ambrosia papageorgiou, a once wonderfully talented and vibrant young girl whose life was turned upside down after getting diagnosed with leukemia.
after moving to forks, washington with her mother, abandoning her long time friends, she gets introduc...
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|AMBROSIA FROLICKED AROUND, jogging into the woods. She hadn't got to see her wolfy friend in a while. It had been.. what, a week? To say she missed it was an understatement. She adored it in many ways, and to not see it was a disappointment. It would usually stay in the vicinity, of her home, a way to protect the young lass.
She let her curls run wild, from the night before when she braided them. They bounced off her shoulder, as she hopped over fallen trees, and ducked under webs and nests. As she slowed down, she traced the rough bark that she loved so much, with her fingers.
She embraced nature. Every part about it, including the earthy smells. The trees were still wet with rain water from the night before, and it was a little cold. She shivered as she sat down on the log she usually would, when she waited for her four legged pal.
She sighed, waiting. It was unlike the wolf to not have come and seen her. She hummed herself a catchy tune, as she swayed back and forth, kicking her legs in boredom. Inside she felt like a child having a tantrum, because she didn't get something she wanted. She was being dramatic, and she knew that, but she felt.. broken without the wolf, as if it made her whole, in some weird way.
She didn't have all day to just wait around. She knew she just sat down but she needed to drop by the Cullen's abode. Edward had given her their address, because last night she was persistent, stubborn if you will. She knew they knew what was happening. Even if she couldn't decipher them being vampires, themselves.
She wanted to stay and wait, she wanted to lay against the wolves fur. She sighed. All night she had been having terrible nightmares. She had four in total. Two were the same from the other day, when she fell asleep in the back of Edward's shiny, grey Volvo. About Nicholas, her little Pollito. She was in the lobby with the tanned woman and her mother, and then she was outside his hospital room's door, then she was inside, crying frantically.
Two of her dreams became real, became reality, and that's when she knew, there was no saving him. He would die, and they couldn't do anything about it. She wanted to let everything out, full on sob, but she just couldn't.
She knew this was going to happen at some point, but her dreams made it clear it would happen in the next month or so. Bella's incident, and Waylon's murder all happened at least two days after her dreams. It seemed he was going to have less time than she thought.. anybody thought.
She had about an hour until she was going to leave for the Cullen's place, and she knew that she wanted to video chat with Nicholas, seeing as she wanted as much time as possible with him. Who knows how long that'd take. She sighed, and stood up from her spot on the log, and began walking through the dampened forest floor.
In her dreams every emotion was deep and passionate, whether that meant being chivalrous, or being in heavy amounts of fear, it was always strong willed. It seemed like every emotional in her dreams, was upgraded ten times the normal amount. They made her feel things. Good things, and bad.
