A/N This is what I think about whit I'm in the car. I cane up with this while listning to Adele, and I was wondering what you guys thought. This could end up being a series, but only if you guys think so. Please review and tell me what you think! If you don't Angela will show up at your school and embarass you!

Just so you know, I write short chapters, under 1,000 words mainly. This is my first one over that! YAY! I don't know why, I just do. Please no flaming, but do review and tell me if I should continue!

Disclaimer: I don't own the poem "Nothing Gold Can Stay" OR the Inheritance Cycle. I'm not CP or Robert Frost. If I was Robert Frost, I'd be either really old or dead and if I was CP I'd be busy working on the next book and the books would be a million times shorter.

She breathed in the sharp scent of pine. A leaf falling, the rustle of the trees all reminded her of him. She broke into a dead sprint, away from the clearing. She arrived at her destination within moments. A large cliff faced her, tall and daunting. Her hands shook as she reached for the first handhold, but she ignored it. She instead focused on the breathing. Short, uneven sobs came from her mouth. Still she pushed on.

She stood atop the pinnacle of red stone, gazing out at the wide expanse of forest before her. She slowly turned in a circle, breathing in the fresh air. The sound of rushing water assaulted her ears brought back everything she had been holding back. The color of the sky brought forth what was inside of her; his eyes as he flew above the clouds, as he shared a joke, in the midst of battle, as she rejected him...

"How?! Why?! I..." Her anger drained from her lips as she felt the reassuring touch of a mind she knew better than her own. How hard it is to truly know one's self. She knew why and how, but wasn't willing to admit it to herself. He was her biggest mistake, the one she would go back and fix if she could. She turned her gaze to the elven capital. How could she go back? They were there, the young elven twins.

To the north there was only forest, a continuation of what was before her. More evergreens lay that way, as far as her elven eyes could see. In that direction was her birthplace, where she had sworn she would never return to. Under the crown of a mighty pine, she was born. Her birthplace was something no one knew about. No one living, anyways.

Her gaze turned to the direction of the capital of the Empire. Her emerald eyes softened and became moist as her memories returned to haunt her, in small flashes. That which had been and could have been. That which was. In her mind's eye she saw the fallen, their empty eyes fixed behind her on something she couldn't see. One particular pair of brown eyes that should not have been there made her breath catch in her throat, though you wouldn't know it from observing her stance. Her grace was comparable to that of a mountain cat, and remained even now as she crouched on the flat top of the rock.

She could relax in his company, something that was rare. He was always surprising her with his depths. For a warrior, he had no cruelty and was not hard, but had the gentleness of a farm boy. For a farm boy, he was too educated, noble, and philosophical. For a philosopher, he was eager to get out there and help, not sit at a desk all day. Indeed, the only classification for him was one in which she belonged to now as well. They would have been perfect, but she was not ready for that, not willing to lower her walls enough for him to gain a spot in her heart as she had in his.

How could it have worked, with their responsibilities? It was impossible, she asked herself. Be reasonable. But the truth was they could have made it work. They'd accomplished harder things together. He would have never given up, no matter what the odds were. That's what made him different from others. They could see that something was impossible and set themselves a new task. Not him. He was the perfect mixture of both races. For his immortality, he still felt the grasp of time, the urgency of deadlines. Yet he was willing and able to accomplish anything he set his mind to. Immortality could be a blessing and a curse at the same time, causing you to lose sight of the simple pleasures in life. Loss is the flavor of life, for without it you can never appreciate the blessings you have.

"Nature's first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf's a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay."

A wise elf once told her. She should have listened. For she had fallen prey to the one weakness of her kind, trapping out all emotions. Elves were by far the most secretive of all races. They treated emotional displays with disgust. But we noticed something too late, she realized. Without hate you cannot have love. Without loss, what is the gift of life? She was a monster, not able to feel a thing.

And she had been happy like that. Then he came along and turned her world upside down. With him she could feel again, which made the loss of him all the more painful. He changed her life forever.

And she had rejected him. Twice.

The elf sat on the rock and wept, the salty tears of regret.

Yeah man, 1,022 words!