normalphobic
A montage of images floated before me, seeming to last a lifetime though it must have only been seconds, if not less. Remembering my mother, my father, my brother. Feeling warmth wash over me, relief as Xander's face floated through my head and I realized, it was over. It was all finally over. At least for me.
And then I realized it wasn't over for everyone else.
I needed to fight.
I needed to live.
I felt like I had the plague. My body was heavy and hot, and it was hard to even move without even crying out in pain. Whatever I had caught, I wanted it to go away.
"Eliora! It's time to get up," my mother called.
I opened my mouth to speak and simply began to cough, deep, body-shaking coughing that scared even me. My mom heard this and came into my room. "Dear God, Eli," she murmured, kneeling down beside me and feeling my forehead.
He let out a pained groan. "Eliora. This isn't going to work out."
"Why not?!" I cried, feeling tears brim in my eyes. "Just because we're different? Because I'm of the Forest Dwellers and you of Stone? That's ridiculous!"
"Yes, but that's life!" he yelled back. He took a deep breath, ran a hand through his hair. "Maybe you would be better off just leaving. Going back to your village."
This was incredible. I had no idea that ground dwellers had formed entire cities networking for miles underground. I was so used to residing in the trees (and more recently within the mountains and caves with Xander) that I had no idea what to think.
"This is incredible," I whispered, almost speechless from the site. There were paved roads, moving vehicles, buildings that rose up for six or seven stories. It was amazing.
The flood of emotions that overcame me was almost too much to handle.
I sat back, trying to sort through everything I was feeling.
It was like an awakening.
She hadn't known what she was missing out on in life until she met him.
And he had brought her to life. He had awakened the desire in her to live more, to just live and let live. To be happy.
He had awakened true love within her, love she had thought she had lost forever. He had awakened her, all of her, everything about her.
Our country needs to be more radical in my opinion. More passionate. More feeling about everything.
That's the thing. We all contain our emotions so much. It's no wonder everyone is so unhappy all the time.
Radical though. We should all be more radical.
Spring was beginning to blossom.
I couldn't believe it had already been almost a year since she had died. We were all coping with it at that point. Coping well even. She didn't come up in conversation as much anymore. Very rarely did one of us randomly burst into tears again.
But I knew that on the year anniversary of her death, it would be a hard day for all of us.
He has a strong conviction.
Maybe that's what I like so much about him.
He just always seems to know where he's going and he's determined to get there somehow.
That's really attractive to me.
I've just never met someone like that. Ever the optimist I suppose.
He's like iron. But not in the way you would expect.
He doesn't have an iron fist. He isn't scary and intimidating.
But he's iron. Like strength.
He's iron and strong, and he's all I need.
His iron arms hold me and I feel safe and warm and needed and loved and I never want him to let go of me because he's perfect.
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