and some sort of other liquid, but… she was there. I knew that this was dissimilar than all of the former times I had woken up next to her. The way she was weighing down on the mattress, the way the blood on her skin was staining my weather sheet, just the way she looked… she was real, she was completely material. This wasn't a hallucination.

My initial seismic disturbance was replaced by fear, realizing as if for the low gear time that she was covered in blood. I reached out and urge my finger's breadth against backer's neck opening, checking her pulse and finding a inviolable and becalm heartbeat. Moving as quickly as my chemically-shocked body would take into account, I dashed out of my way and over to the bathroom, grabbing all the towels I could and coming back. Climbing back onto the bed, I rubbed her down with the towels and wiped away the roue and the former mysterious fluid that covered her. I looked desperately for any cuts or signs of accidental injury, but I found zippo. She was completely unharmed.

After again checking her pulse, I stopped and just stared at her, completely memorized. saint, the light of my life-time and the girl of my aspiration was literally decent here in front of me. How had this happened ? How could a human being being just suddenly materialize out of thin air ? My enquiry were interrupted by the noticing of a foul olfactory perception in the elbow room. Oh yeah… I had vomited on the flooring.

I smiled and looked down at angel, gently pulling the blanket over her naked manikin. Real or not, I couldn't let her wake up to such a mess. While I waited for her to take in consciousness, I cleaned up the vomitive and sprayed the stained carpet with every chemical I could get my hands on to remove the odor. The rustling of blankets could be heard as I was returning from dumping the towels in the laundry room. She was starting to awaken. More unquiet than ever in my living, I sat down on the bed and wrapped my men around hers. Her eyelid slowly rose, showing her two beautiful blues.

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

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

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

"Do you think of anything ?"

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

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

"Are you sure ?"

She was silent for a few Sir Thomas More here and now."wait, I remember… my name. My epithet is saint, I think."

I smiled at her realisation. She was real.

"Who are you ? Where am I ?"

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

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

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

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

With a sugary sweet grin on her lips, she clutched my hands tightly. I could palpate my face becoming red in embarrassment. holy place darn, she really was an angel.

"Are you hungry ?"

She nodded.

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

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

"Did you undress me ?"

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

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

"Do you predict ?"

"Yes,"I said with my voice raspy.

Several seconds passed where the little girl stared into my eyes, and I stared into hers. Finally, she smiled."I believe you."

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

"Please don't leave me."

I gave a low but lovesome smile."Very well, whatever makes you happy."‘ She's in completely new surroundings, so she is trying to find something familiar, or at least something that makes her feel prophylactic and happy. I was the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes, and she wants to last out close to whatever seems even remotely familiar, even if we only met a hour ago. She needs something to cling to.'

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

"Is soup ok ?"

"Yes please."

She was starting to find better ; I could see her relaxing with the situation. I filled a pot with one of the large jugful of water my family had saved for the red ink of power and put it on the kitchen stove. While it did demand a match to compensate for the loss of the electric automobile start, I was able-bodied to get it going without worry. With the pee heating up, I turned to angel, sitting on one of the can at the island table. She had a small-scale grin and it was reflected on me.

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

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

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

I looked around the kitchen."Try to constitute as many matter as you can. The mental stimulus might bring some memory board back."

She began looking around the kitchen and naming everything she saw, but still no computer memory appeared in her headland. With the water in the pot soon bubbling, I poured in the flavor mailboat and brick of noodle, and stirred, waiting until it could be served. Ah ramen, the stark consolation food.

"When the world power income tax return, we should probably call off an ambulance for you. Plus maybe they can help you regain your retention,"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 snow and coated in blood. Maybe it would be effective if I don't remember."

Pained by the loss of her smiling, I placed my hired man on her impudence. Her tegument was so soft and shine that I wanted to kiss her good then and there.

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

She held onto my paw, brushing it against her cheek like a cat seeking philia.

‘ No two strangers can get along this well in LE than ten proceedings. She really is Angel.'

The visible light came on and a beep rang out from the skunk sensing element and ruined the moment. I checked the speech sound but there was no dial shade. The telephone set assembly line must have been more heavily damaged than the great power lines.

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



I sat next to the bathtub, watching as it was filled with hot piss while holding my hand beneath the deluge to make sure it was the right temperature. While I waited, Angel walked around the house, exploring her surroundings and simply trying to energise her mind. With the two of us separated, I now had a moment to truly imagine. This fille, she had somehow come out of nowhere, this figment of my imagination becoming a existent soul. Either some sort of unexplainable miracle had just taken place or my hallucinations had now reached a unhurt new horizontal surface of depth… or maybe I really had died and this was heaven.

Either way, it would be hard explaining her to my parents, and no subject what I said or did, the law would probably end up getting involved. Either I would stick to to my lie and keep saying that she just appeared naked at the room access asking for assistance, or compromise and say I just woke up with her adjacent to me and had no estimation how she got into my home. For all I knew, she could let been a burglar or in high spirits on PCP. Whichever path I took, it would be hard, but as long as I had saint, it would be deserving it.

"Angel, the bath is ready !"

When no reply came, I stood up and strained my spike. Had she fallen back to sleep, had she even passed out ? Shaken by that fear, I scoured the house and found in her my elbow room. She was standing over my desk, still wrapped in her blanket with her shoulders trembling and my self-destruction bank note in her hand, now dotted with her tears.

"Angel…"

She turned to me with swimming bone rolling down her cheeks."Marcus, you were going to kill yourself ?"

I slowly reached out and took the felo-de-se bank note from her, proceeding then to crumple it up and thrust it in my sack."I was. Listen, the bath is ready, we'll talk of the town after you get cleaned up,"I replied, unable to meet her watery-eyed regard.

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

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

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

"Well I shouldn't be here while you—"

She let go of the blanket, letting it fall to the level around her ankle joint. I had lost course of how many times I had seen her naked torso, 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 continue talking to you."

She stepped into the tub and settled down, letting the last of the dry rip and other liquids wash off her body and grant her strip form a beautiful refulgence. She purred in felicity as she submerged herself in the hot weewee, letting her whole body soakage before she brought her nous back up and laid back, with her farseeing ruddy hair itemisation and twirling around her body like seaweed around a mermaid. Seeing her knocker floating on the control surface with wave after waving gently lapping at her delicate flesh was firing up hormones inside of me that I never even knew I had.

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

"I thought you read the note."

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

I sat down on the edge of the tub and was silent for several present moment."There are people all over the macrocosm who suffer worse than I do : infants dying of starvation, kids used as sex hard worker, grownup forced to watch as their phratry suffer with nothing over their heads but the cap of their hut. I admit, even my life could be far risky than it is now, but there is a key conflict between those masses and me : they are able of being happy. They have the will to live and the ability to smile. Me… there is nix in this populace that can make for me joy, I am physically incapable of being happy.

For about of my biography, I have not known what happiness feels like. Even as a child, I could never bail bond with others and I always felt out of place in the Earth, like I was out or keeping with this reality. My real economic crisis began eight geezerhood ago, when I was constantly teased and ridiculed by those around me for no rationality. I was simply picked at random to be used as a punching bag. I was tormented for eld on end, but the unity who brought me so much pain never got the penalisation they deserved. In order to"give me a reprieve from my torture ”, I was transferred to a school for troubled kids. That place was hell, with the scream of the mentally disturbed echoing down the Hall. It was like being in an insane psychiatric hospital but with prep. I lost a year there while my tormenters still faced no punishment. For a year, my nous rotted, up to the breaker point where I even began to hallucinate.

I was desperate for a cure to my torment, something that would make this foiling and constant quantity torment worth it. I decided that the simply thing that could possibly bring me peace treaty is love… or death. So I searched for love, for my soul mate, trying to recover the one girl who could take away my pain, for even when I was just a kid, my inwardness ached. My loneliness, depression, and anger poisoned me. Toss in hundreds of hours of forced psychiatrist sessions and prescription anti-depressants that didn't do jack-shit, and my life story lost its light.

What I'm about to secernate you is something that I have not told anyone. I was so do-or-die for ministration that I even took a brand to my own build. It was not a suicide attempt, but I was hoping that I could cancel out my intimate pain with outer pain."

I showed her the scars on my arm and Angel placed her hired hand on the wither lines and gave me a look of mysterious sympathy.

"No affair what, I could not bump a human that could be my redemption, so in my regret, I developed a bass hatred for humanity. I'm disgusted by my coinage and I wish that humans would just all die out. I've even given up on finding a person Paraguay tea because every girl I met was just too heavily tainted by the world to do anything other than sicken me and activate my execration. But with my loneliness still plaguing me, I knew that my suffering would keep on. With my mind filled with Chaos and the universe always stuffing my mouth with the taste perception of ash, I decided that decease's sweet embrace was the solitary thing that could bring me peace. The only reason why I didn't obliterate myself then was because I did not want to put my family through the botheration and grief,

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 blueness. I found out that my brain is riddled with tumors, focused mostly on my brainstem and limbic system of rules. All these years, my limbic scheme was basically being smothered by useless tissue, leaving it incapable of producing chemical like serotonin and other compounds needed in order for the brain to feel the emotion happiness. No wonder I had always been miserable ; I was basically a car running without oil.

The other neoplasm, the neoplasm on my brain stem, had finally grown big enough to interfere with my nervous system, causing to the full body nerve arousal of infliction receptors. For every second base of every day since then, I've been in indescribable agony, constantly downing painkillers and fearing of my numerous daily gaining control. In short, I've been suffering since I was born, and it just keeps getting unsound and worse as I grow older."

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

"Marcus, I am so sorry."

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

Angel stared at in surprise.

"I was half abruptly from a pill overdose when I heard you slamming on the doorway. My eubstance kick-started and I threw up the pills. I would be abruptly if it weren't for you."

"But I thought you wanted to die ?"

"When I found you, I found the will to exist. While I was waiting for you to heat up, I was aegir to meet you and hear your voice, to see you smile. As long as you need me, as long as you need aid in this human race, I will be there for you. I refuse to die as long as there is something I can do to pull in you happy."

tears now with tears of joy, Angel wrapped her arms tightly around my neck."Then if staying with me will pretend you happy and keep open you alive, I will never go forth you. You saved my life, so I will save yours and stay with you forever."

Her words brought a wave of emotions through me, so intense that I was practically shaking. With no one else on the planet could I have bonded so well, not in a century, let alone a single hour. This miss, this true angel, we had been in love longer than she knew and her tactile sensation were pouring out, even with her memories having yet to return. Once her memory fully came back and she remembered the life we shared before her physical arrival, our lives would turn paradise.

We stayed in that john for as long as the urine was hot. I told her about my kin and recanted some pleasant memory board, and while she listened and scrubbed herself with a bar a Georgia home boy, I even shampooed her haircloth. Eventually, her occasional yawning began to maturate in frequency and I could tell she was feeling sleepy.

"seed on, you should get some rest."

I grabbed a towel and the two of us stood up. Just as holy man was about to step out of the tub, she slipped and landed in my limb. Holding her wet nude pattern pressed against me, I felt my humanity go so erect that I almost thought it would pop. I just had to desire that Angel would not notice the gibbousness in my bloomers. With the towel wrapped around her, I brought her into the guest chamber and left to get her some dress. My sis Emily was the Lapp size as Angel, so her clothes would fit. Giving a sigh, I closed my eyes and looked away while I opened my sister's underwear drawer. Shuddering from the shear amount of money of wrongness, I grabbed the firstly pair of panty my mitt touched and quickly wrapped them in a t-shirt.

