This Love Remains

My mother's earrings jingled softly as I put them in my ears. Horizon was having a vintage themed party tonight. My parents, Joseph, and Daniel had apparently gone on some family trip for the weekend. One that I was not interested in. Not anymore. Not since Noah. I didn't even have to imagine his face for it to hurt. Just his name in itself sent so much pain through me that it was nearly unbearable. He had been missing for four months. Dr. Kells had sent me home after one month in the hospital. Thanks to my stunning acting skills, she was confident that the medication she had me on was doing its duty. In reality, the medication was having little effect on me. In the past four months I have become almost immune to the heavy medications she has prescribed to me. I have heard that others can't fight it. I'm not sure if my immunity has something to do with my powers or if it's just because I'm a strong willed person. I guess I'll never know. Since Noah's disappearance I have pretty much abandoned all hopes of trying to find out more about our powers. I want to, and I know that I will pick the research back up again sometime; it's what he would have wanted. But now? I can't. I can't think of anything but him. Constantly. He is all I see, all I hear, all I think about, dream about, imagine. I can't help replaying the moment where he told me he loved me.

I never got the chance to say it back.

Before he died.

Because of me.

No, I don't think that. I keep clinging to the hope that he's alive, somewhere. That Dr. Kells lied to me, like she has so many times before. I think that if I admit to myself that he's gone, I'll lose myself. And I can't do that. Not now.

I distracted myself with getting ready.

Standing in front of the mirror, I stared at my reflection. I had my hair pinned up in vintage pin curls. My dress was midnight blue. It seemed to be more of a dress of stone than of cloth as it shimmered in the light. Made of onyx and sapphire and amethyst... It dipped dangerously and deliciously low in the front and the back, hugging the curves of my waist and my hips until it drifted to the floor elegantly. This was the dress Noah got me. I was also wearing his mothers dark jewel necklace.

This was my mother's, but it was meant for you.

Tears blurred my vision as the familiar, smoky British voice echoed around in my head. I shook my head. I needed to focus on getting ready

After doing my makeup and my nails to match my lovely vintage get-up, I was standing in front of the full length mirror once again. I hadn't caked my face in makeup, as so many girls do know these days, only adding highlights to my outfit. I had painted my nails a dark violet-blue to match my dress and the jewel resting on my collarbone. My skin was creamy and smooth against the darkness of the dress. The contrast between it and my skin was lovely. I looked beautiful. I wished Noah was here to see me. The dress came up to my knees in the front but rested on the floor behind me. A shudder went up my spine as I thought about the price of this dress. A thrill went up it when I thought about how he did it for me. Another shudder. Women are complicated creatures.

I slipped on the midnight blue heels that I bought after Noah had gotten me the dress. They were a little high for my taste, but they matched my dress perfectly, even shimmering slightly like the material of it. I got up from my bed, wobbling slightly. I had to pace in my room for a few minutes before I finally grew accustomed to the feel of the heels on my feet.

My heels clicked on the hardwood floor as I grabbed my clutch and my coat. I draped my coat over my shoulders and reached for the door. The doorknob was silent as I turned it. I expected to find everything but what I saw.

I gasped as I took in the sight.

Noah, his hand poised to knock.

So, what did you think? Should I continue this as a 10-20 chapter story? Or as a two-three shot? Let me know!

-This Lovely World