At Evenings Dusk

WTFAIG

Where The Fuck Am I Going

After hours of swimming, I arrived on the shore of Brighton mid-afternoon. The sky was a rocky grey compared to the sunshine of Brazil I had gotten fairly used to. In fact the dim of the sky stung my eyes. In the distance, I could see railways which meant trains. Which also meant I could get to London in time. Hopefully.

The only cash I had on me was $10 so I had spent 30 minutes getting it converted into pounds before I could actually catch a train to London. The accents of the people surrounding me irritated me but kept me alive. They weren't cockney accents or posh Royal ones but they were just so incredibly different. I felt so uneasy in my seat. It was too hot inside the train and too cold outside.

I left Eli and I wasn't there for Iake when he was turning. Most of all I was going to see Jacob. Now that was making me feel sick. The nervousness just brewed in my stomach.

Churning and broiling together and making my skin a sickly white and my arms covered in goosebumps and hives. All of a sudden my lips were a cracking dry. I couldn't bare how long the train was taking. I ended up getting off two stops early and running the rest of the way.

The large tower looked so close in my reach but so far away as a deep river of blue stood between me and the walls of Westminster. Stood between me and Jacob. There was so much I wanted to say to him and in so little time because I knew that his death and possibly mine was but a matter of minutes before.

Slipping out of the loud streets, I took the underground route and slipped into the navy waters. It was the only way I could make it in time. Time. All I want is time. There's never enough time to do anything important. I just need to see him once more. Hold him one more time to know that I could let go.

That it was okay. The hole in my chest now throbbed in agony as I crawled out of the water and found a way out of the tunnels and back into the crowd.
As the sun slowly crept down the horizon, the tower was in humans eyes sight and I could taste triumph.

The only mission I had was to get there before they saw. Before they took him away from me permanently. My legs moved swiftly for a humans speed. I couldn't zoom through the crowd as a pale blur as that would raise suspicion. Although I was moving as fast as the rules would allow and that wasn't fast enough. That's when the crowd rolled in.

A hum of chanting noise grew louder as I barged past the hectic throng of black veils and silverware. I would think even in Jacobs days of mortality he wasn't stupid enough to believe you could slaughter a colossal beast such as a shapeshifter with a silver fork. How cliche!
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The clocks hands seemed to move faster than my hearts monstrous beat. A loud fierce pounding drummed in my ears. It's terrifying thumping taking over me. Threatening to push me over the ledge I'd been crawling away from so often. I was scared and that's why I could barely breath. I wouldn't make it in time.

As I dashed through the loathsome crowd, I uttered various excuse me's as I rammed through the callous congregation. Through all of the numerous voices and jeering, I found difficulty in finding his smooth husk tone. Turbulent as I was, I ignored the gasps at my pallid appearance and ill-manner, because once I heard his words-his perfect silky words, none of it mattered anymore.

I felt alive-well. The emptiness inside me was not healed-it was as if it was never there. My head jerked in his direction and I could see him beginning to remove his clothing. This was it. The clocks boisterous dong sounded thunderous in my ears, it's malevolent sound marking dusk.
Leaping forward, I felt as if my time had run out as I saw the shuddering wave move down his bare spine. The clock struck at evenings dusk, marking my final hour.

In that second, I knew. I knew I was never going to leave Jacob ever again.