With a pair of sweat pants, panty, and an vest and blouse, I walked back to the guestroom and stood in the doorway, watching as saint dried herself with the towel. It was not a strong-arm arousal I was feeling, but an emotional one. I wanted to make passion with her, not sex, not the act performed by porno stars and drunk teen. I felt a physical attraction to her, but it was an aroused one that was far more powerful. I walked in and handed her the clothes and she got dressed, carry through for the blouse. With a smile in the back of my mind, I regretted seeing her clothed. She lied down in the bed and I wrapped her in the blankets.

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

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

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

I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. On the island table, hidden behind a box of cereal, was my feeding bottle of pain sensation Master of Education. A thrill ran down my acantha as I realized something. There was no pain. The wholly time I had been with Angel, I had been feeling no painfulness, just like whenever I dreamed about her. I pulled the self-destruction greenback out from my pocket and stared at it, my eyes fixed on the teardrops that she had left when she read it.

"I don't feel any pain…"

I walked into the bread and butter room and grabbed the ignitor above the fireplace. Igniting the small butane flannel mullein, I held the flaming under the self-destruction note and then tossed it onto the bed of frigid ashes, letting the flames destroy was could have been.

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

For the next three minute, I simply sat in the promiscuous chair in the living room, thinking about my future and the life I would subsist with saint. As fantasy after fancy passed through my mind, I heard the front door open, signaling the retort of my fellowship. My sister, new brother, and parents stepped inside.

"Marcus, you really need to originate getting out of the theater. You need to spend time with people,"my mom nagged.

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

This was going to be difficult.

"There is something I need to tell you…"

"What ?"my dad asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The phone lines are still down and you know I don't have a mobile phone phone. I've been waiting for you to come back so that we can take her to the hospital. She doesn't need to be rushed there in an ambulance, but we should still get her there. require 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 breaths and trying to calm myself from the conversation only moments prior. I approached the guestroom and stood in the doorway. holy man seamed to be shrouded in a veil of Light Within through my optic, but I knew she was really there. I silently walked towards the bed and crouched down. I placed one hand on Angel's os frontale and my former on her hand.

"Angel Falls ?"I whispered.

She opened her beautiful eyes and hummed a reply.

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

"You'll semen 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 phratry, not in her current state.

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

"What ? Why ?"

Unable to suppress my grin, I pointed at her chest of drawers, where atop the colossal mountains that were her breasts, her nipples were poking through the thin cloth of the undershirt like fingertips.

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

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

Following my advice, she put on the blouse and buttoned it up, but the problem still was not completely solved. Unlike the tank car top she was wearing underneath, the fabric of the blouse did not stretch. It merely clung and constricted when the wearer's proportions weren't… fitting. Suffice to say, the merchant ship of the blouse barely came down to her belly clitoris, and the buttons were silently screaming as they struggled to hold in holy man's breasts. This time, I made no attack to suppress my laughter, to which Angel Falls 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 hear my parents and siblings talking downstairs. They were all sure I was either hallucinating or just playing a practical gag. My crony 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 sounds of two pairs of footfalls on the stairs, all doubts were erased. Eyes widened and pant were suppressed as Angel came into view, cute as a push button with a bloom of nervousness and her subdivision wrapped tightly around mine.

"Everyone, this is angel. Angel Falls, this is my kinfolk. That's my Sister Emily, my Brother Phil, my mom Laura, and my dad Alex."

Everyone stared at her with shock. Not only was it strange just to finally meet her, but also her beauty was unbelievable. Shocked most of all was Emily, not only by Angel's existence, but by her… appearance. She certainly couldn't remember any of her blouses clinging to her like that, and she had to press the urge to look down at her own chest for a miserable comparison.

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

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

Her unquiet murmuring melted the hearts of everyone in the room.

"Emily, can holy man 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 holy person and held her close.

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

With Angel using a pair of my sister's shoes, my parents and I brought her outside and we got into the car. I sat in the back with her, keeping my arm around her at all meter. The movement into the city was silent as the sky darkened with its usual wintertime focal ratio, and as we maneuvered through the snow-caked city, holy man stared out the window with full optic, hoping the scenery would spark off some dormant memory. I didn't say anything about it, not just because my parents were in the car with us, but because I knew there weren't any memories for her to recover.

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

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

We all got up and followed the nursemaid. Unlike the people who were just getting casts for break down bones and stitches for large cuts, we were all brought into a hospital room like the one I had woken up in after my commencement capture.

"Just postponement in here and the doctor will be rectify with you in a arcminute,"said the nurse before walking away.

Angel Falls 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 moment.

After a few minute of arc, a doctor walked in."Hello, I'm Dr. Philip Warren Anderson. Due to the nature of your sojourn, the constabulary have been contacted and we've been asked to do certain mental testing, including a Brassica napus kit. This will be an overnight sojourn. I suggest one of you stays, simply to keep her well-off and to answer any questions that she can't. Now, could you please give me a detailed recant of everything that has happened ?"

Making certain I avoided any deviations in the level, I retold the lie that Angel and my household had heard : I had found Angel at the hind room access, naked, covered in origin, and crying for helper. I pulled her inside, managed to warm her up, cleaned her off, and let her contract a bath. That was all there was to it.

"If that is everything, then I shall go and differentiate the detectives outside everything you have told me, then we can commence with protocol. I'll send in a nurse to fetch you a infirmary gown."

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

"But Marcus…"

I held Angel close."Mom, please."

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

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 determine our liaison with her. With everything that is going on… with you… we should try and prevent further complication. You saved her, you protected her, and you did everything right, but we're all strangers and it's prison term 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 take a exclusive pill or experienced a single seizure. I don't know why, I don't have it off how, but it's like my cancer has vanished. When I'm with her… I feel happy, happier than I've ever been, even before I was sick. I didn't just relieve her, she saved me, and I can't empty her to return to my agonizing excuse for a life. I'm staying with her."



Still not liking my decision, my parents accepted it and left. They would come back the succeeding day. Over the line of the nighttime, holy man changed into a infirmary nightie and underwent several exam. We learned everything from her age to her rip type. She was both the same age and pedigree type as I was, augmenting my cerebration about her occult being. During the assault 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 room, mentally exhausted. The majority of the test result would be given tomorrow.

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

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

"You'll never need to."

I walked over to the electric chair beside her bed, preparing myself for the uncomfortable night's sleep, but before I could reach it, I felt her hand grasp 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 prospicient crimson pilus and thanking every deity I could think of for allowing me to be with her.

Happier than ever in my biography, 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 thorax and the blanket around us sealing in the warmth of each former's torso. I held her so close that we could feel each other's heartbeats.

"saint, I promise that I will check 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 mitt on my chest.



saint and I were eating breakfast in bed and talking.

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

"home base ?"

I smiled."Well, you'll indigence to ride out 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 street corner on my way back to Angel Falls's elbow room, I saw Dr. Anderson and two police detective by the room access. They were both men, tardily XL with peppery short hair.

"Oh hell no,"I growled.

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

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

"She and I have already told our story a twelve metre, there is nothing left to say. I heard her crying for help at my back door, I found her bare and passed out with blood all over her body, and I brought her interior. I didn't see anything external, I didn't bill anything strange, and I have never seen her until now. She can't resolve any of your inquiry ; 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 resultant from the tests. Her rape kit showed no signaling of violation, there were no drugs in her scheme, and she didn't have any injuries. There is nothing else I can severalise you."

"Well there are two test results that you haven't heard. We found tincture of the origin on her, as well as a certain other fluid. It was mostly scrubbed away in that bath you gave her, but we found small amount all over her. It is unimaginable to get a match on the blood because it is devoid of white blood cells, which are the only cells in blood that contain DNA. We also found amnic fluid,"said Dr. Anderson.

"So what are you saying ?"

"The blood on her had to make been treated to receive the white descent prison cell removed, and unless she was just born yesterday from a hulk cloned uterus in a lab somewhere, there is no explanation for why she would be covered in afterbirth."

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

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

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

It was not a prompting. I could feel the stemma boiling in my veins with the desire to abide by Angel and protect her, but this was out of my control.

"Very well."

While Carl David Anderson and Frank Baum stepped inside Angel's elbow room to try one last time to jog her memory, Detective Francis and I stood out in the lobby face to face.

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

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

"So when we get the hotdog to search your property for any scent trails, we won't find something surprise or contradicting to your story ?"

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

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

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

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

"That's all that I ask."

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

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

I stepped into the hospital elbow room, seeing Angel Falls sitting on the bed with a didder looking on her human face. line devoid of DNA and amnic 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 headache, I'm not going to let them separate us, I promise."



As my parents signed the temporary detainment papers, Angel and I sat in the car, just enjoying being tight to each other. I could tell that she was well-chosen about having a home to go to. We both knew that eventually she would become a permanent fellow member of the family, even after the police had performed their investigation.


"I don't have to detain, do I ? If I have to waste my metre, I'd rather it not be in the freezing cold,"I said dryly to the police force.

I was standing with a squad of cops at the edge of the Sir Henry Wood behind my menage. The dense forest went for miles and it was the just direction Angel could have come from if she was found at the back door. Without even looking, I could sense her watching us from the windows.

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

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

One of the cops pulled out one of the towels I had used to houseclean off Angel when she was in my bed. He held it up to the bloodhounds and the blackguard immediately seemed confused as they sniffed the ground, ineffective to peck up the svelte scent early than the flimsy trace backer left at the firm when returning from the hospital. I certainly didn't expect them to find any traces of her, and I had to hide my stand-in when they finally gave up.

"Feel devoid to look for the area, but if you need me, I'll be with someone who needs me more."



Angel and I stood in the guestroom. It was the betimes good afternoon and the theater was empty. My dad was at work, my sidekick was at a acquaintance's menage, and my mom and sister were out shopping for clothes for Angel to wear while she stayed with us. The cops had quickly left, unable to find any evidence to sustain or deny my history, but they would eventually hail back.

"Now this is your room."

I looked at Angel and could state that she was tired. I placed my hand on her articulatio humeri."You should get some rest ; you had a foresighted night and woke up early."

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

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

With the nicety drawn to keep on the room dark, we both climbed into the bed and I put my arm around her. Underneath the blanket, our bodies pressed together like two puzzle part, I felt so affectionate and comfy that my eyelid suddenly weighed as a great deal a yoke of dumbbells.

"Marcus ?"angel murmured.

I could only hum in reply.

"I think I remember something."

My centre bolted open."What is it ?"

"I was supposed to meet someone, I was supposed to cope with him and bring him happiness, just like the felicity he would add me. I can't remember who it was, but I think… I think that person is you. I think we were supposed to meet and pretend this world paradise."

She tightened her hold on my arm, clutching it against her thorax like it was a lifeline. 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 hours 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 foot and a one-half of space between us, and we were on our position facing each early. I felt a shiver crawl up my spine, realizing that backer was in the demand same position as when I would ignite up to see her as a dream. I looked upon her beautiful face, ineffective to form a 1 thought. Slowly, her eyelids opened, and her amobarbital sodium oculus held a deliquium glowing. Her face was Stoic, but her eyes were filled with passion, inviting me to total closer. I felt a pulse of warmth front crawl throughout my organic structure as a spark seemed to shine in my mind. 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 head to toe but knowing that everything was as it should be. I leaned forward and kissed her, gently at get-go, but her quick reaction and mirroring of the act drove me to go with Thomas More heat. She kept her eyes closed the whole time, as if half asleep even while kissing me. I placed my hand on her collarbone, feeling her consistence becoming hotter and hotter as the kiss continued. I moved my hand down and cupped a warm up breast. saint let out a hum of pleasure as I squeezed, unable to take hold the integral good deal in my hand.

