I stare out at the wreckage from my car window as I slowly drive past. I'm almost glad that I didn't see the accident.
Just like that. Life was going fine for those people five minutes ago, and judging by the blood on the pavement, many of them won't live to see tomorrow.
Life is cruel like that.
And to me, it's just a bitter reminder that I will soon die, too. I will age. I will probably lose my mind. And Raffe won't. Within the next ten years, I will probably start to look like I could be his mother.
Right now, we're in a sweet spot. It's been ten years since the angel invasion. We look like a normal twenty-something couple- except for the demon wings, of course. But what about in ten years? Twenty?
In the World Before, I used to see old couples in grocery stores and around town. They grew old together and I thought that was nice. Raffe and I would never have that.
I sigh, not wanting to think about it anymore.
I catch a glimpse of a couple of kids huddling together by the wrecked cars. They were crying into the chest of a woman- their mother probably. My heart went out to them for a moment.
Another bitter reminder.
Raffe and I probably couldn't have a family. We technically could, but we shouldn't.
Our child wouldn't be immortal and Raffe would have to deal with their death, along with mine. When he asked me about it, I had told him that I was okay with not having a family. I still have my mother and Paige, after all. But if I'm completely honest with myself, I'm not okay.
I want to raise a child. To be a better parent than mine were.
I step on the gas and drive past the scene. I couldn't stand thinking about anymore.
A/N: This is an idea that has been bothering me for awhile now, so I decided to write it down. I will probably turn this into a story, but it probably won't be updated too frequently. I will also give it a proper name. Please review and tell me what you think :)