Mel’s Comments (group member since Jun 02, 2012)

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Um, not a published one. But that's what I want to be. Thanks. :) :D

:)))))) Thanks, man. :)))))

Aw, guys. *blushes* :') You're so supportive.

*shy face* How'd I do?

Okay, guys. I'm finally done. I'm a little unhappy with it. It was hard to squeeze information that you're supposed to find out little by little in the whole book, which I haven't written yet. And of course, Willow's gotta explain stuff, so yeah. And romance was a teensy, weensy bit harder because it gets tricky when you can't even touch your own soul mate. XD But anyway, here:

Longing
In the light of the full moon, I could finally see him clearly. The way his chestnut brown hair complemented his stunning pale skin. The way his striking blue eyes gazed at me, full of sadness and longing. He wasn't misty and faded, as he had been on the night I'd first seen him, silently flitting through the shadows in the fields behind my house. The moon had been just a sliver then, too dark for his whole shape to be visible. Now, in the same peaceful, grassy meadow, he looked completely solid. I knew better now, but he looked almost...human.
Clement Oliver was beautiful, and I was in love with him. I was in love with a boy who was dead.
I reached out to him, overwhelmed with longing to feel his body against mine, to kiss his colorless lips. I knew what would happen, but I couldn't except it. The moment my hand came in contact with his, a sharp shock of cold air went up my arm. My hand went through his, as if I had touched a harmless ray of light. I cried out and pulled my hand away, never prepared for the frigid, piercing cold that came everytime I tried to touch him. I choked back a sob and turned away. Impossible. You cannot touch a ghost.
I heard Clement's sigh of worry behind me. Clutching my freezing hand, I prepared to tell him yet again that I didn't care how much it hurt. That it would never hurt as much as staying away. That the icy jolt was the closest thing to touching him, to feeling his pale skin on mine. That I needed to be close to him.
But when I spun around to face him, my heart melted all over again. The irrevocable love in my eyes were mirrored in his. Those breathtaking blue gems saw right into my soul. All my words became jumbled up and meaningless in my head. I reached out to him again.
"Willow..." Clement murmured. He took a step back. I froze and my eyes welled with tears. I brushed them away and pulled back my hand.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I-I didn't think-"
"No, no," he whispered, coming a little closer. "Willow, that isn't what I meant. I love you, with all my heart. But it kills me to hurt you like that," he gestured to my hand. The frigid pain was slowly draining away.
I swallowed, staring into his eyes. "I can't stay away from you. I don't care how much it hurts. I need you." I leaned closer to him.
He sighed in defeat. We'd had this argument before. I'd won again.
"Clement," I murmured. I put my hand against his chest, just grazing it so I didn't sink through. He moaned with pleasure. While freezing air pierced through my body when we touched, it sent a pleasing, comforting warmth through him that he'd reluctantly described to me once before. I envied it, but it filled me with happiness to see him so content. Clement was forever worried for me. He deserved to let it go.
And he was constantly stressed over the goings-on in otherworldly places he avoided telling me about. The ghosts realms. That was where Clement lived. Or rather, where he spent his death...
As I traced his translucent lips softly with my finger, his stiff, protective posture relaxed, and the creases disappeared from his brow. It felt good to be close to him, and I tried to ignore the chill spreading up my arm.
After a moment, Clement straightened again. He gently pulled away, his eyes full of love and gratitude.
I yearned for his true body, solid and human. Comforting, and not cold and painful. But, as long as Clement was here, I would endure all pain. I would stay with him forever, human or not. "I love you, Clement," I whispered.
"And I, you," he replied, fondly. But his expression seemed troubled again.
"What is it?"
"Nothing, I..." He sighed. "You know I will always come back to you, don't you?"
"Wha-What are you talking about?" Clement was scaring me.
"Willow...I have to go somewhere...for a little while."
"Where are you going?" I whispered, my voice shaking.
He ignored my question. "It's only for a short time, I promise, love."
"Where are you going?" I repeated, imploringly. "Please Clement, don't hide things from me!"
He sighed again and closed his eyes. "There is a world...where I come from, Willow." He looked up towards the sky.
"Heaven?" I breathed.
"No, not at all." He chuckled darkly. "That is a luxury available only to those At Peace. I am a spirit, a ghost, as you now know. My world is called Silvast. Frozen Prison."
Silvast. Something about the name sent a shiver down my spine. "Prison?" I repeated, quietly.
"Yes." he murmured, opening his eyes. They were forlorn and far away. "We are Frozen Spirits. Our souls are chained to Death and never free to move on. We wander the Earth, to get away from Silvast." He shuddered. "It is a wretched place."
My eyes widened with terror. "Oh, God, please tell me you're not going there." I whispered.
"I must, Willow. The Elders of Silvast have summoned me. There are those of my kind who are desperate for more power, and a war is threatening. A war that could kill not only my kind, but humans, as well. I have to protect you, Willow."
I was awestruck. "I-I don't understand. Who-"
"Hush, my love," he murmured gently. "There is much you cannot understand. I have to go, but I will come back for you. Soon. Please, trust me."
I was overwhelmed with questions. How soon? What was this war? Clement wouldn't be fighting would he? Could ghosts be hurt by other ghosts? Who were those who wanted more power? How was the human race in danger? Ghosts could not touch us, so weren't we safe? But before I could open my mouth, I noticed Clement's skin. It was slowly fading, turning transparent as the morning sun began to rise. Time. We needed more time.
"Clement!" I cried. Tears were coming now. "Don't leave me."
He said nothing as he leaned in. I felt freezing air on my cheeks, and then on my lips as his grazed them. No longer caring, no longer feeling anything but love and desperate longing, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressed myself against his chest...
And fell to the ground.
Moist earth dug into my hands. I regained control of myself and stood up, feeling like ice was running through my veins. There Clement stood, perfectly still and waiting, undisturbed from my fall. He gave me a last loving, worried gaze with those melancholy blue eyes, and stepped away from me.
Soon, he was striding through the air, as if climbing invisible stairs in the sky. It was breathtaking to watch every time. I gazed after him helplessly until he had faded completely away.
The sun had risen. I lowered myself to the ground again, shivering violently from falling through him. A sob escaped my throat. I will come back for you. Clement's words echoed in my head. When? Whenever I saw Clement, I was overcome with longing. This was ten times worse. He had been away a few times since I'd met him, but he'd always returned the next night. This didn't sound like one of those times.
Tears were streaming down my cheeks. I absently winded my fingers around blades of grass in the meadow, staring into the sky. I knew he was out there somewhere, floating through the air amongst the clouds. My heart ached for him.
I was in love with a boy who was dead...