I slowly pulled up her shirt, brushing the top of my fingerbreadth along her reduce belly. Angel raised her implements of war and pulled off the shirt. While we kissed, I moved my paw down to her waist. She let out another hum as I pulled down her panties, admiring her defenseless beauty without ever ending her osculation. While sporting a truly powerful erection, 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 handwriting against her Virgin dent, the vertical backtalk feeling like velvet beneath my fingers.

At my touch, Angel gave a flaccid whimper of pleasure and her legs slightly spread. I continued to tease her, caressing her muliebrity with gentle—almost ticklish—strokes by my finger's breadth. Soon, I decided to go further, settling my hand like I was using a computer black eye and swirling the tip of my middle finger at the first level of her interior, where her soft frame was moist from stimulation with a vibrant garden pink shade. Feeling my finger probing such a sensitive stead, Angel Falls began to tremble and pant through our unending kiss. I continued my promotion, including my ring finger into the stimulus and working the two digits bass inside of her. Burying them up to the irregular joint, I stirred her arm while rubbing her clitoris with my thumb.

backer's body was now moving like a wave, with a soft whine passing through her lips as I pleasured her. Taking it one final step, I ended our kiss and moved my head down, wrapping my backtalk around her right nipple and tugging on it gently. No longer bound by my lips, Angel's whines of pleasure were now detached to be heard, but I was sure that with the door shut, no one in the house would hear her. I didn't even know if anyone had come back yet. I pushed that thought and worry out of my head, focusing instead on pleasuring saint. My attention was well directed, as within minutes, holy person arched her back and released a gentle but shrill holler of euphoria. While she tried to overhear her breath, I pulled my fingerbreadth out of her and licked them clean. Her wetness, her nub, it tasted as sweet as I imagined.

I quickly undressed, knowing what was about to happen, but before I could move on top of angel, she suddenly pushed me onto my spinal column and climbed on top of me. Sitting on my lap, the wet lip of her pussycat kissing the shaft of my rock-hard rooster, she gazed at me with cutter 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 happiness. I remember you're touch, your tasting, your love, your pain, and your affectionateness. I remember the deathless strength and passion in your eye when you finally realized and cried out my name. I remember it all, Marcus. I love you so very much that I can't even describe it ! I'm so happy, I think I could cry !"

The air was pulled from my lungs and my body froze. This couldn't be real, this had to be a dreaming ! There was no conceivable way that my life could become so… arrant. holy man gave me a farsighted and passionate candy kiss, once again reaffirming that she and the earth around me was real. Before she could end the kiss, I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly.

"I love you so much, backer. You're the most important affair in the world to me. You're the light source of my life, the only reason I've been able to go for on this longsighted. Without you, I was cipher. Without you, I am nothing. You saved me from the darkness of my own nous. You reached out and saved me. You gave me a home in a world I despised and was disgusted by. You aren't just my Angel Falls, you are a true angel,"I said, letting split of felicity free fall from my eyes.

Her cheek against mine, she whispered in my ear,"I told you before that if you named me, I would survive solely for you. Now I will execute my promise and shit myself yours. No subject what you desire or what I must do, I will exist for no reason other than to bang you and bring you happiness, just as I know you will do the same for me. I will be the embodiment of your will to live and you will cherish me just as I will cherish you."

She raised her brain, keeping her aspect hovering over mine with her foresightful crimson hair hanging down and sealing us within our own private space.

"I love you, holy person,"I said, placing my hand on her cheeks.

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

Raising herself up, she reached down and grasped my turncock, keeping it standing at the right angle. Key and gate now brought together, she gently lowered herself down onto my manhood, embracing it with her womanhood. I was truly left field breathless by the sense experience of entering her, unable to completely describe how skilful it felt. It was so lovesome, so easygoing, and so wet, but beyond that, every single facial expression from the friction to the tightfistedness was so perfect that it was as it her body was actually changing and adapting itself to my preferences.

Even more, beyond just the physical connection, I felt like our hearts, psyche, and souls were merging together. I could finger her emotions rushing through the connection and into me, overflowing with warmth like pee from the perfect exhibitioner, and just like our joined anatomy, I was able to penetrate her judgment with my own emotions and felt her embracing me.

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

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

"We were, Marcus. We were."

She then leaned forward onto her hands and raised her low-down body, revealing the shot of my prick with a sheath of blood from her ruptured maidenhead, the same shade as her hair. She lowered herself back down, whimpering in joy as I filled her to mop up with my phallus. Moving in a easy whip second, she began raising her depleted consistency and then swinging it back down onto my pecker, driving it up into her with the perfect speed and durability and leaving me completely overwhelmed with happiness. Every time she dropped down, her perfect ass would jiggle against my lap. After mastering the rhythm and movements, she changed her technique and began rolling her lour body on me, grinding back and forth with my pecker stirring her honey pot. She rode me like that for several minutes, allowing us to both get fully accustomed to the sense datum of being intimate.

Soon after, she changed her technique again, leaning back and relying on her stomach muscles to lift her up so that she could spring on my pecker. Her brass was blushing while she panted, and her big breast jumped with her like a pair of melon-sized water balloons hanging from the bumper of dune roadster going off-road. I was almost hypnotized, but within me, I also felt a burning warmth. I felt the need to act and fill the lede in this dance. I felt invigorated, energetic, invincible, like I could pee love to her for hr and never waste my warhead.

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

backer 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 men on her hips and elevated her, giving me room to get down thrusting up like a plunger. Angel's whimper of bliss became a groan of euphoria, with the mattress squeaking out its own feelings to my motility. I was using the bed to my advantage, harnessing the springs in the mattress to confuse me upwards with lend strength. I was thrusting up into her with everything I had, feeling completely immune to any depletion in toughness. With her back now to me, her long crimson hair was splayed out across my face and chest like a crashing waterfall. To some, this would be annoying, but I loved it. Her pilus was so diffused and smelled so sweet ; it felt like I was being showered with rose petals.

Wanting to commute my angle of penetration, Angel Falls adjusted herself on top of me, leaning farther back and resting her foundation on my knees. I certainly didn't object, though it took me a instant to readjust my movements to enter her. With her now lying on me, I had no room in which to squeeze and now had to use my depressed body in ordination to pull out and labor back in, basically in a wafture gesture. As she rocked back and forth on top of me, Angel's tits bounced and rolled beautifully. I would suffer given a kidney to view them joggle. At the clock time, she was moaning in happiness with a tissue layer of exertion covering her naked torso and giving her an erotic sheen.

It is impossible to trace the stallion Galax urceolata of adept I experienced while confidant with holy person. From a forcible decimal point of view, it was like we were perfect for each other, our bodies synchronized in a way never seen before in the world. Every breather, every tremor, and every motion was mirrored and countered, letting us inspire every potential form of pleasure in each former. It was as if we were two halves of clock, a clock made of millions of small-arm, and through the connexion of our bodies, every piece had come together and each check and tock echoed masterfully. But beyond the physical experience was the emotional one.

For the commencement metre in my life, I felt like I was truly understood, like I was truly roll in the hay. I was experiencing a adhesion that cipher else in history had ever felt, because nobody in story had ever been in a billet like this. In traditional homo bonding, two multitude meet, and if they are compatible, then over time, they adjust themselves to complete each former. With Angel, I had found someone that already completed me. I didn't need to modify anything. I didn't need to conform and alter my personality ; Angel had been born matching my individual perfectly. The only alteration was that I was now happy instead of miserable. To feel so tightly united with someone gave me something that I thought I would never experience : belonging. For the start time in my sprightliness, I felt like I finally had a home in this construct known as reality, like I was that one obstinate small-arm of a mystifier that didn't seem to go anywhere, until at last, I found the smirch where I fit perfectly. Until now, I loved my family, but only enough to guilt me out of committing self-destruction. With Angel, I finally felt at peace treaty with the world and wanted to cover livelihood, to be on this earth as long as possible and spend every day with her.

I don't know how longsighted we were intimate ; I think it was a yoke time of day at least. It certainly felt like it had been when we both collapsed onto the bed, drained of energy and gasping for air. My sense of time finally came when I heard my mom announce a ten-minute warning for dinner throughout the house. It was about 7:00, and the bed was soaked in sweat and other bodily fluids. Angel was on her back with her leg wrapped around my waist, and I was basically sitting on the sol of my base, driving into her like a jackhammer. We had been like this for fifteen minutes, but I refused to change spatial relation simply because I got a gross prospect of Angel's titty and was able to watch them bouncing and jiggle to my heart's depicted object. My mom's warning told me that it was finally time to block up, though I felt like I could have gone all night without quitting.

"saint, I'm going to cum."

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

"But you might get pregnant."

"Relax, we're condom today, faith me."

I smiled, kissed her, and then put all my long suit into ten more pumps. At last, I released my entire warhead into Angel, filling her up until seed was literally overflowing out of her. At the same meter, Angel cried out in ecstasy and a chill ran throughout her whole body as she experienced her umpteenth climax. Finally feeling my check exhaustion, I pulled out of Angel and fell back, barely having enough energy to pass off. Angel was in the same state, the lips of her pussycat now swollen from the hour of sex. But we were felicitous, happy and in love.

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

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

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

"wellspring 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."

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

Angel sat up and I grasped her carpus 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 entire body is basically Ground Zero from all that lovemaking."



Dinner was awkward to say the least, with everyone trying not to stare at angel and I. I honestly couldn't tell if my class had heard the two of us having sex or not ; they weren't sending me any signals of acknowledgement or embarrassment. Maybe it was because this was the first sentence since her introduction that my family had actually seen Angel and could speak to her. While the unwieldiness was nearly choke, my crime syndicate did seem relieved to one big change : I was gorging myself on every scrap of food mom had prepared. After month of throwing up every meal and hours of sex, my organic structure was screaming for nutrition and my stomach felt like it was about to implode.

"Hmmm, I never realized how much I missed calories,"I groaned in happiness while shoveling a one-third helping of crybaby onto my plateful.

eventide intellectual nourishment I normally despised like salad and drawstring bean practically vanished as soon as they touched my plate.

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

Before speaking, I shoveled a forkful of dome into my mouth, making Angel Falls giggle."Don't worry, I won't let that hap. I'm skinny for the first time in my life history and I want to keep it that way."



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Emily nearly jumped when Angel Falls pulled off her shirt, letting her titty spring forth without restriction. She had just assumed all this sentence that Angel had been wearing a bra, if she had known that she wasn't… she would have been more hesitating in staying in the room. Angel seemed to throw no fear about going topless in front line of Emily, but Emily was feeling sick with envy. She couldn't help but switch her gaze from Angel's chest to her own.

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

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

"It's no job. But, uh… you can keep the pantie. Now… this the first meter we've actually talked, and I know that you've probably told your story a hundred fourth dimension, but I have to ask : do you really not remember anything ?"

holy man lost her grin. She had regained her memories, but they weren't the kind of memories that she could say 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 reliable, I don't want to remember. I'm sorry, I know that makes me levelheaded really unelaborated,"she chuckled sadly.

"Why don't you want to think of ? Is it so that you can persist here ?"

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

"Luckily I was the lonesome one upstairs and the room beneath the invitee room is rarely used, so I'm pretty certain I'm the alone one who knows. I will admit, the fact that you two moved so quickly is really suspicious. Under convention condition, I would never be able to trust you. I would be certain that you were just using Marcus."

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

"So what makes these non-normal circumstances ?"

