Forever
She hated the concept of forever. Her mother used to tell her that she would love her forever, but then she left her, she died. Adults always tell young children, when asked how long forever is, that it is a very, very long time. Forever is always thought of as going forward in time, if time were to be linear, but no-one ever considers forever going backwards in time, but surely that is implied with the name ever referring to always, before and after. You can't love someone forever if that is the case.
People die. In more ways than one. The eternity that they promised stolen in an instant. People. She could blame people for the whole forever conundrum that plagued her mind as she zipped up the cream dress with the lace detailing. There is a type of jellyfish, the immortal jellyfish, that never dies of old age, get ill or old they revert to their original form as an infant through the process transdifferentiation. These jellyfish were halfway to forever. They had the forwards.
The whole problem with forever it that it must have started before the universe was even formed, and it must end after the universe is destroyed. Therefore, forever could not be achieved. It was definitely the nerves that had her thinking like this she thought as she clipped some of the blond curls from around her face back with the cornflower hairpin.
Her father had promised the last time that he would be there for her forever but he had already broken that promise before he made it. It was an impossible promise to keep, a waste of precious oxygen on a planet who's inhabitants were rapidly using up more than could be produced. She dried her eyes, she was already crying and the service hadn't even started yet.
Why was she signing her life away? Promising something that was physically, humanly possible? Because she loved him. Because it was Harry Cunningham and she loved him. She needed him more than anyone could understand and she loved him. It all comes down to love in the end.
She fixed the veil into her blonde locks and sighed. She was finally giving him the rest of her life. Not forever, not by any length, but the rest of her life, and that was all that was hers to offer. Forever belonged entirely to the universe and no-matter who her father was, whether it was the thief that would appear for the sole purpose of begging her for money every once in a while or if it was the kind, honest professor who would be walking her down the isle that evening, she, Nikki Alexander, would never dream of becoming one of the villains that she helps lock away, would never dream of stealing the universe's forever.
Just a short little wander through the brain that is sat in my head. (Though you ca not actually walk through brain unless its really autolysed, which would be really disgusting and you would need a lot of brains to have enough to walk through.) I am not sure where it came from but it just happened. I do not know how good it is.