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2024-10-29 19:42:56~Rosie (Chapter Eighteen)
Time and I left in the next morning.
He needed the night to regain his abilities to take us through time, to where he plans to head next. I keep my disappointment to myself, as the sun rises and I slip into the shower, thinking. I like this city. It’s strange to stand within it knowing it ceases to exist in original time. It makes me wonder what is going on while Time and I are here, hiding.
I’m not sure what Time’s plan is, but I’m assuming there is no way he is going to share it with me until he feels like it. I’m pretending as though it doesn’t bother me, that it doesn’
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~RosieI slump down on the couch, unsure of what to do.Part of me wants to think Time needed to say that to me as a way to make himself feel better. A way of venting, maybe. Either way, I’m sitting here, unsure of what to do. I don’t want to touch anything, and risk leaving anymore of me behind than I already have. By tomorrow, I’m praying we will move on to perhaps a less desolate area. So, if Time wanders off again, it won’t be so treacherous to follow himThe sound of cracking bracken and rustling grass outside catches my attention. Getting up from the couch, I peer out the window - only slightly murky wit
Time 20
~RosieTime holds my hand tightly, leading me down the street.It’s almost comical, how we both look. Time has dressed up head to toe in clothing from this era that appears to be popular in this particular area. Both of us wear sheer white outfits that are fashioned similar to robes, hoods pulled over our heads. No one even casts us a second glance, which is a relief.“I’m still on the fence about showing you this,” Time mutters, pulling me down an alleyway. Glancing up, I see snow white painted balconies with drying clothes hanging off. Soft, up beat music drifts from the homes on the other sides of these washed ou
Time 21
~RosieWe didn’t resume our task until the next evening.Time and I spent most of the next day in the hotel room, hiding from both the public, and the blazing sun outside. It seems everyone has taken shelter from this heat, which seeps from the concrete outside, and wafts in through the open glass doors. I tried to spend some time on the balcony, watching people, but the heat became too much.Throughout the day, Time remained absent-minded. He paced often, speaking to me only in increments that were provoked by me. He gets into his own head often, clearly anxious about what he’s planning to show me tonight.When we did sit down together and have a conversation over lunch,
Time 22
~RosieThere’s a cold silence in the room.When I turn to look at Time beside me, his face is cold and stony, clearly not enjoying having to relive this moment. It’s even plummeted my heart into my stomach, and I’m not the one being broken up with for my brother. I can’t even begin to imagine how he must feel, having invested so much time into her for her to turn around and tell him something as heartbreaking as this.The Time currently living in this situation has lost all colour in his face, a flutter of confusion crossing his forehead. Quite frankly, he looks betrayed. I want. To reach out and slap that girl, or shake her. Why would she be with him in the first place if that isn’t what she truly wanted?
Time 23
~RosieThis kiss means something.I’m not sure if it’s born out of desperation, or it’s from a raging amount of emotion after Time witnessed his break up with Amaris again. Either way, we seem to have no time for soft, gentle kisses. This is all heat, passion and desire. I’m pinned to the bed, Time’s hands all over me, his lips drawing sensations from my body that I’ve never felt before.There’s no hope for me to pull myself away from him. My entire body reacts to his touch, and the sparks that dance across my skin as a result. He goes from cupping my face to running his hands down my shoulders, arms and then to my waist, where he pulls me up against his body.
Time 24
~RosieI’m done for.Sitting here, tucked into the back of a dark corner, I’m completely pinned, exposed to this powerful immortal’s eyes. He stares down at me, golden eyes narrowed slightly, looking over me with no shame whatsoever. There’s no excuse for this. There’s no way to turn back and reverse my own stupidity.What is this going to mean? The question is, will I return back to the present day, and it will all be a burning fire or a hole of nothingness? Maybe the Time from my era is already gone, having been completely destroyed as I appear in front of his past self.Another predicament, is that I’m completely speechless. He’s clearly not going to be
Time 25
~RosieThought stares at me, wordless.I’m not sure why I expected Thought to jump at the chance of helping me. Maybe it’s because him and I are both stuck here in the same position, at Time’s mercy. Instead he remains silent, staring me down with those unnerving silver eyes. I’m unsure of which make me the most uncomfortable; his, or Time’s golden ones.“I’m not like you, but we can help each other,” I breathe, pressing against the confines of my binds. “Why won’t you help me?”