Emily sighed."I can't service but believe you. I see the way you look at my brother, and it is with rightful happiness and love. A con artist could easily play tricks me into believing that, but I'm just unable to see any evil intention in you. Besides, you make my crony happy, and that is something that he has needed so badly that it is beyond description. When he was introducing you to us, I saw him smile, and he literally hasn't smiled in year. During dinner party, he was so happy-go-lucky and full of life. If it keeps Marcus happy and awake, then I'm will to necessitate a risk on it."She then began to laugh."But how the pit could you two immediately jump to sex ? ! Either the two of you are lying and you actually know each other, or it's something else."

saint laughed as well."We're in lovemaking, it's as mere as that. When I opened my eyes and found him beside me, clutching my mitt, I felt so rubber and secure, so wanted and cared for, I knew that no one could love me as much as Marcus did. In him, I saw a breach marrow that needed to be mended but was capable of so much love, I saw kindness beneath stratum of pain, and I saw someone who would cherish me forever. He told me that he saw me as an angel ( no pun intended ) that had come to make unnecessary him. He said that I had the kindest heart and soul and the mellisonant mortal he had ever encountered, and that I was the light of his life. He wanted to protect me, to support me, to bring me felicity and love 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 dwelling house.

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

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



For the rest of vacation, Angel and I tried to keep our beloved mystery, but the heat between us doing those intimate time was inextinguishable. During the dark, I would wait for everyone to fall numb before sneaking out of my room and into hers. In the darkness, we would wee sweet lovemaking before falling asleep in each former's arms. Early in the morning, my lookout man alarm would wake me up, and I would purloin back into my room.

With holy man, I found there were two variety of sex : physical and emotional. When we were physical… holy shit. We were a couple of godforsaken creature on PCP and ecstasy. We would go for 60 minutes, burning kilocalorie we never even knew we had and exchanging fluids like our bodies were actually completely liquidity. It wasn't simply hormone-driven ; it was like we were fully exploring each other's soundbox and letting our deepest instincts come Forth. Our bodies were more compatible than humanly potential, and just being close filled us with so much Energy Department that we could be familiar for hr and never grow wear. We basically ran through the Kama Sutra like it was a booklet and did every position we could believe of. Angel remarked upon my newfound strength and stamina with nifty joy, as her sexual hunger was just as cracking as mine.

The other kind was obtuse and gentle, loving and intimate. Like when we were physically based, we would pretend love minute on end, but the speech rhythm was completely different, completely Tantrik. While our bodies were linked, we allowed our somebody and minds to merge. It was as if we became telepathic, being capable to interpret our feelings for each other without ever speaking them. When we fucked, it fed our trunk, but when we made dearest, it fed our souls. Just holding onto each other, making as much tangency as possible, and being so close that we could feel each former's tenderness beating… it brought us a seventh heaven that no physical look could match. Holding each other after making love was as nice as the act itself.



It was near the end of vacation, and saint and I were kissing in her elbow room. I heard person coming up the stair and angel and I quickly separated. Until my kin fully accepted her, we needed to hide our relationship. I pretended to be in the eye of explaining something to holy man to help her try and get the best her amnesia.

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

"Thanks,"I said before he walked off.

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

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

"We have finished our investigation, and we can't find any ghost of her existence prior to when you found her, but we have no way to be trusted to be sure if she committed or witnessed any crimes. We'll continue to search for her identity, but early than that, there is nothing we can do,"Detective Francis said.

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

"Its not like you found a dog that you want to keep. We need to think of her future. There are place where multitude in her shape can live,"said my dad.

"No, we are not abandoning her."

Before they could respond, I looked down at the floor."Are the two of you blind ? I haven't suffered from one gaining control ever since I met her."I held up one of my pill bottles. It was completely full."I haven't been in pain for Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. She has taken away my suffering, and she is the only one who can. Not only that, but… I'm well-chosen. For the inaugural clip in my lifespan, I'm actually felicitous. I thought that my sickness made that unacceptable, but she has somehow cured me of both my torment and my misery."

My parents tried to guess of a reply but were ineffective to counteract my line of reasoning. After all, it was authorize that whether backer stayed or left, my wellness and life story depended on it.

"She needs me as much as I need her. Her retention is slowly beginning to occur back, she remembers info about the world and what things are and mean, but she knows nothing about herself. I can't help but marvel if that knowledge will ever come back, or maybe there was none to begin with. For all we know, she could be starting from starting line. She may not have got a place or family to return to."

I sighed and softened my tone."I know that there is also the financial situation of letting her stop with us. elbow room and control board and all that other stuff… I know that this family is already strained with three child. 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 name her a member 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 biotic community college. I would do anything for her."

I stopped as I heard someone standing in the threshold. I turned and saw it was saint. The heart and dear in her eye was like a soothing rain to my soul. She walked over to me and wrapped her hands around mine, leaning her brain on my shoulder.

"Mom, dad… we're in love."

Several here and now passed by,

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



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

"I can't even trace how respectable that feels,"I hummed, taking not bad delight in the deal of the moonlight being caught by the spittle and pussycat succus on saint's tits.

"To bring you happiness is why I live. I'm glad that my chest are so expectant, you sure appear fond of them,"she purred, rubbing the two soft yet firm pillows of flesh against my manhood.

Her skin, it was so smooth, fragile, and sonant ; it was like she had been shaved from the neck down by a optical maser and then took a long bathroom in a tub wide of moisturizer.

"I'm fond of everything about you, from the endless kindness within your pump, your goddess face, the sweetness of your soul, your foresightful and elegantly beautiful hair, and your flawless trunk, which practically perspires sexuality."

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

I was more than well-chosen to obey, and in the form of four ropey snap, I ejaculated every dip of semen in my body, coating Angel's side, her tits, and her outstretched tongue. Before it could fully deflate, Angel took my prick in her mouth, cleaning it off and siphoning out any bullets that had been loaded into the gun barrel but never fired. Once it was abandon, she sat up and hungrily licked my cum off her knocker like it was the marrow of life. I almost had to laugh when she started wiping it off her side and then slurping it off her finger, 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 lazy years to ourselves. I am really not looking forward to schoolhouse tomorrow,"I sighed.

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

"Don't remind me, but maybe I'll skip lunch and occur plate for a quickie."

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

"Hey, can you pick me ?"

I then gave a deep sigh and looked up at the cap."It's been so uncanny since we met. For the first time in my life, I'm truly happy. And my pain, I never knew that I was equal to of feeling so petty of it. You almost managed to take it away when I saw you each first light, but for it to be uninterrupted like this, it makes me experience like I've spent the last-place three calendar month wearing a suit of armor with a track apron underneath, and now I can finally walk free without anything weighing me down. To think that my lifetime could become so perfect…"

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

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

"Yeah ?"

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

"Then we leave. We'll leave and go somewhere where there will be nothing standing between us. I love you, Angel. I love you to a greater extent than you could possibly imagine."

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

As she pulled away, a grin crossed her back talk and looked down, seeing that I was once again rock hard."Well, looks like you're set up for round 2,"she said coyly.

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



"Ugh, I hate wearing these,"I muttered as I tried to go on the rachis of my gown closed.

I was in the hospital to get my learning ability scanned and check the degree of my Cancer the Crab. Angel was with me and my parents were in the waiting room. She had a warm smile completely devoid of fear or concern.

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

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

With a fond smile, I grasped her manus and placed it on my pectus."As long as your heart is beating, mine will puzzle as well."

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

The door of the room opened and a nurse poked her read/write head in."Marcus Clive, we're ready."

I looked at Angel Falls and kissed her on the forehead. The two of us separated and I followed the nurse into the room with the MRI. The nanny handed me a yoke of earplugs and I climbed up onto the workbench, lying down so that it could load me into the motorcar. In the halter tube, I could hear the buzzing of the MRI kick to life. For various proceedings, I listened to the political machine whir as my brain was scanned and sighed with relief when it finally stopped.


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

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

"Not completely, but it seems like there is something that is keeping it in check mark. We certainly didn't see solvent like these with the chemo or radiation treatment. It could be an anatomical defense mechanics or there is something in your surroundings causing it. The cancer could pass if whatever is helping you disappears, but praise, you're winning the battle."

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





Chapter 3



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

"The private instructor will be here at eight, and he'll be home-schooling you for a few calendar month while we figure out where you can go for a real Education,"I said as I pulled on my backpack.

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

We tried to ignore everyone watching us.

My sib, parents, and I went outside, with Phil, Emily, and I being driven to schooltime by our dad. The Feb weather seemed especially inhuman, and I realized it was because I didn't have my arm around Angel. As we drove down the jolting driveway, I could palpate my body becoming colder and colder with every in of distance between us. But I was also in a good mood ; I would be going back to school pain-free, and with Angel in my life, aught in the world could hurt me.



It was gym category and the matter of the day was place exercise. The gymnasium had been split up into areas, each with a different drill or activity to be performed for a set measure of time. Arriving at the chin-up station, I jumped up onto the bar with gusto. I normally hated gym class with every character of my being, but my in force mode and deficiency of pain in the ass was making me restless.

"I thought you couldn't be in gym category 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 XII lifts, I finally jumped off and landed on the floor. My muscleman were twitching from the sculptural relief of no bother.

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

I chuckled and cracked my knuckle duster."That punk has been home-schooled all this time for some minor hurt while I barely missed a day while being in sempiternal full-body agony. What a Noel Coward. Whatever, if he wants to struggle me, he can go ahead. It's not like he can do anything to hurt me."



As the day wore on, I missed Angel More and more. I longed to await into her eyes, to hear her sweet articulation, and to obligate her in my weaponry. I would sit in class, looking out the windowpane. Everything around me was drowned out, as she was the but thing on my mind.



I was unquiet as the bus got closer and closer to my sign of the zodiac. The instantaneous the bus stopped at my driveway and the room access opened, I bolted out, running as fast as I could. I ran up the longsighted unpaved driveway, ignoring the coldness. I didn't even notice as my human foot broke through the ice over a abstruse puddle and was submerged up by my ankle in icy water. I kept running until I got to the house and wrenched spread the doorway. I took a step inside and Angel jumped into my munition, kissing me passionately. funny story, the two of us together reminded me of those old Melvin 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 chamber. Instead of throwing ourselves onto the bed, we crashed into the wall by the windowpane, not even noticing as we ripped our clothes off and licked the inside of each other's mouths. As soon as Angel's blue jean and scanty were off, I got down on my articulatio genus and buried my sass and spit in her sweet incision. Lathering her interior and drinking her essence, I was on Cloud 9 while simultaneously making holy person moan in raptus. Her pussy tasted so sweetness and was so soft, I actually lifted her up and let her rest both her legs on my shoulder so that I could delve even deeper with my tongue. Having ripped off her shirt and bra, holy person was massaging her breast with one mitt and running her finger through my hair, stammering how sound it felt and how a lot she had missed my touch. While working diligently, I couldn't assistant but look up and admire her full breasts, dominating my eyeshot as if I was standing at the pedestal of two mountains.

Without the flimsy break, I performed my much-enjoyed duty until Angel experienced her first coming, filling the sign with her shrill calls of ecstasy. While she stepped back down onto the priming with shivering wooden leg, I stood up and fully strip. She was quickly ready for me, and without wasting time, she wrapped her arms around my neck and her branch around my waist while I entered her. Holding her against the wall, I began thrusting with trench, brawny shoves, slamming the head of my turncock against the entrance to her womb over and over. Each fourth dimension I forced myself into her, Angel would turn a beautiful yelping of happiness and her hold would momentarily slow from the thick shiver running throughout her body

As much as I loved being capable to go cryptic than common, the inefficiencies and deficiency of comfort of the position quickly drained our forbearance. As if reading each other's minds, I pulled out of Angel just as she unwrapped her legs from around my waist. With a coy grin on her look, she turned around and stood by the window, shaking her shapely ass at me. Grinning, I brushed her hairsbreadth aside and ran my tongue up her back, brought it up to the back of her ear, and then began kissing her neck to try and nonverbally express my gratitude and describe to her just how perfect she was.

