Let us die young or let us live forever,
We don't have the power but we never say never,
Sitting in a sandpit,
Life is a short trip,
The music's for the sad man.

Victor's POV

I watch my father try and make the elixir, every time when he couldn't get it right, he would tell me to go to my room and stay there until I am summoned for dinner, and every time I do that I see Sarah sitting at the end of the hallway or somewhere else, playing with her dolls. She looks up, gives me a sad smile and then goes back to her play. I just ignore her.

But, one time when my dad go it wrong and sent me to my room, I stayed where I was.

"Daddy, why do you do this?" I asked him, keeping my eyes on the various chemicals that stood in front of him.

"Because, if you had to chose between these what would you chose? To die young or to live forever?" He asks me not sounding mad at all.

"But...what about the ones you love?" I asked him, thinking about my mother. I never had a mother, well I never met her. Sarah's mother is the closet one I got, and now she hates me.

"Well, you would chose. A life with happiness or a life without happiness." He told me.

"But which is which?" I asked him, confused at why he didn't tell me.

"Only you know that answer" He told me. I went to my room and didn't look at Sarah. My father chose immortality over my mother. Right then and there I vowed to never end up like him.

-years later-

I sit in the same room as him. Hating him for not being a better father as I watch these kids sneak up and down the steps. They talk about me, my father, Rufus, and Sarah. They want to take me down. But they don't already know that I am already broken down inside. That I let Sarah slip through my fingers and now I have lost her. That I let Rufus get away with all that he has down, and that I am ending up just like my father.

Nina sneaks up the stairs, glances at my office and then looks away. I imagine her in her room, telling the rest of them what she has found. And I only wish I could tell the what my father had told me. That I chose my path, and that I regret it. I want them to know, that no matter how much times I have lost, I already did. Not to them, but to me. I let my father get the nest of me.

So, as I stand here in my office thinking about Sarah. The last time I saw here. She sent me a picture of Egypt. The pyramids behind her, sand everywhere and the setting sun, also behind her. Her brown wavy hair pulled back in a ponytail and she is smiling, I can only think: Let us die, or live. Whatever we may chose.

And I hate her, for leaving me, and never looking back.

Okay, I know this is not my best, but I had no other ideas. So please just try to be nice.