Ethereal ~ lwt

Ethereal ~ lwt

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e/ther/e/al (adj.) extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the Republic for which it stands One nation, under God indivisible in liberty and justice for all The year is 2125. America is no longer beautiful, no more for spacious skies, and it is no longer the land of the free. It has been more than 100 years since it has gone back to tyranny and chaos. No one wanted this, no one asked for it. The only thing that matters is that it is survival of the fittest, whatever group survives are the strongest. The Etherealists are people who no longer exist. They are described to be celestial, beautiful, almost perfect. They are described how the people were all those 100 years ago. Ever since the breakout and division of the Four Sides, they were wiped out and ceased to exist, leaving only the people now in darkness and battle. Northside, Southside, Eastside, Westside. America is split in four, no side having more land than the other. There are no signs of these Etherealists because they don't exist. Or do they? One trip down the wrong chute and Allie ends up somewhere she really shouldn't be. If she leaves, she dies. If she stays, she's off the radar forever. Cherry & Nutella © 2017
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I cupped her face in my hands, rubbing my thumbs in circles over her cheeks. She was having trouble finding words to describe what she felt, and I could relate. I loved her more than words could describe and telling her I loved her was almost an insult to my true feelings for her. My heart ached at just the thought of her not being with me. I honestly don't know what I would have done with myself if I had never went to that stupid party and met her. But, I have a feeling, we would have found each other, eventually. This love's too strong to ignore forever. Both of us had pieces of us missing, that neither of us were aware of until we met. We were like two puzzle pieces that finally connected. "I love you," I whispered, leaning my forehead against hers. "I love you more," she replied in a small whisper, her hand reaching up to caress my cheek while the other rested on my thigh. I shook my head, annoyed and charmed by the audacity she had to think that she could possibly love me more. "I love you most," I persisted, causing her head to moved away from mine as she looked into my eyes. "Always?" She questioned, her eyes unreadable for a moment before a flash of fear passed through. "Forever," I assured her and meaning it. We could live an entire lifetime or for eternity, and my love for her would never fade. It would only grow. There was nothing in this world that would ever change the way I loved her. My, Katarina.

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