Time 26
~RosieI wake to someone sitting by my legs.My entire body jerks up into sitting position, as I realise Time is looming over me. Placing my hand over my chest, I brush my hair back, trying to gain a little more consciousness.“Rude awakening much?” I question, clearing my throat. Time is fully dressed and ready for the day, which I suppose is easy enough to achieve when you don’t need any sleep. I, however, was plagued all night with horrible nightmares about what happened yesterday. Time’s golden eyes never once left my mind, and still are burnt into my eyelids.
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¬Rosie Six Months Later. Resting my hand against the force of the wind, I battle through thick ploughs of snow, a few logs of cut wood tucked under my arms. Time and I have been staying at a cabin of his in a nearby territory for the past few weeks, enjoying a change of environment, even if it means unsavoury weather at the best of times. Right now a blizzard is rolling in, so while Time makes dinner inside, I’ve dashed outside to get enough wood to get us through the night. As the sun sets, I cross what would be our backyard that is buried beneath a thick layer of fluffy white snow, the ice melting into my pants as I struggle back. Even as the wind picks up, I take a moment to admire the sun setting over the tops of the distant mountains, staining the white canvas with hues of tangerine and violet. Moving here was important for us, I believe. We needed time away from people, from the life we were living. Here, we have been able to focus purely on us. Suddenly my leg gives out b
Time 49
¬Rosie It didn’t take us long to track down Jasper.The day after we spoke to Death, Time discovered from other immortals that Jasper was in his original home in the Devotion Pack. Considering he has been brought back to life, I wouldn’t have thought he would want to go back to his old life. However, Time quickly informed me that he has children, even if they are living their own, separate lives now, and that the Devotion Pack has always been his home. So we are here, standing at the edge of his estate looking in. We have no idea how he is going to react to us. He could be explosively angry, or not be bothered at all. It’s frightening to think about, but I know Time wouldn’t let anything happen to me, if it did get to that. “This is it. He should be here,” Time says slowly, making no move toward the manor. I can’t blame him for being reluctant. It’s not easy to apologise to someone, especially when so much has happened between them. Jasper’s house isn’t exactly decrepit, but it’s
Time 48
¬Rosie Knocking on the doorframe, I peer into our room, where Time lays back against the headboard of our bed.The moment we returned, I fed Time the cure, which has thankfully set in, colour slowly returning to his cheeks. I’ve let him rest for awhile, but I’ve been unable to keep myself away, still coming down from the fright of potentially losing my mate. Had our plan with Sariah not have worked, I’m not sure what i would have done. “I’m so happy you’re okay. You have no idea,” I say softly, moving into the room and toward the bed. Time adjusts himself, giving me a weak smile that tugs painfully at my heart. He shouldn’t have had to go through that. “You didn’t have to do that,” he comments, voice hoarse. His golden eyes are still dull, hair mussed and messy. “Hunt down your brother like that.”I tilt my head. Of course I did. “I think more than one person got a happy ending from finding this cure,” I tell him assuredly. Sariah stayed behind with him, which I didn’t question. W
Time 47
¬Rosie It took an excruciating amount of time for Thought to find where my brothers were hiding out.With their main base having been burnt down and destroyed, their technology is limited, which allowed Thought to pinpoint their location in the mortal realm, of all places. I’m not sure what their business is being in the Desire Pack, which is another of the thirteen Packs. They must have other people involved in their movement there, as they found a rather beautiful manor to reside in. Currently we walk toward up, up a very large driveway. Time is back in the immortal realm, far too ill to even move from his bed. So in his place I have Thought, who seems eager to confront my brothers to do whatever it takes to get the antidote for his brother. To think they hated each other only a few weeks ago.Sariah walks beside me, all the colour drained from her face. For her, I hope this goes well. She deserves to have a mate, even if that mate has a death wish from messing with Time. “You s
Time 46
