Hey guys! I'm Chloe and this is my first story on this site. Actually this is my first story anywhere. But don't hold back! I can take constructive criticism but I hope you like it :-)
Disclaimer: Bloodlines does not belong to but to the great Miss Mead.
I stand out on the balcony, the cool night breeze blowing across my face, staring at the stars twinkling like fairy lights spread out across the well lit sky. The moroi palace stands firmly behind me in all it's might and glory, looking as if it might crush anyone who dares to doubt it's greatness.
"Adrian." A voice, barely a whisper, speaks from behind me.
I turn and it's her. Her with her golden eyes, golden hair and beautiful face standing near the large palace doors. The light coming from inside illuminating her features even more so.
"Sage." I say, my voice hoarse.
I look away. It's not her. It's not her. It's never her. I keep repeating the mantra in my head. She always does this. It's always like this. She appears out of nowhere, looking so real, so much like the real Sydney that I can't help but think it's her. Then when I finally feel as if all our troubles are over, that she' s finally back where she belongs; by my side, she disappears. Just like that. Just….gone. And it hurts more and more each time.
And I'm an idiot for believing it each time. But not this time.
She walks towards me and my chest twists painfully. She looks different this time. Usually she is translucent, almost ghost like. But right now she's completely opaque. But that's just part of the hallucination. I avert my gaze again.
"Adrian," She says again," Look at me."
Her voice is pleading and I'm forced to comply.
What I see completely shocks me. Her molten gold eyes are sparkling with tears. She's visibly shaking and she looks so pale and thin. This Sydney is much different than all the others.
But I can't let that affect me.
" Sage, what are you doing back here?" I ask warily and keeping my distance.
"Ww..what do you mean? Oh God Adrian! I missed you so much." She cries about to wrap her arms around me but I stop her. This is getting even more confusing. A hallucination has never tried to do that or initiate any sort of physical contact really.
"What's wrong?" She asks clearly mystified.
"You're not fooling me this time Sage. I'm not going to fall for it. You're not real. And nothing will change that." I say sadly.
"You think I'm not real?" She says even more perplexed than before.
"No, I know you're not real. So you see there's no use trying to fool me."
"Adrian. It's me. I promise."
"No, it's not." I say firmly.
She suddenly reaches out and touches my face. I stand shocked that she's able to touch me. In all the times I've seen her appear and disappear she has never, not once touched me in any way. Nor I her. Well, not from a lack of trying though. It's just that whenever I tried to touch her, that's when she'd disappear.
"Yes, it is." She replies. " Get a grip, Adrian. Centrum Permanibet remember?"
Centrum Permanibet…..the center will hold. The center. That's us. Me and Sydney. The center will hold because we're the center. I suddenly look down at her again.
"Sage?" I say, my voice breaking." It's really you isn't it?"
"Yeah." She whispers back.
That does it. I lift her off the ground, in my arms, just pressing her close to me. I lean down to press her lips with my own but when I do there's no softness, none of that warmth that I usually get from her. I open my eyes and she's gone. Again.
I sink to the ground and lean against the wall, my head in my hands. It's not until my hands feel wet that I realize I'm crying. Oh god, Sage.
Where are you?
I love you so much.
I miss you so much.
But you're right.
You're always right.
The center will hold.
Because we're the center.