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She spread positivity like a child throwing confetti into the wind.
“Who’s going to take care of me?” I ask, half joking, half serious. I’m seventeen and in no way, shape, or form capable of being in charge of anyone, let alone Daniel. Dad boops the tip of my nose with a sad smile. “We both know how much like your mother you are, Lake. You’ll be okay. You will be safe.”
You get everything handed to you, and you tend to forget that not everyone grew up the same. We aren’t all destined for perfection. Some of us are written that way.”
“The universe is full of endless possibilities, Lake. Every choice creates a parallel universe where we choose differently, but I’m unsure if
everything is as predetermined
“You think we have some sort of say in the way things will turn out in life?” “Yes and no. I think we have some say over the choices we make. I think your destiny is unable to be changed, however. The final destination. Where we’re meant to be.” She shrugs. “I spoke with a woman once who tried to explain it. Destiny can’t be altered. She t...
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Selfishly, I’ve isolated myself. A bad habit I’ve learned to fall into time and time again; I really hoped I wouldn’t do it again. Not this time.
“Could you be normal for like five minutes?” My voice rings through my ears, a reminder of the rude things I said to my brother the night before Mom died. “Mom says I’m special!”
“You live a lot of your life for others, don’t you?”
“Your mother did the same.
“Your fate depends on another. Someone forced to make a decision on your behalf. You must learn to forgive. To let go. To trust.”
“The rift determines your fate,”
“But your fate is not your destiny.”
“I thought fate and destiny were the same things.”
“Fate can be altered by the choices we make, Miss Watson. Destiny is predetermined. If our choices do not align with our destiny,...
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“Do not be scared of the end, Lake, for it is only the beginning.”
“The rift will shatter your timeline, Miss Watson. Destiny will correct it.”
no control over my life, especially now. The day my mother died was the last time I had any sense of free will, and I have been fighting tooth and nail to get it back. I’m starting to think it’s impossible. As Madame Blanche said, I live most of my life for others. When is it my turn?
I’ll do as I’m told. I’ll return to my dorm and be a defenseless human like everyone expects me to be.
At first, I felt bad for you. Maybe we had something in common. Both stuck in a situation we don’t want to be in. But no, Lake. We are not alike. You are frustratingly ignorant, insufferable, and pathetic. Your friends only like you because they feel sorry for you. Your sad excuse for a vampire boyfriend has been hiding you because he’s embarrassed—
Out of emotions. I know it won’t be like
this forever. Eventually, the shock will wear off. Not being able to feel anything is mercy. Mercy I do not deserve.
The fall is inevitable, and my chest caves in, my throat tightening. I blink a few times, my eyes stinging with tears that I don’t want to fall, but there’s no use. I’m not strong enough for this. I’m crumbling. Falling apart.
Though I know he’s probably right, I can’t shake the guilt that weighs on me.
His presence blankets my mind and soul, and comfort amongst the chaos is all I crave. A moment of peace without interruption. He drowns out the noise.
Reid always cares about my well-being over his own; as sweet as it is, I can’t help but worry about him simultaneously.
don’t think the ‘figuring things out’ period ever really ends,
We just move on to the next thing to navigate.”
There’s always that fear that someday I may go on without her.”
When anxiety holds me hostage,
leaving me unable to produce coherent, rational thoughts, one of two situations typically occurs. I either talk too much…or I shut down completely.
all my body yearns to do is crumble, fighting with my mind that wants nothing but to stay strong. I don’t want to keep crying. I’m tired of crying.
“I know I don’t need to. I want to.”
I’ve never liked the dark. More so, what lurks in the dark.
No one has ever tried so hard to ensure
I was happy.
Given that, I haven’t been on the planet very long, but it's hard to find the light sometimes when you’ve ...
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“You know I’ve learned quite a few things about you since we met.”
“Number one…you are terrible at lying.”
Reid, to me at least, is perfect. Not perfect by definition, though. I don’t believe any human or non-human can be. No, perfect in a way that’s raw. Flawed. Real.
“Thank you,” I murmur. He seems surprised. “For what?” “Everything,” I say simply. “For protecting me. For keeping me from completely losing my mind. For…liking me.”
I don’t know how to help him, and it frustrates me that I don’t. Since day one, he’s always found a way to help me, even when he didn’t have to.
Lake is fragile like a diamond. Put under intense pressure and turned into a pure, beautiful treasure, but it can be lost just as easily.