Ah. ;) GR is awesomesauce.

XD Yeah, me too. Edward... *sigh of pleasure* :))))

Oh, Robin. 'One last time...' :( Poor Deryn.

I loved "Dude, you just interrupted a kick-ass moment, so just give it to me." XD

You made Deryn so real. Her personality and feelings are like an actual person's. I have trouble doing that sometimes.


I love Clue, the movie. XD Just needed to say that. XD

I can't wait to read it! :D

XD I just got past another painful session of writer's block. Painful, because there was much banging my head against the wall in frustration. XD Writer's block for me is like Sherlock Holmes when he is racking his brain over a case. Mentally unreachable, cranky, staying up till ungodly hours... But I don't play the violin. I wish I could though... Or piano. XD

XD

Ohhhhh! Um... I think they do a few scenes with her... At least one. Stupid memory. :()

Arwen... Kinda rings a bell, but I don't really know who she is...

I also really like Aragorn, except I wish they would stop calling him Strider. I know him as Aragorn because that's what my LOTR nerd parents call him.

In LOTR? Legolas. But I only know him from the movie, in which he was absolutely fantastic, but you know, I still have to get to that part. <3 :)

Peace out, guys. Gonna go read Passion. *happiness* :)

XD Hopefully, I'll finish it in this century. XD

I've been off and on with mine. it's like, first breakthrough, the writer's block, then breakthrough, and so on. :P It's very annoying.

Dang it.

Yep. I'm at the part where they meet Strider, AKA, Aragorn. :) I love that guy. :) I've been getting distracted with some other books, but I'll get back to it soon enough.