¬Rosie I pace back and forth, head in my hands. I’ve never been so frightened in my life. Facing the idea that my mate is dying, and there may be no cure for him, is terrifying. I’ve lost a lot in my life, but a mate? I can only get one, and I’ve come to love Time, more than anything. Most definitely more than my brothers, who have betrayed me, once again, after locking me up with little interest in letting me go.“So, here’s the plan,” I say, glancing over at Time as I pace, who lays on his bed, leaning against his headboard. His shoulders are slumped, body weak, as whatever poison my brothers inflicted upon him slowly, and painfully kills him. “Hmm?”“I’m going to track down my brothers, and I’m going to threaten them, and get a cure,” I tell him assuredly. My eyes are red, sore from all the crying I have done since he told me. “If there is one.”Time sighs, wincing. He’s in a lot of pain, I can tell, yet he won’t mention it, if he doesn’t have to. He knows how much this is scari
Time 45
¬Rosie I waited for the entire day, and deep into the night, before I was sure Thought would arrive. With my ear pressed against the door, I listen for any sense of commotion. Usually, there’s not much going on that I can hear from the room, until someone comes up the stairs. So for hours, my head has been pressed against this door, and I have been waiting for Thought to arrive, and get me out of here. And so far, nothing has happened. Suddenly, the lock to the door clicks, making me jump back, stumbling toward my bed to appear as though I hadn’t been waiting for my escape. I expected Altin to come in, to try convince me like he had done just yesterday. Instead, Thought waltzes in. All the tension deflates from my body, as I see the immortal, dressed from head-to-toe in darkness, looking at me with that silver glint in his eyes, that smile telling all. “That was shockingly easy,” Thought murmurs, switching my light on. Clambering to my feet, I can’t wipe the smile off my face. S
Time 44
¬Rosie Nothing. For three days. I’ve spent each passing moment wondering whether my inability to contact Thought is due to his lack of desire to save me, or because my brothers technology is far more developed than I’ve realised, and I can’t contact any immortal, at least in any conventional manner. Maybe it’s a far stretch to call out to Thought and assume he would be listening. But I had hoped. Lying on my bed, I stare at the ceiling. Over these past few days, I’ve done everything I can think of to get out of here. My door is constantly locked, there’s no windows, and I have no way of contacting anyone. Especially not Time. I can only imagine how he is dealing with this right now. Surely he is spending every waking minute trying to find me. I just hope he doesn’t. The door opens, forcing me into a sitting position. Seeing it’s Altin, I roll my eyes, and lay back down on the bed. He’s brought me my food ever since I arrived, not saying much more than that he loves me, he’s miss
Time 43
¬Rosie Harlen does a good job in getting as much distance between us and Time as possible. He ushers me quickly out of the building and into a vehicle, locking my door behind him. I don’t bother fighting back, even if the closing of the car door has my blood chilling, my heart jumping into my throat. I may be in the presence of my brother, but the last thing I feel is safe. His claim to keep my safe is nothing more than an excuse.And excuse to hurt someone I love. Love. Time is sitting in the room still, surely concocting a plan of destruction to get me back, once the poison is out of his system. But if they have more technology like that, which hurts immortals, I refuse to get him involved. My brother won’t hurt me. Harlen may be unrecognisable, but he wants me alive; he thinks he is saving me. I have to get myself out of this myself, but quickly. I have no way of contacting Time, and he is going to be searching the moment he is free. Harlen and I don’t exchange any words for q
Time 42
¬Rosie He looks exactly as I remember. There’s no doubting which of my two brothers this is; we are practically identical. He’s my twin, my other half. We always used to say he was older than me, because he was so much more matured, outgoing and experienced. He had older friends, older girlfriends and was almost always better than me at everything he did. I was devastated when him and our oldest brother were killed in the accident. It was his death that hit me the most, because despite the fact that we didn’t always get along, we were the closest. And now he is standing before me, having not changed a bit. Well, I suppose that’s not completely true. He walks confidently through the glass doors, brushing the billowy curtain away with a leather gloved hand. His hair is still as black as obsidian, but there is a scarlet red streak running through the fringe of hair that reaches his eyebrows. “Harlen,” I breathe in disbelief. How is this real? I’m not sure what it more surprising, t
