Chapter 9
Exotic, hip, naughty
Caleb, Why are my children different? What's is wrong with them? We are 21, what are we doing? How is this possible? I am dreaming, right? Get me out!
Abbey, Are we doing things wrong? How can this go on? How is this world different? We've been living here for 10 years, dammit!
It looks as if, the world is suddle, stopped in time. Live life, long.
A breath of fresh air, Caleb sucked up. Only could be his last. They all walked down to a near by stream. All life, still. Caleb jolted downward, his mind swerving., racing. Everything still, glass. Hyperventilate. It's exotic, how Malaria, can make you high.
Boom! He drops dead. His glass world, turning to ice, melting him in his own perpetual world. Hips breaking down, treading. Can't even shed a tear.
Caleb, A naughty life I lived, and I can't leave yet. What about my children?
Abbey, Amazing how things came go bye-bye in a flash.
She cries solemnly, holding her kids in her hands. Edwin holds Annalisa's hand, the take 2 fingers, and slowly touch his neck. His wind pipe glows.
Abbey, What are my children? Monsters?
Caleb immediately gasps air, opens eyes, and kisses Abbey. Softly and gently, cherishing every second, they are alive.