Disclaimer: I don't own the Night World. Get over it.
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.
How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.
Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.
Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total darkness sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.
Wystan Hugh Auden
1907-1973
"Oxbridge Mary-Lynette? Oxbridge? As in those posh Universities in England?"
It had been years since I had met Ash. His year had turned into nearly a decade and my love of Astronomy had taken me far away from where I once called home. Oxbridge, or the collective name for Oxford and Cambridge, two of the best Universities in the United Kingdom. Mark had been incredulous at the thought of me leaving, but the opportunities I have had made the sacrifices worthwhile.
I still missed Ash dearly, but I had learnt, from Mark, that he had been so caught up with Circle Daybreak that his promise to me was not one that he found important enough to keep. He wrote, on occasion, a card on my birthday but that was the most contact I have had with Ash Redfern in nearly ten years.
A war has been fought and won in that time.
Not that it brought my Ash back to me. Soul mates obviously weren't as important to them as partying in Vegas.
I loved England. I made new friends, a pretty girl with blue eyes and blonde with ringlets that fell down around her head, and a boy, a sweet, sweet boy with crazy brown hair and deep, mesmerising green eyes. Caitlyn and Joey. My best friends. My house mates. The cutest couple I'd ever seen.
I didn't miss Ash.
I'd made it on my own, out here in the countryside, watching the stars through the best telescope I'd ever worked with, scouring the Heavens for a miracle.
Above my head is a Supernova, a huge ball of exploding gas in space. That's what my relationship with Ash was. A supernova. Beautiful and bright, but all too soon the fiery power it posses dies, and leaves nothing but a memory.
So, I, MortalEnemies1234 (the Vikki side), have written a new story. Those of you who were familiar with my Mortal Instruments stories know that my writing isn't exactly brilliant, and that the word update flits in and out of my vocabulary.
This may stay as a one shot. It depends on the reception it receives.
Also, check out my friend Althea Amethyst's stories- they are pretty good.
Review, alert, ignore, it's up to you. I don't care anymore. I'm only doing this because if I don't, the idea will go to waste.
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Vikki ;)~