My frigid gaze stared attentively into the soft, blue eyes of the resting old woman as she laid under the checkered quilt, on the silver cast canopy bed that seemed to engulf her slender frame. I stood motionless beside her bed as she looked at me, and took a deep breath, as if finally satisfied. A warm candlelight flickered across her strong, and still beautiful face. Her skinny, trembling hand crept slowly out from the quilt, reached across me and handed me a heavily rusted and oval shaped locket. I rubbed the encrusted piece between my rough fingers and gazed at it for a moment. A moment stood and I slightly frowned, struggling to comprehend why the pattern seemed so familiar. Slowly, I looked up at the old dying woman and whispered, as if speaking any louder would crack the fragile air between us, "I am Jeremiah. And I will never forget." Her tender face showed a flash of frozen horror and disbelief, before quickly grasping the fierce expression she had learned to seize growing up. I simply gave her a sly, yet remorseful smile as I backed away, letting time take her innocent soul from my willing hands. As my head turned the corridor I heard a faint, croaking whisper, "Please.."
I chuckled, my deep voice rumbling through my frozen soul, and I glanced over at her breathtaking, once lively face for the last time.
"A few centuries late, my love."
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RandomFree will creates destinies, and even the littlest choices can change lifetimes. Everyone matters. Everyone, dies.