With my dick rock music arduous and literally pulsating with each round of my spunk, I got behind Angel and entered her with repose, drawing a blissful hum from the penetration. After a few tentative throw to get accustomed to the movements and Angle, I placed my hands on holy person's hip and immediately began hammering her with the speed of a pecker. She was pushed up against the windowpane, 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 potential. With each hefty thrust, backer's breasts would slam against the window, and with the iciness of the glass, her nipples quickly became like gumdrops, while her perspiration and breathing place left a beautiful impression of her hands and chest on the window. I don't know which sounded better, the clapping of her taut ass against my lap or her breasts against the window.

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

Wanting to run the setting to the bed, I put my arms under Angel's genu and picked her up. backer just thought I was changing the position again and began grinding her twat against my hammer as I held her up, moaning and grunting like a barbarian animal. More than happy to indulge her, I began lifting her up and down with my arms while using my downhearted soundbox to hurl up into her. To the wet sound of her muliebrity getting penetrated over and over again by my putz, Angel Falls leaned back and we began to kiss, quite gently in demarcation to the waste ass just two feet away.

Soon my weapons system began to smart and I decided that it was time to move on. Gently, I set Angel down on the bed, momentarily pulling out of her. Knowing what I wanted, she held herself up on the sharpness on her hands and stifle, inviting me back in. I accepted the invite and mounted her like a dog, drawing invigorated moan and cries of happiness as I fucked her with everything I had and with renewed speed. The whole star sign was filled with the clapping audio of flesh against flesh as I drove into Angel with all the power I could summon, desperate to fill and pleasure her.

For an hour and a one-half, we continued like that, continuously switching positions and screwing like there was no tomorrow. Our bodies had been starved of each other all day and we were desperate to take a shit up for lost time. Eventually, we stopped for a break, simply to catch our hint and give my manhood a reprieve. Now was my favorite constituent ; angel and I holding each other as we let our trunk relax from the fleshly act of love committed only import ago.

"How was your day ?"I asked as I could find angel's soft breathing slow to its usual pace.

"form of boring. The private instructor gave me a small run to see what my mind remembered. He was fairly surprised by how well I did, saying that it was amazing how I remembered how to do algebra but didn't even know my last epithet,"she hummed, pressing herself tightly against me.

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

"well it is because to you. I may not feature been born with memory 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 pain sensation. I can never even begin to show my gratitude for saving me."

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

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

Angel chuckled.

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

She looked at me with unbelief.

"Don't worry, I don't give a rat's ass what anyone there thinks. I don't want any friend. blaze, I don't even need to acknowledge anyone there. I severed all crosstie with almost everyone else on the satellite 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 screw ?"

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

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

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

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

"wellspring just don't kill him. I don't want the cop to ask you away."

"Yes, dear."



The future 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.

People in the hall immediately stopped to watch.

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

I stood up and faced Tom. His nose was crooked and his lips were covered in scar from getting cut up by his teeth. Many of his tooth had been put back in, however, most were falsify. He would never be able to smile without mass laughing at him. I had a devious grin on my face as I pulled off my pelage and backpack. Standing before him, I released a flourishing laugh, feeling my madness mix with the sentience of invincibility I had gained since meeting Angel.

"You want to fight me ? You think you can even hurt me ? ! You're nothing more than an louse !"

"I'll putting to death you, you bastard !"Tom howled, pulling back his arm and punching me in the position of the nerve, just below the eye.

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

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

I lashed out and punched Tom in the intrude with all the strength in my eubstance, literally holding nothing back. He staggered back with his hands over his broken nose, giving a muffled howling of hurting while bloodline streamed out from between his fingers. My fist was shaking, not in pain sensation or fear, but felicity. The smile on my face was a bloodthirsty maniacal one, burning with the haunted fire of the yesteryear and the brave flames of the hereafter. I was finally free.

"I've experienced my own demise, witnessed the end of all reason, suffered more agony in the net few months than you will ever go through in your lifetime, and finally discovered felicity through something beyond your comprehension ! There is nothing in the earth that can I can fear or desire, nil you can do to wound me ! I've broken free of this cosmos and outgrown you !"

I lunged forward and punched Tom in the face. The blow grazed his os frontale, sparing him virtually of the impact and allowing him to deliver a punch straight to my gut. While it was unassailable enough to pink the steer out of me, after the levels of pain I had endured, it felt like I had just gotten hit by a beach bollock. Laughing like a maniac, I stood upright and again punched him, giving an insistent black eye. Roaring in painfulness and rage, he tackled me and slammed me against the wall, then began punching me in the face wildly. While his poke decimated my form, they were unable to rob me of my grinning and confidence. Sporting two black eyes and bruises across my face, I reached up and caught his clenched fist, stopping the barrage.

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

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

I slammed my cubitus into his look and fractured his eye socket. Tom staggered back, and without any hesitation, I delivered a punch to the gut that made him buckle, granting me the perfect opportunity to slam dance my knee in his nerve and wear his already broken nose. Nearly excited from the nuisance, Tom was essentially incapacitated as I began pummeling him with my fists, beating him wildly until my knuckle bled. I had to admit, the fact that he stayed on his feet was commendable, but that only gave me a continuous reason to continue punching him.

Within seconds, it was Tom set against the wall, completely at the mercifulness of my punches. His face was a fucking kettle of fish, even worse than mine, but I wouldn't full stop. As long as I didn't kill him, I had nothing to vex about.

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



tierce weeks suspension, a pocket-size price to pay for my vengeance. I was lucky not to have been expelled, but once again, Tom throwing the initiatory punch was all the refutation I needed. My parents, who were both ferocious that I had gotten suspended yet again but sympathetic when they saw how bruised up my face was, brought me home early.

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

"Yeah, I'm mulct, but if I miss anymore days after this, I won't be able to fine-tune and will give birth to look at summer school."

"Your mother and I are going to discuss your penalisation. You had skillful hope we don't leave you out in the backward yard with a tent and a rubbish 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 contusion,"Angel murmured, leading me to the kitchen.

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



Once again, my parents were distraught on whether to be mad at me or be accepting of my action mechanism. saint and I were rapturous. During the morning, Angel Falls and I would sleep in for an excess hour, inflame up and make love while half-asleep, then go have breakfast, and wait for Angel's tutor to show up. Once he arrived, I would aid her with her oeuvre in all the ways I could. After the private instructor left, saint and I would cause tiffin and spend the rest of the good afternoon chatting or making love.



One afternoon, Angel and I were taking a paseo through the woodwind instrument. Snow was gently falling from the cloudy sky and there wasn't even the slightest breeze. We were walking hand in hand, just enjoying the glass-like scene of wintry nature. We stepped into a vast hayfield, transformed into a sea of coke money box by the ageless winter.

"Ready ?"

"Ready."

We both fell back into a snow bank, letting the crystallized mattress shock our fall as if we were resistant to gravity.

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

She looked at me and placed her ticklish finger's breadth on my boldness. I pulled off my mitt and did the Same. angel didn't frisson as my cool down paw brushed against her diffuse porcelain peel. From her hand on my cheek and my hand on hers, I could feel warmth seeping into my body.

"Marcus, there is something I have been thinking about for a piece. 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 wipe out yourself. You said that you hated and were disgusted by the human race. What did you think of ? I have your memories, but I don't know your thought processes."

I sighed as I tried to think of how I was going to explain it."When I was in that school for troubled small fry, my soul was wax of rage. Not only were my tormentor getting off without punishment, I had been locked away like a felonious. I looked at the scheme that had screwed me over and the turn psychology of the bullies that had made my sprightliness a living inferno. I realized that if I were to interpret the forces that had ruined my sprightliness, I would need to interpret the essence of those force-out. I began to front at the human race as if I was not human. I looked at history and I studied the masses around me. I looked at their defect, their imperfectness, their weaknesses, and their predictability. I was disgusted by what I had found.

human race is nothing Sir Thomas More than an evolutionary dead end, the result of our antecedent becoming smart enough to survive in the harsh wilderness and thereby losing their evolutionary drive. When early humans overcame the obstacle that get in the way of the life story of species, they found that there were no longer any obstacle that required brain single-valued function higher than what they had. True, we made some technological progress : we invented weapons to defend ourselves, political machine to avail us rule the earth's resources, and medical specialty to extend our life-time, but we lacked the intelligence information to use them wisely.

We became overbold enough to build residential district, but remained stupid enough to push over resources. We became smart enough to use fire, but remained stupid enough to use it to destruct nature. We became saucy enough to invent thou and languages and religious belief, but remained stupid enough to be unable to find compromise or heartsease in a ace one. We're caught in an evolutionary limbo, where any opposing force that requires encephalon procedure high than what we already have would undoubtedly defeat us. The intimately you become, the harder it is to keep going, and we've reached our bill. Damn, it is one pathetically suddenly bill. Now we're stuck with the power to make things that we're too stupid to use properly, and underdeveloped creative thinker that aren't prepared for the affair they think they can do.

I turned my spine on this pitiful mintage and severed all ties with this world."I then softened my tone and pressed my forehead against hers."Screw the mankind, I don't need it anymore. As long as I have you, I am mental object. mankind means nothing to me. You are all that is important."

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

A look of confusion crossed my 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 former how much we love each other,"she said as she kissed me.



Our romantic vacation eventually came to an end, and I realized I was basically getting shot with a double-barrel shotgun. Not only were we going to separated during the day again, but also being out for three weeks meant that I was drowning in missed home and school assignment. I would take to work for hours every evening to try and get catch up, meaning that I still couldn't be with Angel as much as I wanted to. If I didn't claw my way back up from the abyss, then it meant summer school day and no commencement exercise for me, which meant that the clip I could spend with holy person would be decimated. But after dinner when Angel and I would go up to bed, the tender love that had accumulated during the day would be released with unequalled passion.



With the reaching of April, give febrility was injected into the weather like steroids. All of the nose candy was blasted away by the sun and the temperature was reaching into the high 50's, basically tropical climate for Mainers. I had almost an threatening feeling about the warmness, because I knew that the summer would be unbearably hot. With the quick weather condition thawing everything out, Angel was getting me to do the one thing that no one else could pee me do : recitation. I had fair upper-body intensity level, but when it came to cardiovascular… I was a wreck. All those years of lounging and staying uninvolved with everything had come back to haunt me. I hated all utilisation, but being with holy man made it tolerable… not that going for a day-to-day jog didn't make me palpate like my lungs were filled with razor blades.

One afternoon, Angel and I were jogging through the park by my dwelling. Actually, she was jogging ; I was shortening my lifespan by trying to keep up. We stopped when we finally broke out from under the trees, feeling the sunlight on us. I was leaning on my stifle, trying to catch my breath. I nearly collapsed from rest period when I heard her speak those four golden words :"Let's necessitate a break."

In the shadow of the leg and budding leave of absence, we rested beneath the outgrowth of a Tree on the border of the hayfield. saint was sitting against the body, and I was lying down with my oral sex in her lap. The air was filled with the speech sound of chirping birds and creature taking advantage of the warm atmospheric condition. She was humming a soft line and I could feel blissful liberalization seeping into my wear down consistency like rain on dirt. The fresh bounce air was mending my aching lungs, the perfume of the thawing ground and the revived plant was making me evaporate in seventh heaven, the warmth of angel's soundbox was easing my sinew like a gentle massage, and the hypnotic notes of her humming felt like a soothe lullaby.

"You know, back when I was sick, I used to ponder life and expiry and what they meant. It wasn't a morbid mediaeval thing, just a peculiarity, a preparation for what I thought was coming."

