INFELICE | Alec volturi | Joel Courtney |

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" I miss you like an idiot misses the point " 

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A L E C

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A year ago, I wouldn't imagine myself doing half the things I was doing right now. 

Sitting on a roof, while watching my fellow coven mate walk with his mate. In all honesty - though I would never admit it - I craved something like that. To have a mate, someone to hold, someone to talk to and someone to listen. 

Finding my mate was not what I imagined it to be. Especially someone as feisty as Cleo. 

The second her golden orbs had met mine - the buzz of electricity and the warm feeling immediately let me know that she was mine, and mine only. 

Unfortunately, luck was not on my side and I had never been gifted the ability to sweet talk a lady. I didn't realize the power of words until my mate had begun to dislike me. 

"I love you Violet." 

"I love you more Joel." 

Ah, those three words. I wonder when I would be able to confess them to her. Would I ever be able to tell her how I felt? 

I looked back into time and tried to see when and where I had developed feelings for her, but I just couldn't remember. 

It was almost like it had happened on its own - completely out of my power. At first I had tried to ignoring the nagging feeling in my brain and the random tugging in my heart when she was around. 

Of course, the matters didn't help that she loathed me and I couldn't do anything to fix it. 

With a sigh, I got up, turned on my heel and walked down the tower towards the library. I spent most of my immortal life here, reading. 

Within the past twelve hundred and nineteen years, I have completed reading all the books decorating these iron shelves. I walked over to the familiar pathway and pulled out the leather covered book that I had read one-too-many times; Romeo and Juliet. 

I flicked through the pages, bored out of my mind as my eyes scanned various paragraphs of the old text. 

O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night

Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear— 

Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.

So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows

As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.

The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand

And, touching hers, make blessèd my rude hand.

Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight,

For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. 

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I groaned in annoyance and tossed the book to the nearby coffee table. There was something really wrong with me. Was it so hard to focus on something else? I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to push the image of her smiling face out of my mind. 

I got up and began to run around the castle attempting to focus more on the wind whipping through my hair and less on the blonde beauty. 

Unfortunately, the task was easier said than done, as I had collided with the very person I wished to forget. 

Both of us had flown in the air, her landing on top of me as we crashed into the opposite wall. My hands instinctively flew to her waist and a small smile tugged at the corner of my lips. 

"You imbecile." 

Well, there goes my happy moment. 

"You're the idiot that got in my way." I retorted immediately. 

"What do you expect if you run around the castle like a penguin with its ass on fire?" She scowled, supporting her weight with her hands as her face hovered inches from mine. 

"I was looking for something." I lied, "Keep your eyes open once in a while."

"Yeah. I'll remember that." She quipped sarcastically. She got up, dusting herself off and disappearing from plain sight. I got up and fixed my own clothes before beginning to walk towards my room. 

"I feel like punching the idiot in the face sometimes." 

My eyes widened at her voice. She was talking - most definitely about me. 

"What has the poor guy ever done to you?" Violet muttered. 

"Ruined my life, that's what." She scoffed. Well that hurt more than expected.

"Why? He's not that bad, you know?" She sighed. 

"Sure." She muttered and the sound of whooshing designated her retreat.

For the millionth time that day, though being surrounded by people, I felt more alone than I had ever been.

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