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A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen.

~Edward de Bono

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Never lonely.

She was across the room from me. The other pale blonde beauty laid elegantly sprawled with a pearl mirror loosely in her grasp only now and again to catch a glimpse of herself in it's reflection but mostly toying with the sunlight streaming through the curtains.

There we boxes and boxes of jewels and ornaments that no empire thriving could match. The other pale blonde one, with a slight curl to her hair, moved her hands over and over every one of them. Her eyes darting with delight over each.

The hours would pass slowly for each, but the night would thrive with a new lust, as new lovers.

She by the jewels sighed in resign picking up a long chain of pearls and twisting then absently around her right hand. Their beauty compared nothing to her. She was so much like her mate, I could not help but make the personality comparison as to how perfect each was. I watched her.

Though I did not really notice, the one lying on the pillows beside me had her caring eyes on me. I turned so slowly to wonder at my form in the mirror of the vanity I sat at. How I would have forever in this place. And that made me smile, because I would forever be happy with the one I love and around those I love. The rest mattered not.

The one with the pearls moved like fluid and sat on the window seat. The curtains failed to conceal enough light, so she glittered as every jewel in the box she just walked from. Her eyes looked passively over the city below. The city in which she was queen of, she considered. I know the other did not care to rule an empire. She had done that in mortality. She was content in the luxury of this life, and the power, and more her love. I did not care. I had never had luxury, and did the one by the window. Only she devoured it. She loved it as much as my brother. But I cannot say I care. I had lived without it, though it was nice to have. With whom I shared it with seemed more important; it made me smile.

I turned back to the mirror and smiled at my reflection. The one in the windowsill caught my happiness and arouse. The one on the cushion beside me propped herself onto her elbows and smiled at my face as well.

"Do you like what you see, Didyme? You aren't becoming as vain as I now are you?" Athenadora jested from the cushion bed she lay.

"Of course she likes what she see's!" Sulpicia moved closer to me, "Just look," she motioned for me to look at the mirror again for I had turned to face them, "It will be like this forever." she walked closer and began to put her arms around my shoulder, "Didyme-,"

"Didyme?" the bell rang again as Evan shook my shoulder. I snapped quickly out of it, recoiling, then loosening up just as quickly.

"Coming, coming." I said trying to regain the reality.

I wandered into the crowded halls and pondered where it was exactly I was going to. My eyes looked left and right. I bit my lip out of habit of thinking.

"Latin. Go downstairs." Evan bumped me in the direction I was to go. I followed dazed. I could never focus in math and Algebra II was just the worst. The perfect scenario to just drift off. First period, and still tired. The teacher babbling on about god only knows what. No one to bother me because Evan sat across the room. Sure, the occasion paper balls were distracting, but now that the teacher moved him to the front of the room (I was in the back.) it made the class my morning nap.

Although, I can't say sleep was a good thing anymore.

Night after night, relentless, those horrid dreams. Even when my eyes are open now it seems. These strange faces.

I sighed and touched the growing bags under my eyes and I walked down the hall to Latin. Another simple class for myself. The teacher said I had a gift for it, to me, it was more just a second language, if you may.

Evan wasn't in this class. No one really was that I knew knew. I knew everyone. But no one knew me, like a person should be known...no one...and I'll stop ranting. Maybe pay attention.

I walked in. Sat in my normal seat. Far right. Third to last seat. Only there wasn't anyone behind me, so maybe I was last. Diagonal from me, farther up, sat the only person I cared to talk to really in the class. His name was Ethan. He was quiet, and unpopular, and I knew him since the third grade. He was going to be a doctor someday. I just knew it.

He wasn't there yet. Only a few people were standing casually together in a group up front. I didn't care to join them. I could help but stare at the drizzle outside. My reflection obscured by the rain falling on the window.

The lack of sleep was starting to show, and it bothered me. Lots of teenagers are always smiling too. Why were my eye always so deep set, and my mouth so stern. It didn't frown. But it wasn't smiling. Maybe it was because I wasn't happy. But I wasn't sad, was I? Maybe I was happy. I could be the only person to ever reach a happy medium. Or maybe I was never going to be happy. I could just be ok for the rest of my life. Yeah.

The late bell startled me from gazing at the window. The class had started, but I don't think the teacher ever payed attention to me in this class, seeing as I have the highest grade-point average in it. I happened to notice that a new figure sat behind me in one of the open seats.

Glancing back, I saw a girl. She was wearing a blue baby-doll shirt with half sleeves. She had short hair of a blonde nature, but nothing light. Her eyes were a muddy color of no special shade, and she was extraordinarily beautiful, like some other people that dwelled our halls. But I never was the first to notice that. I glanced at her feet (even though at this point she probably noticed me half turned around.) and noticed nothing but a regular pair of white flats. I turned back to her face. She was looking at me now. Smiling. Showing her perfect teeth. She tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Hello, my name is Jane." she said sweetly in a musical voice that I half expected. Other people were bothered by people like this, but it was more indifferent than not for me.

"Hi. Didyme," I smiled back at her, "You new here?" I questioned at an attempt to casual conversation.

"Yeah," she looked over to a boy across the room. One I quickly deduced as a twin, and just as fashionably dressed, "My brother and I, we're from Italy, but have family here."

"Cool"I smiled nonchalantly. I really lost the conversation here, because the teacher started talking, and the girl looked all to eager to listen. I could tell cause she looked around my head.

So I turned my head around too.


She seemed friendly. I couldn't find something wrong with her yet. I liked her smile. And I think she would be a good friend, because that's what I was suppose to become to her.

She was pretty with her straight black shattered hair. The layers in it had become sloppy though, and it really just blended in as one. And her too long bangs, just more another piece od hair now, kept falling in front of her face. She always tried to tuck it away, but it didn't work well. It was kind of cute.

When she saw that I wanted to listen, which I sort of did, although I already knew everything, she turned away out of courteous.

I glanced over to Alec, who glanced back to me. His eyes questioned me as to say 'Do you like her?'

I gave back the look of 'Yes, I do'. Aro as said that I would like her, hadn't he? Who am I to contradict. I did like her.