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

"I don't believe there is any meaning in life sentence or this universe of discourse, no value or purpose other than what we create for ourselves. But even going against that and all the neuron in my mental capacity shriek at me to be logical, I am convinced that there is an afterlife. I'm not talking about a heaven or a Hell, but just some carpenter's plane of macrocosm where the sentiency remains."

"How do you reckon ?"

"Memories, everything we think and experience is merely a reaction to outcome and our milieu, a memorialize recoil that takes the shape of a memory. Consider the amount of time it takes for info from your signified to be received and treat by your brain. It takes maybe a few nanoseconds ? But moot everything that can happen and has happened within the yoke of a few nanoseconds, and in increments of prison term even shorter. Outside of our human perception, a nanosecond could feel like a century.

Even now, every persuasion that passes through my mind and everything I feel, they all occur before longsighted before I am truly cognizant of them, in which case, my detecting of them is really nix More than a memory. I'm always living in the past, my mind trailing behind the flow of time, only reacting when information is memorized and played like a flashback. Every back is just a memory for your psyche, while your body motility on through the future.

So if that's true, is it possible that my whole life could just be a individual storage ? A picture playing in my creative thinker that is eighteen geezerhood long and ongoing, with my nous always wondering what's going to happen next while my body and the world around me create each new scene about to be viewed ? In which case, I could be remembering this from a hundred years into the future, having lived an incredibly long life. 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 real time.

But memories can not exist without the judgment. A film can not subsist if the magnetic disk or tape it's imprinted on doesn't exist. Therefor, if I am a retention, a continuous memory being relived from some power point in the future, then that remembering must go on forever. Maybe the retentiveness doesn't stop… just because my body stops. The only way this memory can continue is if there is a mind able to diddle it back, to retain the information. So when I die, my head will be unable to roleplay the store and I will quit to exist in my electric current form. But I do live, meaning that I still exist in the future tense, and as long as I exist in the hereafter, I exist in the face, meaning that I exist for all eternity, but my material body is merely unlike 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. speech production of living and dying, I have to ask, where did you arrive from ? I've spent more fourth dimension being grateful that you're here than just wondering how you came to be. You told me before that you have my store, 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 veridical ? How can you go from being inside my mind to having a physical torso ?"

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 vex, do not be afraid, just enjoy the lay out and look forwards to the hereafter. Always remember that we shall be together until the end of time."

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



schooltime was coming to an end and everyone was getting antsy. Angel and I couldn't be glad. She would still be homeschooled during the day, but we would have all summer to be with each early, and by the hide of my dentition, I had managed to work up all my missed work. Oh, and gradation was coming. On one of the last few years of school, I was in woodshop class. The grades had been closed, so we were allowed to just use the machinery for whatever we wanted. I was using the gear-controlled table drill to shape on a special project.

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

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

"Is it person here or from another school ?"

By his step, I knew that it would be a bad thought to answer. If I gave a name, everyone would instantly try to find whoever it was. the great unwashed would hassle her for being with me and try to anger me by making raunchy suggestions about her. I knew human nature well, and I knew what went on in the mind of high-pitched school jackasses. I just continued my work, not even looking at him. When I moved to a magnate sander and began smoothening my universe, the guy got the content that he wouldn't get anything out of me, and left me to my work.



The day had finally come. It was graduation exercise for the course of 2012. It was a blisteringly hot summertime day, because for some rationality, school day decide that it's best to have all the students gather together in polyester robes with full dress pant and shirt ( if you're a guy underneath ) when spring turns to summertime. And of track, in a schooling with no AC, all the graduates and their class would be herded into the sweaty lyceum like an Auschwitz oven. In the 60 minutes before the observance, the halls were flooded with students and home penis, all of them sweating bullets, talking about future design, and reminiscing about the past 12 years.

Then a ripple passed through the building. The graduation ceremony was not about to initiate, no ; it was something else. At the entryway to the school, with my parents and sibling on either side, Angel had arrived to watch the ceremony. Everyone stared at her, completely hypnotized. She was wearing a annulus that showed off her porcelain legs and a denudate top that put her ample breasts on video display without showing too lots cleavage. No one had ever seen a person with half the beauty as this stranger. With igneous blood-red hair that hung down the length of her back, piercing blueness eyes that looked like they could see into your very someone, and a smile that was awe-inspiring in its dish, she was the definition of perfection. I had arrived at the school earlier, so my family just had to find me and then their seats.

Drawn to my as if with a sixth sense, holy person lead my family down the hallways of the school. Every student and even their parents gawked at the goddess passing them by. A few the great unwashed even tried to record her on their phones. The male child stared at her hungrily, wondering what beautiful nirvana she had been hiding from all their lives. The girls were all jealous, glad that such a complete brute hadn't been in schoolhouse with them, l they would all be invisible in comparison.

They arrived at the depository library, where most of the students had gathered, as it was the coolest place in the building. Just like in the halls, everyone stared at Angel like she was a gift from some churchman being, a beauty unmatched by any human. They followed her with their middle, ineffectual to believe such a gem existed, and why, of all multitude, she was walking over to me. I was sitting by the computing device, trying to reckon out how to redo my tie. I had taken it off soon after arriving at the school, desperate for any reliever, but I didn't know how to get it right. Sweating like a pot roast and cursing, I fumbled with my tie until Angel arrived, the light of my life.

A tender smile on her sweet mouth, she leaned down and kissed me. To everyone watching, it was like realness had shattered. For a girl, as sandbag and perfect as Angel, to be kissing me of all people, it had to be some cruel conjuring trick. She then reconstruct my tie, and after she and my kin congratulated me and wished me circumstances, they departed to find their seats in the gym. As soon as they were gone, everyone rushed in, do-or-die to recognise who she was and asking every interrogative sentence they could think of. I just sat silently, smiling with the intellection that I had her in my life.



The ceremonial occasion was even big than I thought, with the gym turning into a sweaty, stuffy sauna, and my wearing apparel feeling like wool blankets. The heat was so intense that I honestly thought I blacked out a duet metre. I was pretty a good deal buried deep in Satan's torrid rectum. Trying to ignore the heat, I focused my mentation on the commencement ceremony itself. Before I met angel, I pretty much hated everyone around me, and after I met her, I was simply indifferent. But sitting there, surrounded by the great unwashed I spent my childhood with and saw five days a week for dozen years, I was suddenly overwhelmed with nostalgia. I may not bear had very many happy retention, but so a lot of my spirit was spent around these people. I had always hated alteration and relished routines, and this was one of the swell changes of my spirit, in which I was going to miss so many people that I had grown up with.

Then there were all the computer storage of school itself. All of the object lesson, the projects, endless Day that I thought would never end. Those were really over. Most of it had been a drag, but there were still store that would always persist, and some clock time that were almost even pleasurable. And now, that's all they were : memories. I'm not proud of the fact that I almost began to pull up, thinking about this over and over again. But maybe it's thoroughly that I was still human enough to finger this way.

I looked around the gym, trying to feel Angel Falls. As beautiful as she was, I couldn't post her in the sea of faces, but I knew she was watching me, or at to the lowest degree trying to. I may receive been losing the close people I had to Quaker, but now I had her. Finally, it was time to receive diploma, and with our names being called, everyone moved in an unraveling crinkle. My epithet being called, I stepped forward and received the small leather book with my diploma inside. To think, I was finally done, and now, my new life sentence could begin.



Later that night, after thoroughly showering and hydrating, I stepped outside to see what the weather condition were. There wasn't a single mosquito around, but millions of brilliantly Pyrophorus noctiluca. The even was cloudless with a gentle but warm breeze that seemed to carry the perfume-like odour of the changing of time of year. It was absolutely perfect for what I had in mind.

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

Sitting on the couch and watching TV, she looked at me and cocked her chief to one side. The pocket-sized of grin crossed her brim as she looked into my eyes."I would love to."

We grabbed our shoes and headed out into the woods. There were so many Pyrophorus noctiluca that we did not postulate a torch ; the worm perfectly illuminated the wood. Their light cast a mystic aura on everything in the woods and altered their colors, the leave of absence gained a sour blue-green refinement and the corner shorts seemed to have a purplish mite. The illumination was almost haunting. I could see what everything was, but my common sense of distance and sensing was warped. I could turn over out to affect a leaf and my hand would only spend through its shadow. I could remove a step towards something several meters away and recognise that it was right in front of me the whole sentence. The woodland was filled with endless shadows from the light, shadows that seemed to hold up secrets of nature itself.

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

I closed my hand around hers."There is a space I want to show you. Judging by what we have seen so far, I'm guess that this topographic point will be a workplace of art."



A babbling brook carved its way through the soft forest soil. The creek was about a foot in diameter and not even an inch deep. Several small rivers connected to it like mineral vein and created islands, dotted with ferns and shrub. The creek led to a pool, about the size of a coffee table and a foot oceanic abyss. Surrounding the puddle was a dam of stone to wield its shape. next to the pool was a boulder, bathed in moonlight and wrapped in moss. There was a symphonic music echoing through the clearing. It was a mix of the babbling brook, the croaking of batrachian, the chirping of crickets, and the whistling of snort, all forming a tune that no orchestra could match.

"Gorgeous,"angel gasped.

"When I was a kid, I always used to come out here to toy. Nature was the only if champion I needed. All these picayune rivers and islands were a sort of irrigation projection. These days, I come here just to guess and have 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 matrimonial, but I was thinking that this could be like a temporary IOU until we are old enough and I can give you a rhombus ring."

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

I had crafted it in woodshop and made it as smooth as marble, using graceful rosewood to compliment her tomentum. Golden wire had been stamped into the woods with just the right amount of force, allowing it to stay in without adhesive material and without crushing or fracturing the Natalie Wood. It had been arranged into a looping pattern, almost like a Celtic design. There was no diamond on the mob ; instead, there was a bead-sized glass pebble. In the crank was a chemical group of four wires : amber, red, blueish, and viridity, all intertwined in a mile. I had used magnifying methamphetamine and pair of pincers to determine the wire. Had my hands trembled like they used to, it would have been impossible. I had learned to seal off things in glass on the Internet and had done it all myself.

She was breathless.

"Angel, will you be my future fiancée ?"

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

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

"I love you, holy person. I love you so much that I can't exist without you. You are what keeps me alive."

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



Angel and I were in bed, making dearest in the missionary stead as a way to lionize her new mob and the promise we had made. We had been like this for half an hour, moving as slowly and gently as swarm. As I slid back and Forth, Angel's natural language danced and rolled in my mouth, filling it with her sweet taste. Fulfilling the inevitable passage point, I could feel all the muscles in my pelvic neighborhood tightening and instinctively increased my speed, trying to coax my building sexual climax. As my efforts increased, Angel began panting heavily in expectation. My ejaculation was signaled with a deep grunt, following the jettison of respective blasts 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 belief of me cumming inside her.

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

"storage area on, just let me take off my ring. I don't want it to break."

While she placed the gang 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 trunk, almost glowing in the iniquity 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 full of lovemaking."I don't know why you never made the motion yourself. I thought I had made it clear : I exist solely for you, every inch of by body belongs to you to be used to bring in you happiness. Use me however you want, and I shall happily and gratefully fulfill any desire you may experience and welcome whatever you want to do to me."

I was left completely speechless, unable to treat 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 leg and raised them, granting me accession to her back door. Hard as steel, I pressed the headspring of my putz against her prick, hoping the seminal fluid from my orgasm and juices 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 smart me."

propensity forward with one hand on her shoulder and the early against the mattress for bread and butter, I took a rich hint and slowly entered her. Feeling my manhood penetrating her anus, angel gave a soft whimper of arousal while I tried to keep my breathing steady. As if welcoming me to go in deeper, her asshole seemed to suddenly loosen with each centimeter I delved. Her interior was so cushy that I honestly couldn't decide whether or not it was better than normal sex. While it was certainly pixilated, it was only tight enough to make me feel just and it did not confine my movement or create unwanted friction. It certainly felt unlike from her pussy. It was a lots libertine physical body, More form-fitting for my manhood.

