Missing World

Nick the Sun Angel

The hay around me is warm and welcoming. How many times did we do this? Weeks on end possibly. I don't really know, it all kind of blurred together. I don't mind though, I truly did enjoy his presence; his presence just made everything warm. Just like the sun.

Nick's hand is intertwined with mine. We first met at the choosing ceremony, when I chose him and his sister. I didn't think he would fall in love with me at that instant, and I would begin to with him. He actually gave me the butterflies. No one has ever made me feel like this, besides Blake. Blake makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. Blake has felt this way about a girl before, he has experienced the same thing as I am currently. So I know he is okay with my curiousity. At least I have the decency of blocking him out, so he doesn't see or feel what I feel.

We sit in silence as his thumb traces circles on the back of my hand, soothing away all the worries I had as princess. We haven't said a word for hours, and I am completely comfortable with that. Nick makes me feel like a normal angel, an angel who doesn't have to worry about the whole kingdom. With him I feel like I can be myself and not worry about a thing. But then again, we all know this won't last forever. Nothing ever does. I just have to enjoy what I have while I can.

"Ameryst," Nick says breaking the wall of silence. "How does it feel to be a princess?"

I smile at his words. "It is not like how all the girls dream it up to be." I feel him shift next to me so he can face me. His hazel eyes begin to burn into my cheek. I don't want to look at him, so I continue to stare at the roof of the stables. "Everything you do, must benifit the kingdom. It never really is about what you want for yourself, everything has to do be for the kingdom."

"Wow, that sounds like a lot pressure."

"You have no idea. Anything you do can change the whole kingdom. It never really is about you, it more of what the people want; what would make the citizens in this kingdom happier. How one simple decision can have such a giant effect. It's really... stupid," I breathe out. "But you know, you get used to it after a while."

His hand touches my cheek filling me with those same butteflies. He turns my head towards him, forcing me to make eye contact with him. "Am I one of those decisions, Princess?"

With his hazel eyes boring into mine, I knew I couldn't lie to him. "Yes, Nick." My voice barely above a whisper. "You are one of the biggest decisions I have to make Nick."

It is true because if I choose Blake, life will continue on in the kingdom. If I choose Nick on the other hand, the kingdom will have to find a new aire, a new ruler. There is no in between for this decision, but we all know what the decision must be. So why am I still here? The butterflies flutter a little to remind me as to why I am currently here.

Nick begins to pull me closer to him, tickling me as I get closer. I laugh, and so does he. The stable sounds like bells ringing inside with each our laughter. I try pushing him away, but with each push he pulls me closer. After a while, our laughter dies down, and we just stare at each other in complete silence. We don't move a muscle, barely breathing, just completely silent. I bet you could hear a pin drop in this silence.

He then pulls me closer, tilting my head to the side, I already knew what was going to happen. I knew Blake will find out later, but it won't matter. I am here and now with Nick, and this will answer all of our questions. All of MY questions. I close my eyes right before our lips meet. His lips feel sweet against mine, but it was nothing compared to Blake's.

I pull away reluctantly, and stare at the boy who has become a giant part of my life. When he finally opens his eyes, we just stare at one another. Then tears begin to well up in my eyes because I knew right then and there, that nothing will ever be the same between us again.

"It isn't me huh?" he mutters softly.

A single tear rolls down my cheek. "No... It is not you... I'm sorry Nick," I whisper.

I get up and walk to my horse Nightfall. A pitch black stallion that only trusts me as his partner after finding him alone and wounded. His eyes are like Blake's though. Midnight blue.

Tears continue to roll down my cheeks, not seeming to stop. Arms wrap around my waist, making butterflies fly around in my stomach. "It's okay Ameryst," he whispers in my ear. "I'm just glad you gave me a chance. A girl like you would have never gave me one." He lets me go and I turn around. He smiles at me and wipes away my tears. "Would you like to go for a ride Princess?" He asks me.

I nod at him and pull him into a tight hug. "I would love that."

"Okay, but on one condition," I look at him with question in my eyes. "Don't ever forget about me."

I smile, "Never."

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I gasp as I realize the memory is over. I pull my hand away from his chest as quickly as possible. I look up at Jessie who's hazel eyes were full of tears. Hot tears begin to form in mine once I realize why his was swimming with them. I broke my promise; I forgot about him wehn our souls left to a different body.

He must have known what I was about to say, because right before I can speak, he interrupts me. "It is not your fault. You had no choice but to forget."

I begin to bawl, letting him pull me into a giant hug. I apologize over and over again to him for everything, hearing him repeat 'it's okay' over and over again to me. When I finally let him go, I was ready to move on. Well at least me Deana, not Ameryst. I can feel her longing to be held by Nick, begging for forgiveness. I knew he did though, and at the moment, I just want to get this over with.

I wipe away my tears and look into his eyes. "I'm ready for the next one," I say softly because my voice is hoarse.

He smiles at me and turns towards Vincent who has been sitting quietly watching the whole scene. Jessie stands up at the same time that Vincent does and switch spots. Warmth spreads through my whole body once he sits across from me and makes eye contact with me. I look away feeling sheepish, not wanting to meet his eyes. Jessie hasn't said anything either, so it's just an awkward silence.

All of a sudden Vincent cups my face into his hands so I can face him. "Do not be mad at me Deana," his voice soft, as if he was talking to a child.

My heart lurches at his touch, making Ameryst's soul peak out, speaking for me. "I can never be mad at you, Blake. I love you too mucg to bare the guilt of being upset," my voce soft as petals.

She was right though. No matter how hard I try to be mad at him, he is my soul mate. He smiles at my words and pulls my face closer to his; both of us wanting nothing more but the sweet ectasty of each other. Our lips meet, the memories swarming back in, but I ignore them. I feel my wings seep back into my back while my arms wrap around his neck. My fingers tangling themselves into his black hair, pulling him closer to me. His find my waist, feeling him pull me closer. I want nothinf more but to be held by him, and him alone.

A memory begins to play, his favorite of all I was guessing. It is when we first met.