RASHEL AND QUINN: ADJUSTING.
THIS IS STORY IS ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS AFTER THE CHOSEN.
I DON'T OWN THE NIGHT WORLD.
…The boat sped on through the sparkling ocean and into the promise of the moonlit night.
The air was slightly crisp with a faint whispering breeze. I enjoyed the feel of the speed on my face and my long, loose hair. The air was quite exept for the lap of the waves on the hull of the boat and our shallow breathing.
I looked at Quinn. His hair was wind-tossed and beautiful. He turned his head and looked into my eyes.
I formed half a heart with my hand. He formed the other half, gently tapping his hand against mine. The sparks that had so scared me before were now addicting.
The silence was broken by a scream.
"Timmy!" I gasped. I recognized the scream from when I was five. I sprinted down the stairs and went below deck. I ran right to the little boy who was sitting up in bed screaming.
I took him in my arms. Instead of thrashing me off like I expected. He wrapped me in a sweet little boy hug. He was crying. And kept sobbing." Why did you leave me? Why did you leave me?"
Tears fell from m eyes too, and all I could say was" I'm sorry, I am so so sorry."
Arms wrapped around me. They were Quinn's. he was mumbling something that I couldn't hear.
I was so tired of death, and sadness.
I cried for what seemed like forever.
I dried for my mother, for Timmy.
For myself, and for Quinn.
For Dove and for Nyala.
For all the vampires I had killed.
And for Vicky and Elliot who wouldn't understand who I could betray them.
I cried finally for all those poor girls, what they had to go threw and what they almost had to go threw.
I cried myself to sleep.
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