Vesuvius

(A teaser of a story I'm not going to start soon but wanted your input on. I'm unsure if this will be an original Or fanfic yet, but for ease of comprehension I'll be using the Blackbourne boys)

My beloved Kota, how many more times must I bury you?

Kota, the centuries are long. When the years between seeing you are too many and I begin to forget how it feels when one of you holds me or the sound of your voice, I return to that place. The place it all began. I gaze upon your depiction on the ruined walls of Pompeii and weep.

Kota, I once told my Owen that I'd sacrifice my immortality to grow old and die after a lifetime with you all. A mortal life with a definite end is preferable to an endless eternity without the nine of you. Now I'm damned to this immortal life, chasing after you as you're reborn. A curse I've bestowed upon us all because I couldn't bear to let you go.

Kota, this journal you gifted me had been an immeasurable tether that keeps me at bay. When I bathe and sink, I often think about giving into the waters. It is only this journal in which i can speak to you and the promise of a day we'll yet again meet, that has me rising for air. I only wish I could write to the others, except it feels dirty to do so. If only they too gave me a way to be connected to them. Instead I whisper to the stars, begging for them to return to me. Return to me, my love. Hold me once more. I cannot bear this existence without you in it.

Your lover,
Amaranth

For two millennia, Amaranth has searched the earth for the nine she lost in the eruption of Vesuvius. They are reborn to new lives, in different countries, with different outcomes. The only consistent factor, they all are slaughtered young before she can reach them.

She has laid them to rest more times than she can bear, each time a horrible blow to her heart. She's always too late....

Until one day, she's not.

Follow the tale of an ancient demi goddess as centuries of sorrow unfold and love rebound.