This isn't a romance, no, not in the slightest. It's a tragedy and by all means infatuation; However, at the same time, it's a beautiful dance - a desired, blissful one.
My life was boring, I wouldn't say it was exactly awful... But I wouldn't mind being somebody else. I had friends and loved ones that cared for me and don't get me wrong I cared for them as well. At the same time though, I wasn't really anybody - I kind of just existed. It felt too easy, too simple.
Lucius, my long term boyfriend that I was settling for was playing with my hair as I rested my head against my desk.
"You need to brush through your hair more. I've already found so many tangles."
He was already scolding me and I huffed through my nose, signaling a sarcastic reply without turning to focus on him directly. I imagined a world where I didn't need to worry about such things.
"I love you."
His voice was light and full of peace. A peace that I should be craving, but I just felt so bored. I smiled, showing my teeth.
"I love you too."
I repeated the thousand year lie that came so easily to me now. It used to feel so bitter, but now it's just familiar.
It felt like something was missing in my chest, but I couldn't really put a finger on it. Lucius was just by definition, a safe choice. I know that a future with him would keep me afloat.... Even if it wasn't exactly what I wanted. I sighed, shaking my head. I didn't really like thinking about him. It made me uncomfortable and not satisfied.
Sal walked into the classroom, dumping his and mine lunch atop my desk. His green eyes pierced through me in some sort of accusatory manner.
"You forgot your lunch again! I don't want to hear you complaining how hungry you are later! You almost made me late."
He said and Lucius let go of my hair, nodding in agreement. Ah yeah, my "big brother." That's the role that we were playing now. They danced around each other, babbling excitingly about something that I didn't care to listen to.
I wondered if I would ever think of him as an actual big brother. He was the only family I really had since our parents completely abandoned us, or at least... that's what I was told anyways.
I have trouble remembering things too deeply from the past. Sal and Lucius said I'm really sick with something but... it feels like something is missing instead.
Why wasn't I happy? Everything was so peaceful and nice, and yet, looking at Sal and Lucius just made me feel exhausted. It was like I had to hold onto some kind of puzzle piece so that the entire picture wouldn't get ruined, but my hands just wanted to let go already.
I said that my life was boring, and I'm sorry, I was wrong. I'm so sorry that I killed you both: my one and only happiness. I hope that eventually, you will forgive me and in another life, we will never cross paths. It is always unwise to cross paths with something that resides in Hell.
I'm a simple girl. I didn't need much to be comfortable. It was my senior year in Eden and I was already freaking out about college and wondering how I was going to survive without Lucius taking care of me constantly. Our school was unusually small, there were only about 3,000 residents in the entire town so everyone in the same age group was clumped together in the same classroom. All subjects would be taught by one teacher and we would be stuck in the same classroom for the entire day. It was really easy to get used to since everyone in the village knew each other well and for the most part, got along. In the back of my mind, I was also rather excited for the future because Sal and I were applying to the same college and this reassured me since at least I wouldn't be completely alone. It was going to be a big change, going from the small village of Lacrimosa to a college with a population over triple the size of this entire town.
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Elysium
FantasyAnnalina Pruitt is looking to forget about it all and start over. All she ever wanted was for everyone to be happy, but as it all collapses into an endless despair, what choice does she have but to try again? But how long will it take for her to r...