Story's name: But in them Nature's copy's not eterne, comes from a scene in 'Macbeth' said by Lady Macbeth. This quote means that everyone has to die sometime.
Jesse POV:
Preface: I have never been much of a thinker; I just go with the flow. But I've never felt this way… I ain't one to believe, but I think now might be the time to begin.
It was time to visit Ma and Pa. Last time I saw them was 'bout ten or three years ago, I can't remember much. Anyways, I was kind of excited about having the family together for a bit. Miles was coming, too, I bet it'll be one heck of a visit.
I went by the spring, our usual meeting place. I saw Ma heading towards me. She was wearing her same usual clothes, nothin' special really.
"Jesse!" she hugged me.
"Hey, Ma. Missed you."
"Yes, yes, so did we! Come home, won't ya?"
"I think I'll hang out here for a bit, maybe go fishin'. I'll come home later, is that ok?"
"'Course it is. Enjoy Jess." She patted my back and headed back home.
I wasn't really in a rush of headin' back home. I had forever to do that. I just sat by the spring, sipping the old water. I wasn't sure who she was, but I saw a girl coming to the spring. Then I quickly remembered… She don't know the secret. She came closer, and I had to admit that she was pretty damn beautiful. She had long brown hair, light eyes, and she looked just about my age. She wore one of those fancy dresses rich people have. I was positive she was a Foster; her family owns this place. She came closer, and finally spoke.
"Who are you?" she sounded surprised. It was entertainin'.
"Jesse Tuck. Whatcha doing here?" I saw her bend to get a sip from the spring. "No, no! Don't drink that!" I tried to sound intimidating.
"You can't tell me what to do. Besides, I own this place." Ah, yes, definitely a Foster.
"Please? Please, don't." I coulda sworn it sounded like I was begging. Well, I was desperate I guess.
"Why?" she asked suspiciously.
"'Cause it ain't good for you."
"Then why did I just see you drinking it?"
"You're not going to make this easier, are you?"
"No." She said and I laughed.
"Well, I'll tell ya later. What's your name?"
"Winnie Foster."
Winnie POV:
Preface: The moment I felt freedom, I felt trapped. There was never a compromise. I had to fight for it. And what a strange feeling it was… Being trapped yet free at the same time.
I stared at him, of course. I mean… What else could I do? I have never been out much. Actually, I have never been out at all. Running away from home could have been a decision I would regret later. Jesse had the most beautiful curly hair, and such a breathtaking smile.
"Well, Winnie… Come with me, will you?" he asked.
"I don't even know you!" I didn't know anybody here. I didn't want to be alone, but I didn't want to be with a stranger. Hmm.
"Do you want to know the story about the spring, or what?" of course I wanted to know the story! What did he think? It is my property anyways. But I wouldn't yell this at him. I will contain what I feel.
"Do you promise to tell me?"
"Yeah, I don't look like a promise breaker, do I?" he asked with a mocking tone.
"Ok, fine."
"Lets go by the pond, Foster." He ran, and I tried to keep up. It was difficult to run with a dress, but I found out that I am not a terrible runner. I managed catch up with him.
"You've never been here, have ya?" he asked while we slowed.
"No. I've never been anywhere." I sighed.
"Why?"
"Because the world is a dangerous place. At least that's what I've heard. But I decided to try my luck and run away."
"Little rebel, aren't you Foster?" he laughed.
"Maybe. Maybe not." I fixed my dress when we stopped by the pond. I've never seen anything quite like it. It looked like the memories I visualized from grandpa's stories. "It's kind of…" I couldn't really think of a word.
"Dirty? Yeah, all ponds are like that." He sat down.
"No." I corrected him. "Beautiful…"
"Sure, you can say that." He was on his back, staring into the sun.
"Can you tell me the story… Now?"
"What story? Oh, the spring? I'll tell ya later." He said carelessly.
"This is why I came here with you!" I protested.
I saw another older looking boy come from the distance.
"Jesse… Who's the girl?"
"She kinda saw me drink from the spring, Miles."
"Well, we don't have much time to waste… Let's take her to our home."
"Wait… No!" I wanted to go home and sit in my fenced backyard. I was afraid.
"We'll explain it." Miles said.
"I don't want to know anymore!" I tried to let go when he and Jesse gripped on my arms.
"Too late, Winnie." Jesse added.
They put me on their old-looking horse, and led me somewhere unknown.