A/N: I'm sorry guys but I have had literally no motivation to write. I only got like2-3 comments the last two chapters so I've kinda had other priorities. Ummm,ya. I knew I needed to update, but it's not very long so ya.
Dedication goes to pinkturtle09 for being the only one to comment who I have not dedicated to already, out of the last two chapters.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Firsts: Part One
Music is what feelings sound like. ~anonymous
The ceiling is swirling and I want to describe it in prettily, like the writers in those books that weave their words together into something almost otherworldly.
But all I can think is that it looks like something from a movie. Like when someone’s taken drugs and, to show what it’s like, they make the scenes swirl. ‘Cause that’s exactly what it’s doing now. Swirling.
But I haven’t had any drugs. I haven’t taken anything. Except for the narcotics. And even they won’t do this.
Then I remember.
I’m dying.
And the first thing to go will be my brain.
That’s what Dr. Williams said the last time I saw him. And it feels peaceful. And I know it shouldn’t. I know that I should be freaking out, that it’s just part of what is happening to me, my content a false symptom, but it feels so real; it’s easy to pretend.
~Roza Fallow January 3, 2014
It hit everyone differently, but it did hit everyone.
Even me, William’s ex-girlfriend, forgotten and unimportant to their particular story, even I felt the absence of breath that came with the news. Not unlike a punch to the gut.
For me, it wasn’t really her, it was more the idea of her, of her untouchable innocence, her naivety in spite of her past. Her purity. The darkening of such seemed impossible, she a spot of light in a world of darkness. Fragile, cracked, and delicate, but unbreakable.
The image of hope shattered.
~Lana Hamric
Memories don’t gain their meaning and value until one realizes how fleeting time is. Only then does the past become as near priceless as the present. ~logolepsy
Matthew had been the first she had spoken to, besides William and James; he had been the one to put her truly at ease. Even Will hadn’t brought that carefree feeling. He protected and made Roza feel safe, but Matthew had been the first to make her smile.
*July 29, 2013 3:22pm*
“William!”
My head snapped up and, immediately, my hands began to shake. I could handle William’s absence for a couple hours at a time, could handle the total silence and being alone. But now someone was here. A man. A man was here and William was not and I couldn’t breathe.
Banging sounded from the kitchen, as well as the crinkling from some foodstuff, and I was frozen all the more.
“Will?” the man was looking again and, before I knew it, my door was being pushed open. My eyes widened and- The man I envisioned did not enter, rather a tangled mess of limbs did, flailing over themselves in a heap. It happened fast, but was unusual enough to break my near parlysis. There was a person inside the tumbling arms and legs, but he must have tripped over the doorjam on his way in, for he did not walk; he fell.