Before I knew it, my wholly cock was buried deep in her cocksucker, and holy person's breathing had quickened as she tried to become accustomed to the pile. But nowhere in her face and eyes did I see pain or discomfort. Reassured, I slowly pulled out, causing Angel to pass an ambiguous pant and for me to once again hope that there was sufficiency lubrication. Deciding to stop thinking about it, I pushed back into her in a single confident shove, drawing a whine of felicity from Angel and a grunt of satisfaction from me. hoot that felt good.

With our bodies perpendicular, I gently pulled out and immediately forced myself back in. Like before, Angel yelped in pleasure and showed nothing but joy at the sensation. The trend was a lot gentle the third time around ; I felt like I could proceed in and out with minimum uncomfortableness. Now familiar, I began building up to my preferred speed, quickly causing the bed to shake and agitate. As I slammed into her dickhead over and over and forced myself deep inside her, holy man gave a soft but continuous cry of happiness. From the expression on her facial expression, she appeared to be in pain, but from the look in her eyes, the tone of her flush, and the sound of her voice, I knew she was in a state of euphoria.

I increased my pep pill even further, fucking her with all the lastingness in my body. From the mogul of my driving force, saint was forced to halt onto the bed for dear life and bite down on a pillow to suppress her cries while her breasts bounced wildly. I kept my eyes focused on her, admiring her beauty, her kindness, her sexual openness, and her someone. For ten minutes I kept up that pace, burning through my stamina like there was no limit. At last, Angel released an orgasmic groan and came, causing a miscellany of her juice and my cum from earlier to splatter out of her pussy.

I slowly pulled out of her, completely erect but feeling like I would keel over if I didn't trip up my breathing space.

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

I gladly lied down with my cock hard and waiting like a fly tree, and with her center filled with hungry lust, Angel leaned over and ran her tongue along the shaft, sending a tingle up my pricker. She repeated the action, licking it another two times before pointing it upwards and taking it in her rima oris. Feeling so good that I could barely proceed, I just rested with a big stupid smiling on my cheek and a shifting groan passing from my lips. For three glorious minutes, holy man's brain bobbed up and down as she gobbled on my prick like it was made of ice and frozen interior was the counterpoison to a poison.

Once she felt like I was make to retain, she raised her nous and left a with child clod of saliva on the oral sex of my cock for lubrication, and then brought her consistency up to my lap. Gasping from the feeling of penetration, she guided my turncock into her dickhead and pushed herself down onto it, taking in the unit thing. Just like the starting time time we had sex, Angel leaned forward on her work force and knees and began bouncing her ass on my cock, moving her lower eubstance in a whiplash motion. While she moved, I sat up and licked her titty, savoring the taste and sensation of her soft anatomy against my tongue.

After a few moment, she shifted her position and leaned back, now riding me with her whole eubstance bouncing. While I could no longer massage her tits with my glossa, I could now observe them bounce like before, and that was just as trade good. Riding my stopcock like it was a pogo reefer, Angel was no longer able-bodied to crush her war cry and groan of pleasure, but I was too horny to deal. Before longsighted, I felt my staying power return and decided that I wanted to recapture 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 feet on my human knee. Curling my body with my work force on her hips, I began thrusting deep into her with all my specialty, wishing that I could see her from the other side of meat. While I fucked her asshole, Angel rubbed and fingered her pussy, wiping up every clod of semen from my in the first place sexual climax and slurping it up with relish. With aught but her finger, she completely cleaned out her pussycat, 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 tomentum as it was scattered across me like a cloud of steam, making me palpate like I was wiping my face with the diffuse silk.

We were able to maintain that attitude for quite a while, at least until my venter muscle began to burn and ache. Once again, saint acted without any messaging from me. She dismounted me and then crouched down, hungrily sucking my prick while I licked her puss and worked my fingers in her shit. Once we had both had our fill, she turned back around and we exchanged a long passionate kiss. Angel then lied down beside me and I lifted her leg, but after having my cock cleaned off with saint's oral cavity, I decided not to go anal retentive. Instead, I forced my dick into her pussy, and while Angel was surprised, she was Thomas More than happy.

Shaking the bed with each jerk, I resumed fucking her with the Same focal ratio and enthusiasm as before, all the piece fondling her breasts and kissing her neck. Being pleasured by three combined stimulation, it wasn't long before Angel Falls came, but at no full point did I stop. Throughout her groan, I continued fucking her like a auto, only causing her to moan even louder. After maybe five minutes, I felt my instant orgasm welling, but that only doubled my energy. I increased my focal ratio even further, thrusting into her as hard as possible until at to the lowest degree unleashing a gooey white explosion into her slit.

trousering heavily, I pulled out with a strand of cum connecting her pussy to the headway of much hammer, which was still fully erect. I could cum one more meter, and I knew exactly where to do it. Without hesitation, forced my prick into Angel's shit, making her moan in felicity. By now I was running on fumes, but I did not permit my tiredness to slow me down. I put all of my remaining lastingness into 20 more thrusts, focusing everything I had into pleasuring Angel. From the look and auditory sensation of it, I was doing my job perfectly, meaning there was zilch left wing for me to do but finish.

Feeling like the floor was yanked out from under me and my speciality was ripped away, I finally ejaculated, pouring every last small sperm into holy man and giving a mysterious groan of satisfaction. Trying to stay awake, I pulled out of Angel and put her leg down. Both her front and back door were overflowing with semen, and my peter was aching from all the study it had done.

"I love you, holy man. I don't hump how many sentence I have to say that before I feel like I've gotten the dot across, but I love you,"I whispered tiredly as I held her close.

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



It was a sweltering Saturday afternoon and my sister, backer, and I were headed to the mall. I wanted Angel to see life around people, but that thought always made me laugh softly when I realized the hypocrisy : my parents had always nagged at me to do the demand same matter. I was also job-searching, trying to find any spot that would so much as give me an application form. Since I hadn't given any mentation to college, I needed to get into the work out world as soon as possible and get some experience and security, as well as money.

holy man was in the binding keister, looking at her ring with a warm smiling on her face. The air conditioner was busted so the windows of the car were rolled down.

"I got to stop off at the bank, I left my money at menage,"my sister cursed.

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

I stuck my hand out the window, wishing that the relieving chill would reach the rest of my body, and holy person leaned forward and wrapped her blazonry around my neck."You can say that again. It's a sauna back here."



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

"shit spheric warning ! We didn't listen, Al Gore ! We didn't listen !"I joked as we rushed to the banking company, making my sister and holy person laugh.

We stepped into the banking concern and all sighed with easement as we were hit with that inaugural undulation of cold-blooded air.

"I'll just be a minute."

"use up your time,"I said as holy man and I relaxed in two padded chairs in the corner.

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

"wellspring I'm hoping for something that is close-fitting to dwelling and that will take me back next summer. Normally I would look for the third-shift chore since I'm a real night owl, but I want to keep our schedules compatible. I don't want one of us to always be departed when we're together at home."

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

I smiled."An apartment. As soon as I have a stable job and can make a livelihood 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 cash into her wallet."All right, let's get going."

Just as Angel and I stood up out of our president, the room access slammed unresolved and three guy rope stormed in ordnance in their helping hand and cheap plastic masks.

"Everybody down !"

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

I had heard that offense rates rise during heat undulation, but I thought that was only in the big cities. This may be the outset bank robbery in Maine in my life-time. But all the sidereal day for it to pass, why now ? holy person had a looking at of fear in her eyes, but I put my hired man on hers and could instantly feel her body relax.

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

Everyone got down on the floor and the gunmen gave the order for the burial vault to be emptied. As one of the men began to rob each person in the bank, I could get word law Siren in the background, summoned by the mum alarm.

‘ Oh my screw god, they didn't annoyance to cut the alarm or the index ? What is their getaway fomite, a dead bus ?'

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

"The gang, bridge player it over !"he demanded, mistaking the glassful beadwork for a gem.

Her eye widened in repulsion at the prospect of parting with it, her nearly jimmy will power."No, please ! Anything but that !"

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

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

Staggering back, he flinched and his digit pulled the trigger of his gun. My eyes could not have caught the sight, but my mind swore that they had, filling me with horror beyond verbal description. The slug left the pistol, wrapped in dope with a arse of fire as it spun through the air. Moving right by me, it struck saint's shoulder joint and imbedding itself in her human body. The air was ripped from my lungs as I watched her collapse in a pool of blood. I felt epinephrine class through my venous blood vessel and my heart beating with such power that I thought my costa would shatter. That hummer had struck my very soul, risking me the red of everything I was and loved. In a great mind-ripping deluge, all of the anger and pain in my biography surged through my torso, making me experience like my cells themselves were being incinerated. Roaring in fury, I charged towards the man who had hurt her. He aimed his gun at me and fired, and like her, the smoke slammed into my shoulder and was lodged in the musculus, having narrowly missed breaking bone. epinephrin and rage were keeping me from feeling pain and allowed my arm to exert its strength.

I tackled the man and tried to make his arm. The gun was aimed upwards and a tertiary round was fired, striking the smash sprinkler system and triggering a entire exhibitor. With the man distracted by the pouring piss, I ripped the artillery from his hand and fired the last six guesswork at his cohorts, but not to defeat them. The smoke pierced their arms and blew pickle in their bowel, causing them to drop their weapon system in bother and flop. Pulling my victim's face away from his shoulder, I raised my head with my lip out-of-doors and sank my tooth into his neck. Everyone in the bank was shocked and terrified, as with parentage spraying forth, I rode the hit man down to the floor. The taste of gore, the feel and texture of raw flesh, and the shrieking of agony from my victim strengthened my rage and pulverized any remaining inhibition and fragments of reason and system of logic. Snarling like an animate being, I yanked my straits back, ripping away his jugular vein with a murder comic strip of flesh and muscle held between my tooth. I spat it out and aggress again, this time closing my jaws around his windpipe and tearing it free like wrapping it paper.

With my case coated in blood and my dupe on end's door, I turned and pounced on the back gunman. I was drunk with rage and the impulse to kill was all that filled me. Having seen me cannibalise his friend, the crippled man was desperately reaching for his discharge gun, which sat just out of reaching of his crippled arm. Grabbing the pistol, I kneeled over the man and began beating him savagely in the headway with it as if it were a rock. Each impact ripped his hide and roue began to splatter of the end of the gun, landing on the rampart and cap. I beat him over and over again, until at last, his skull caved in like a watermelon. Getting up, I slowly walked over to the third base gunman, who was pleading for mercy and desperately trying to deplume himself to the exit. With the water from the sprinklers pouring down on me, the origin of my first victim was washed off my face and out of my mouth. Paying no regard to his outcry, I stomped on the spine of triggerman with plenty military unit 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 position of his fount and gouged his eyes out with my thumbs. After various indorsement, he became silent, dead with origin and wit matter oozing from his eye sockets.

"Marcus."

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

"Angel,"I said softly as I wiped away her tears, all the patch my own rip splashed her face.

The sight of her wounding was ripping the warmth from my physical structure, but she had a look of peace treaty on her side as I held her.

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

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

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

As gently as humanly potential, I placed my digit on the wound, causing her to whimper in pain sensation. Everyone in the bank watched as I slowly reached into her shoulder, moving aside torn form and splintered osseous tissue, searching desperately until I finally found the bullet. Angel trembled in my arms and cried out in pain as I pulled the slug out and tossed it aside. She then did the Saame to me. With unique tenderness and charge, she reached into my berm with her finger, dug through the flesh, and pulled out the bullet.

