Disclaimer: I do not own Rosalie Lillian Hale.
Her delicate pallid fingers traced the smooth coruscating edges of a mirror. No, it wasn't vanity. It was envy, feverishly verdigris – intoxicating, lethal, and oh so green. Frail fingers snapped with deceiving strength. The reflecting glass shattered effortlessly, casting a spectrum off the fluttering shards of broken glass bouncing off her pale skin with a crystalline tink.
How utterly fragile everything, and everyone was. The balance of their life tipped precariously one way or another, until the final decision was made to upset that stability. Then they would leave just their mere memory as they depart from their life, ever joyous to the ascending stairs to heaven, or ever tortured as they descended the abyss to hell. Their remembrance would linger, then vanish like mist as new generations took on the same cycle. She envied their mortality. She didn't want to see the world in three hundred years, possibly devoid of all life but her and her eternally damned family.
Eternally damned – that was only too commonly misinterpreted as immortality. Oh no, those were two different things entirely, as similar as lust is to love. Being eternally damned was her situation, forced upon her without a choice. Her soul had been usurped clean out of her beautiful ashen body, evaporating into thin air like hot steam. She was dead – frozen, marble-solid, bloodless; but in the same sense she was alive – breathing, living, moving, loving. Immortality was oh so different. It was totally alive, taking for granted souls and lives, able to enjoy life to the fullest forevermore.
She had been damned against her will. Her dreams aspired as any young adolescent's would. Live, love, laugh, and die after living life to the fullest, no regrets and no wasted time. She feared not death itself, but when it would claim her. Come too early, she'd be a tragic accident who had not yet fulfilled her lifelong dreams. Come too late, she'd suffer survivor's guilt as her loved ones passed through the ends of their times. It had to come when she was ready.
But it never came.