Overlad hadet og bitterheden til dem, der ikke er stærke not til at elske.

Leave the hade and the bitterness to whose, who are not strong enough to love.

From 'The history about Mira'/Historien om Mira by Josefine Ottesen

Rosé Hill – April 2005:

In the last few days one person has been on my mind constantly: James. I do not know why. My first thought was that I was in love, but this – whatever this is – is more than just in love. I think I love him. But how can you love someone you barely know? Well I have known James, since I was 8, when my brothers sent me here. So I have known him for about 7 years. Can you love someone after 7 years? Yeah, I think so. It is a bit funny, because I have never thought about him in this way. He has always been a bit too nerdy too me, but there has always been the look in his eyes: determinedness. The look in his eyes always hit me so hard. I have always wondered what a boy like James could be so determined about… maybe to make a better life for himself. I would like to believe that. James has never been very liked by others – not even his twin brother Hans – but James just always seemed sort of wrong. He cared more about his ability than about other human beings. His roommate, who is named Harry, does not want to have anything with him to do – he even tried to shift rooms several times, all because James prefers to be alone and does not want to watch Star Wars to the middle off the night. Poor James. No one at Rosé Hill has given James a real chance – not even me. I have been mean and a bitch towards him. I did not like him, so why have I fallen for him? I guess that is faith, and you never mess with faith. But how to I convince James that I like him? That I even love him? I shake my head. If faith made me love him, then faith will bring us together…

Rosé Hill – July 2005:

I smile. It is a good day. James and I have been together for almost two months now. Most people were a bit shocked; when we told people that we were a couple. But people have accepted it – It just took some time. I have lost some friends, because of my choice of boyfriend, but if they cannot accept him then they cannot accept me. I am going to tell him that I love him today…. I wonder how he will take it, because I love him and cannot see a life without him in it. We have learned that we are not only a couple, we are also soulfinders.

'Darling, where are you?' James' voice is in my head. All people who go to Rosé Hill are savants.

'I am at the school building. Where are you?' I ask.

'Stay there. I am on my way.' James says and I smile. He is always so sweet. I love him so much, but we are both so young – 16 to be precise. Love does not have an age, and yet my brothers would disagree with me. My brothers… They mean so much to me, but they would not like my other half, James. They would hate him at first sight, because he is not what they want for me. I will worry about that at another time. Have can I make them love him just as much as I do?

"You look like you are lost in that mind off yours. Again if I may add." James says. I shake my head and look at him. He looks every so handsome with his half long black hair and those deep blue eyes of his. James is fit – not that I love him for how he looks. I love him for who he is and who he wants to be.

"I am sorry. I just thought about you meeting my brothers. I hope you…"

"Have I not said that you talk too much, princess?" James says. I look down and nod.

By now I know, what is going to happen… James is angry. Stupid people…why did they have to make him angry?

"That was much better. You see I have a headache, and you speaking are not helping! Not helping at all."

"I am sorry, James. Do you want me to help you with that headache off yours?" I offer, but James… does not take it well and hits me – several times while screaming: "No bitch" and a lot of other not so kind words. When his anger runs out, he just looks at me with a face full of hate. I know that it is my entire fault. I should not…make him angry. I should be happy to have such a wonderful soulfinder as James. But what do I do? I piss him off – Again and again. No wonder he is in such mood. I deserve this…

"Why do I even put up with you? You are nothing. Nothing!" Then he hits me one more time and says: "You are nothing more then, what I say you are. Do you understand? YOU are nothing. NOTHING‼!" I nod. I am nothing.

"Now bitch do something about my headache!" James is having a very bad day, and it's all my fault. I truly deserve this pain, but I cannot feel any. I know I have my ability to thank for that. But I deserve this.

Greece – March 2015:

Greece has literally fallen apart. All the problems with the economy and the government only have money enough for the month or so, it is starting to corrode on the citizens. I am proud of them that they have handled it so well for so long. I just hope that the 'big' countries will give them some money soon, so they can get on their feet again. To ensure peace until that happens, the small elite unit MM has been sent to Greece to keep the peace and make sure no one will try to take the power from the sitting premier minister and his government. The city of Athena is in standstill, because of the 'no' from Germany, France and England to loan more money. I can feel the hope running away for the Greek people, the anger, the sorrow and the what-to-do-now. I feel sorry for them and hope deep down in my heat that soon something will change and the Greeks will go toward a brighter part, but I fear it will not happen anytime soon. But there is nothing I can do, and knowing there is nothing you can do, is the worst of all. I sigh tiredly: there have been such long days lately. To be honest I am looking forward to going home. To see my children again. My five little wonders: The oldest Jessie, the twins Hikaru and Kaoru, Valerie, and of course my youngest, Deke. They are the loves of my life, and I do not know what to do without them: They mean the world to me.

"Angelus, are you lost in that mind off yours again?" My best friend Sax says. His real name is Saxon, but I have always called him Sax. He is an American from Detroit. (I have told him that he should just say, when people ask where he is from, that he suffers from insanity and is sometimes a bit mad.) We have been best friends since he tried to hit on me and I told him that he should not do that, because he could end up dead. He laughed and said that he is gay. I look at him and said that I am bi, but that did not prevent drunk guys to hit on me. He laughed and offered me a drink. The rest is history.

"You are doing it again… Angel. What should I do about you?" Sax says trying not to laugh.

"Well you could tell me some good news as a beginning."

"Mikael and I are official."

"Then I believe congratulations are in order."

"Yeah, thanks Angel. It means a lot coming from you."

"Oh please, it is too early to say that. I am making you pay tonight, because you and I are going out to eat fish and drink beer."

"Angel, do not make me. Please. Last time… you ended up in Boss' room and well yeah…"

"That was not one off my finest moments, but you most say that it was a perfect idea for the time being."

"Yeah, but still… as your best friend I think I should not allow you to cross that line again."

"None of us are crossing that line again, and if I remember right it was all you fault, because you thought he had liquor in his room. And you wanted to see, if there were any indications that he was gay. But as normally you were wrong. He is straight and happily married."

"Why do you have to rub in my face?"

"So you do not forget…but you are still paying tonight." Sax looks at me with you-cannot-be-serious face. I smirk.