"Can you break my bones, tear my skin? Can you taste my lust, feel my sin?" — Lund.
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Preface
"Are you aware of what you are about to do?"
A voice boomed across the dusty, old library causing me to spring alert and snap the book I'm holding shut, making dust fly to my face.
"Of... of course... I know!" I said between coughs and placed the book aside.
"I highly doubt that's correct, my dear."
I studied my grandfather as he walked down the stairs, the old wood creaked under his heavy weight.
"I'd rather regret doing something, than regret something I didn't do." I recited the family sermon firmly.
He sighed, "They really hammered that into you, did they not." he muttered to himself.
He sat down on a table, and stared at me pitifully.
In a bravado tone I promised. "I'm going to fix this—I'm going to fix everything."
Grandfather shook his head solemnly. "What a heavy burden for such a young heart."
Those where the final words I hear my grandfather say before he disappeared; before they all disappeared.
With the words I promised still echoing in my mind, I move forwards to change the past – the present – the future and overwrite our horrendous fate and the harbinder of our hate.
STAI LEGGENDO
Winter Water Lilies
Teen Fiction"God knows I had not wanted to fall in love with her. I had not wanted to fall in love with anyone. But God knows I had." - Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms [Book One]