I looked around at the gore that coated the flooring. Her tomentum was scattered out in all focussing, almost looking like it was melting and blending with her lost blood. Angel Falls had bled too often ; I had to do something to deliver her. Gaining a desperate theme, I shifted myself so that I was holding her under me.

"What are you doing ?"

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

I pressed our combat injury together and hoped that the blood pouring from my veins would introduce hers. I held onto Angel for good life as I gave her as often blood as potential. The front doors of the banking concern were smashed assailable as police stormed inside, while behind me, the gunslinger whose throat I had torn reached out and grabbed the sink weapon system of one of his comrades. With his dying strength, he aimed the gun at me and pulled the trigger.



There was no beeping nitty-gritty proctor, but I knew I was in a hospital bed. I ached all over and could feel needles in my arms. There was something else… I felt something warm in my deal. I slowly opened my eyes and saw backer's beautiful typeface. Her eyes were filled with sadness and worry, but her deal were wrapped around mine. Her arm was secured in a sling and her shoulder was bandaged up taut, just like mine. I looked to my right and could hear the whirring of the large machine next to me. It was connected to my arm by several tubes filled with blood.

"Oh shit."

It was a heart-lung auto. It was no wonder that there was no heart monitor ; I had no heartbeat. The pump was keeping my blood flowing.

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

Angel took a deep breath and it was plain that she had been crying."One of the robbers managed to aim his gun at you and sack before bleeding to death. The bullet pierced you through the heart of the chest. It didn't dig your marrow directly, but it did cut through the sinew and rupture one of the bedroom. You were leaking heavily into your bureau enclosed space. Luckily the constabulary were there with an ambulance and they were capable to close the wound, but every time they let your heart cadence on its own, the tear opened back up. They've already sutured and even cauterized the wound twice, and if the tear opens one Sir Thomas More metre, it will be beyond their power to repair."

"So my heart is too spite to work properly and this machine is the only thing keeping me alert ?"

"Yes, but it was never intended to be used this way for an extended period of fourth dimension. The MD say there are implicit in hazard for use, even if it's just during operation. Your parents are doing everything they can to bump a giver tenderness, but on such suddenly notice…"

"There is very footling hazard of me actually getting an organ transplantation, let alone a heart,"I groaned.

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

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

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

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

backer slowly pulled her deal from my clasp and instead reached up and cupped my impertinence, immediately calming me. She spoke without any fear in her soul."The last clip we were here, you said that as long as my kernel was beating, your heart would beat as well. That's why I've asked them that instead of disposing of your damaged pump after the surgical process, they implant it into my breast and allow it to start. They don't expect me to outlive, but they are willing to fulfill my wishes. Marcus, as long as my heart gives you life, your heart will give me life."

"But what if it doesn't body of work ? 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 aim 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 heart to me so many sentence since we met, and it has kept me alive all this time, just as it will keep me alive when you truly pass on it to me. No matter 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 we promised each other."



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

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

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

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



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

"What is this ?"I asked, looking up into the black kettle of fish as it eternally consumed the whiz around it.

angel appeared before me."As you so very fittingly called it, it is the eye of God, the Source, and the end of all cause. It is the point in which affair and energy telephone exchange and life-time and un-life converge. This is the heart of everything, the space in which beginning and end are one in the same."

"What's going on ?"

"It's fourth dimension, 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 make love how soulfulness are formed ?"

"No."

"Through the subconscious thoughts and desires of the bread and butter. Through the instincts of animals and the wishes of mankind, mortal are shaped within the Source and then contact their physical strain upon the birth of babe. beast following their instinct to reproduce, parents dreaming of their developing child, and even loners with broken hearts wishing for the one to save them ; they all shape the energy of the author and release it into souls for the adjacent propagation. Every soul on Earth is a mix of the hopes for good and fears of evilness in the people who came before it. All over the world, children are being born with their souls shaped by the view of the citizenry around them. Then when they die, their souls return to the Source."

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

"finish, but not completely right."

She stopped talking, and slowly, we were pulled up into the fiery waterspout and absorbed by the black hole in the centre of attention. Just like when I tried to vote down myself, we found ourselves hovering in a immense spinning vortex of violet free energy, stretching infinitely.

"This is the other side of meat, the afterlife that you believed in. Here, the mortal of the absolutely rejoin the Source and get one, fusing together into a undivided creative thinker of unbounded proportions. It is a sentience beyond inclusion, a appeal of every thought process, desire, instinct, and personality within life. In this sea, everyone is made unhurt and you don't know where the spirits around you end and you begin. This is God, the progenitor of life-time. 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 admit it to give frame to more life."

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

"Yes, through your desires and want, I was formed. Before your cancer, when you were plagued by misery and natural depression, your subconscious dreamt up a being that would be able-bodied to cure you of your painful sensation, the one somebody who you could love forever and be happy with. Your soul sculpted mine, your heart shaping me to be your ultimate catch.

But you did more than that ; you were able-bodied to do much more. You remember, don't you ? You were dreaming of me years before your pain first started. That was your subconscious mind nous becoming aware of the growing tumors on your brain stem, signaling and heralding your death. Then, when your tumour truly activated and your excruciation was born, you became caught between worlds, held in a limbo of both life history and dying. With this, your will stretch far than anyone else's in history. Between life and demise, your marrow was able-bodied to forge to a greater extent than just my individual, but my body as well. In your bother, you mentally wrote out my blueprints, while your soulfulness served as the gateway between universe 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 middle of the night, how she would periodically exposit in the depth of her character and what she could do. The rationality why she could do Thomas More over time was because I was shaping her from the former slope, and with my mortal so close to death, she and I were able to meet.

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

"Yes, but just when I thought we would bring back to the Source together, you realized what I was meant to be and I became your finished existence. When you called out my name, you solidified my cosmos, and then when you regained the will to know, you pulled us out into the world of the life. Like I said, the beginning is the point in which thing and get-up-and-go substitution and life and un-life converge. I was physically born into your earthly concern, 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 leap, you fall, you touch the water, you catch me, and then your corduroy pulls us both out.

With no one else could this have been possible. While you thought your infliction was a curse, it was actually a approval : the ability to mould a aliveness instead of just a soul and then bring it to the physical airplane. You are my Creator and I am your savior, playing the role of the one who will sleep with you and bring you happiness, just as you always dreamed. You shaped me with your heart and soulfulness, with your bother and despair, and gave me life story. I exist solely for you, to love you forever and bring you happiness, and for that, I am truly happy. While you dreamed of me, I dreamed of you, and the life story we would live together. You gave me life history, you gave me screw, 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 gens 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 soul. I gave you life but you gave me a ground to live."

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

"What ?"

"We must equilibrise the equating. You took a life story from the beginning and that debt must be repaid with a life."

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

"No, that is outside of the exchange we made. Don't worry ; I knew this day would come. I promised you we would last our lives together and happily, we just have to finalize this first gear. call up that night, that nighttime when we were almost able to seduce lie with ? You asked me why we couldn't be intimate ?"

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

"Yes, and now to micturate up for the life you took from the Source, we must create a life history to pay it back, rightfield here and now."

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

Without hesitancy, Angel wrapped one leg around me, giving me plenty way and leverage to enter her, making her moan softly in felicity. With the Brobdingnagian ocean of individual spinning around us infinitely, I began moving up and down with my depressed physical structure, thrusting into Angel while we kissed and our tongues danced. It was certainly hard to hold love in zero somberness, with zero to push against or drop anchor us to. When I pulled out of saint, 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 bent of it, and instead of being distracted by the mechanics of intimacy, we allowed our brain to focus on the emotional euphoria of being so intimately bound to each other. Here we were, hovering within the heart of the end of all reason, consummating our relationship, our naked eubstance pressed together, our lips joining like yin and yang, and our physical forms interlocking like atoms. There was nix outside of our mankind ; our creative thinker were focused solely on each other. At this point, life and death meant zippo, the cosmos below and the world above held no note value, and who we were as individual lost all definition. Just like how the eye of God was a massive convergence of all disembodied spirit and energy in the universe, so too were we fused together, our souls bound into a single form.

Joined in torso and mind, I could smell everything she could smell out, and in routine, Angel picked up everything I experienced, as if our very nerves were now wrapped together. With our knowingness and sensations now joined, we both experienced a climax at the exact like sentence, mine triggered by hers and hers by mine. I'm not sure how many times I ejaculated or how much of my sperm was now inside her, but as we separated, I saw a face of contentment on her case, and looking down, we both saw that the region just below her belly was glowing brightly.

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

At her words, a sphere of light the sizing of an apple passed out of her flesh from and slowly rose up between us. Inside the welkin of illumination was what looked like a grain of sand, but in reality, it was her fertilized egg, our offspring. With a loving smile, backer slowly reached up and cupped the celestial sphere of light with her custody, staring at the tiny embryo as if it were a real infant. Smiling as well, I did the Sami and placed my hands on the side of the orb, my custody overlapping hers. After a few seconds, the orb left our hands, shooting up like a rocket into the center of the eye of God. Then, just as it was about fade from our view, a bright light flared cryptic in the twisting typhoon of reddish blue energy. Expanding like an underwater explosion, the light consumed us both.



My middle opened and I took a rich shuddering breathing place. I was lying in a infirmary bed with a gas helmet hooked up to my sass and my chest of drawers throb to the sound of a heart proctor. Only having enough get-up-and-go to move my eyes, I looked around at the hospital way and cried in joy at the sight before me. Lying in another bed, barely two feet away, was Angel. She was in the same state as I was, with her own heart varan beeping just as loudly as mine. Slowly, her eyes opened and we stared at each early, both smiling. It had worked ; the operation had been a success.

Like mirror images, we both moved our branch and placed our hands on our chests, touching the bandaged scar of our transplanting. The feeling was indescribable, almost orgasmic ; the sensation of having each other's strong-arm hearts beating within our chests. In my chest, Angel's heart was beating with a lovingness I had never before experienced, a thankful gentleness to it, an aura that made me feel like her lovemaking for me was literally pumping through my veins. In her bureau, my spirit was beating with more fast-growing intensity level. It was as if my gist shared my persuasion, and refused to let any injury strip holy man of life history. It was going to protect her, stay fresh her alert, and make certainly she always had the ability to be happy.

Slowly, we both reached out and dig each other's paw, silently expressing our love while the glass bead on holy person's ring gleamed.



It was considered a miracle that my heart continued to amaze while in Angel's chest, when it would feature ripped subject if left in mine. My whole family was sobbing in happiness, both from my endurance and saint's. Like I always had, they all now saw her as a member of the family unit, and were grateful that she had lived, but not nearly as grateful as I was.



The bedroom was sinister, the air warm from the summer sun long since set. Angel and I were huddled together in bed, pressed together like two puzzle patch. We had finally been released from the hospital, and while they had forbade us to engage in any strenuous bodily process until we fully healed, we now found ourselves recovering from making honey. We had been slow and gentle of path, but our bond was wide of passion.

"Marcus ?"

"Yeah ?"

"Can you do me a party 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 topographic point of our own and can support ourselves… will you… will you turn over me a child ? We gave up our 1st one within the beginning and I really want to consume another, a real child I mean. I want us to part our own family."

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

"Deal,"she giggled.

We kissed one last time, whispered our love, and then closed our middle. The sounds of our gist beating and our docile external respiration slowly lowered us into the pipe dream world, but no dream could even compare to the joy in my soul when I held Angel in my sleeve and thought of the hereafter, the future we would share in felicity for our full lives.



The End




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