Just wrote it, want to get your opinions.
Prologue: Remembering
Even after so many years, I still cannot say exactly why I saved him.
I acted purely on impulse, something I believe was always meant as my downfall. I didn’t think; I merely did, never considering the possibly life-shattering consequences. Or afterlife-shattering consequences, or whatever you choose to call it. Honestly, I’m going to quote every cheesy romance book out there and say this. It was his eyes.
For me, this is a strange story to tell, because it is so unlike any other I have ever heard. I saved him. My kind is not meant to save, or interfere in any way. We are meant to watch, half in horror and half in anticipation, as death claims all. We are meant to remember, we are meant to understand, but it is an unwritten law; you must not interfere.
Of course, I had to interfere.
I can’t say I regret it, either, at least not as much as maybe I should. Truth be told, it was the stupidest decision I ever made, and trust me, I’ve never been one to choose the right path. Yet somehow, I’m alright with that. These things happen because they are meant to, not because of a foolish girl’s impulsive ways. I couldn’t have changed his fate, or my already ruined fate, even if I had wanted to.
For me, this is also a painful story to tell. It’s hard, to remember everything I made myself forget, to see the past as I see the present, through eyes I cannot call my own. It’s a twisted existence, mine is, but somehow it’s all worked out in my favor. So I interfered even more to make it that way. It’s not like I was going to play the part of the girl, watching and waiting until my prince saved me. But I also wasn’t the villain, because everything I felt was indeed sane and moral.
So what was I?
2006-09-17
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