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The door closed behind me. I wanted so badly to tell her the truth, tell her that I was madly, deeply, passionately in love with her, but I knew I could never ever open my mouth and let those words spill out. It wasn't that we were two women, it was that I was so profoundly moved by the language she spoke, that she attempted to impart to me, I knew if I made things awkward I could never show my face in that room again.
Life is just a precursor to dying. All those seconds you spend, that you waste, at the end of your life, maybe, just maybe, you'll look back and say, "I wish I used them to do something meaningful." But the luxury of time, the ability to actually wast seconds, that's living. That's what you do when you don't have to think about dying. That's taking life for granted, and those are seconds you can never get back.
Seconds fly by and become minutes. Hours. Days. Weeks. Months. Years. Decades. Centuries. I can't believe it's only been a week since I've seen them last. One week, two hours and one minute ago was the required time for leaving the dorms. I cannot fathom that I was ever even there, it seems a lifetime away.
"Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might have the wish I wish tonight."
Jenna sighed. No matter how hard she wished, hoped, hell, even prayed, she would never see her brother again until he returned, ragged and homeless, seventeen years later.
At the turn of the new century, the dawn of a new age, Mina Harker stood watch. Looking out through the early morning London fog, she thought about her terrible predicament with a cool, impartial demeanor.
It was nearly a century ago that the man had stood here before, a whole man, instead of the half-beast that he was today. The battle fought here had brought his whole race a new chance at life, but the greatest sacrifice was to be his own, a sacrifice for the people to be written on the pages of history. An ordeal that had gone horribly awry.
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