Immortals and Silence
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- Partes 8
HIATUS
Its curious how our paths cross. Paths being not just literal roads with milestones telling us exactly where we are, but sections our life that we build out from the tarmac of our decisions; where expecting milestones is like hoping for your mom to give you cookies before dinner.
It just wont happen.
Sometimes in our bid to find where we are we tend to change the paths we walked on for the better or for the worse.
I myself was a simpleton trying to map my location on this small speck of a cosmos when i met her. She had no roads. No destinations. Nowhere she wanted to be. Everything she wanted to be. She was and wasn't all at once. She was Isabella Jean Carter.
And this is the story of how she became immortal.
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