Christian's pov
No this wasn't right. I was supposed to be twenty seven. I was married. I had two kids. I had a job. I was finally out of this school where all things bad seem to happen because no other school goes through the craziness that ours did-dose whatever. It really isn't fair. I mean we have Jessie, but we aren't all bad people. Fate hates us. that's probably why I'm here.
I sighed. No use complaining about it. Its going to get me no where. Still I wonder how this happened.
I had to tell someone. Rose. She was the first one to come to my head then I remembered she still hated me. Well sort of. Our relationship was wired. We would each die to protect the other, but would die before saying we cared.
Mason. He would laugh at me.
Then how could I tell Lissa. She would believe me. It couldn't sound that wired to a sprit user, but how do you tell someone that they would die the next day. Maybe if I just leave that out.
I was moving before I had made a decision. I could save her. Then the full reality of it hit me.
I could save Lissa yes, but then non of the future would ever happen. Rose wouldn't have gotten depressed. We wouldn't become close. We wouldn't fall in love get married, and have kids. I couldn't lose Rose and our kids. I had to relive this, and chose between Lissa or Rose.
I was at Lissa's door. I had no contoll over the action when I knocked on her door.
She opened it, and smiled brightly.
Lissa's pov
My smile faded as I saw the pain in his eyes. And other things. His eye's didn't look like the eye's of a teenager, and held non of the sarcasm they usually did. They looked like the eye's of an adult going through something horrible.
"Christian do you want to come in?" I ask him softly.
"I-I can't." he sounded chocked as he said the words then whirled around and left.
Back to Chris's pov
I ran out of there, and out side. I didn't know where I was going, but I stopped when I saw Rose. She had her head bent over a book. Since when did Rose read?
"Rose?"
She looked up saw me, and looked back down. "Shut it sparky. I'm trying to read." I saw the cover of the book. The Hunger Game's. People killing other people. Now I understood why Rose was reading.
She looked up clearly annoyed that I was still standing here. "What did I just tell you. Now go bug some one else. I have better things to look at than your face." yeah I remember her doing better. Well I should try to act like I would at this time back then.
I put in the most sarcastic tone of voice I could and put mock hurt on my face. "Aww but Rosie you don't. your Mirror broke from over use." I then put in fake sympathy. "I'm so sorry you always have to worry that people will notice your ugly when they compare you to my sexyness."
"Not your best work. Now don't you have an attic to contaminate." yeah it really wasn't my best. I'm not used to being mean to her. The attic part was harsh though.
I was about to say something when Dimitri came strolling up. I couldn't look at this.
I walked away, and when I was out of hearing range I muttered, "By the way Lissa's going to die, Dimitri is going to break your heart, you will try to kill your self, we will fall in love, get married, and have kids. How dose that sound to you?"