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~Rosie
I don't remember much about my death.
Being mortal, it's a lot of what you think about. Your death. I remember being in a dark depression, that my life had fallen into a pit of inescapable sadness. Since becoming immortal, I've never considered death, or dying. Maybe it's because I've had Time with me and my every step, and there is no way he would let me die as his mate.
But as a mortal I was scared of death. Mainly because I didn't think there would be a life after death, and that I would just cease to exist. Little did I know there would be an entire realm dedicated to immortals. I thought it was all myth. I even suspected Time to be a myth, because a creature like him seemed so unlikely to my simple mind back then.
My brothers got into an accident two weeks before I died. I was devastated, and I still am. I'm desperate to find them, but until Time is done running from Sinful and finds a way to face him, I'm not going to see them.
But I can't think of that now.
My life was never perfect, but I didn't hate being an immortal. I can tell Time knows that, by the way he desperately searches my expression for any clue, still holding tightly onto each side of my face.
"You killed me? I don't even remember how I died," I breathe. Every time I go back into my memory to search for that lost moment, I just find a vacant space of nothingness. One night it just...happened. I've always believed I died in my sleep, or in a sudden freak accident where my memories would remain unrecoverable.
I never even consider the idea that Time had killed me.
"Well technically I didn't kill you by my hand. I just made someone else do it," he tells me. My eyes widen. Is that supposed to make his admission sound better?
"Why? Who killed me?" I question. I'm not sure if I'm angry or scared. The thought of my mate making someone kill me...the idea that I had been murdered. That was never an option that ever crossed my mind, so as it sinks in, I feel dread consume every inch of me.
"Maybe it would be better if I showed you," Time said warily. He grabs my arm, and before I know it, we appear upon the ground.
The sudden arrival has me plummeting toward the ground, but I'm caught in a soft but uncomfortable grasp. Snow.
This is the Love Pack.
Cold joins the familiarity, as I force myself back to my feet, brushing snow off my clothing. I'm home, on my street where I grew up. Lamp lights illuminate enough for me to see through the darkness. My house. I can see my house. It seem so much smaller than it was when I grew up there, but it still makes me smile. I haven't been home in so many years.
"Can I go inside?" I question into the air, looking back at Time who is given me enough space to react if I decided to charge at him in anger. Luckily for him, the sight of my home, standing beneath the falling flakes, has replaced my initial anger with a sense of comfort.
Time steps beside me, the heaped snow sinking beneath his feet. "Not the best idea. We are in a timeline before you died. Well, in only a few minutes you'll be...you know."
My jaw settles into a painful clench. Right, I'm about to be murdered at the hands of a stranger, by the instructions of my mate.
Time nudges my side, motioning to a bush across the road from my house, not too far from where we stand now, but far enough for the wind to carry our voices away. A girl crouches beside Time...another Time from this current era. She has dark hair, similar to mine, but when she turns to face Time, she has deeper blue eyes than mine. She's pretty...what is her business with Time?
"That's Alden's mate Kezziah. Let's just say she owed me something, and we were helping each other out. She was the one who did this for me," Time explains, tucking his hands tightly behind his back. He doesn't look smug or humorous, but he doesn't look guilty or grateful about it either. No doubt he wouldn't take it back if he had the choice.
But I want to hear him say it.
"Why? Why make her do it?" I question lowly, ignoring the brittle cold that seeps through my clothing, biting at my skin. There are no feelings getting through to me right now, though. Just numbness.
"Because I'm selfish. I've told you this before. I wanted you as mine, and I didn't want a mortal mate. You were too fragile, and if you died, I would have to give you up while you served your years in Death's realm. I could be patient, but not that long if I had started our relationship previous to this. This felt like the only way," he admits coolly.
Maybe I am in over my head with Time. Maybe immortals ways of dealing with their feelings is above my way of thinking. They are passionate, desperate and will allow nothing in their path to stop them from getting what they want.
Time has only proven this.
"Why not speak to me about this? Why not come in there yourself and face me?" I ask him. I feel stupid even asking it. What would mortal me have done if an immortal strolled through my door, especially with the weak frame of mind I had back then after losing my brothers. I would have panicked.
"I didn't know how you would react. And I already had Sinful breathing down my neck for power, so I had to get you out of there as an immortal, not mortal. No immortal gets into Death's realm other than her, so I knew you would be safe. The moment you were out, Sinful would have access to you, but I would be there to protect you," Time explains.
My legs suddenly give out, as I fall into the snow in sitting position. The snow melting through my clothes is hardly an issue as I let all this information pass through my mind.
"So that's it? You sent that girl in to kill me all so you could have me as a mate?" I question.
Time sighs, coming to sit beside me.
For a moment, he doesn't say anything, starting up at the night sky. On a normal night, I would have stopped to admire the beauty of the stars, which glint beautifully upon a bed of darkness. Now, all I want to do is return to this mortal life. As horrid as it could be, it wasn't...this. Why did I end up with an immortal mate?
"I've always known I was like this. I always knew that the moment I found out who my mate was, I would do everything in my power to make her mine. Maybe it's because I just expected you would like me back. Or I hoped, at least," Time says softly.
I watch with wary eyes, as the girl gets up from behind the bush, and makes her way to the front door of my house. From here I can see a small vial clutched in her hand.
Is that what was used to kill me?
"Did you kill my brothers too?" I question. Maybe I'm just asking that because I'm so numb, and I want to feel something like anger or sadness, but I can't. But hearing that does make me feel disgust that I would even think that. But he's Time, an immortal who does whatever he pleases and doesn't have to deal with the consequences.
But he looks appalled, as he stares down at me with furrowed brows. "No. I would never. This was about you. I felt that there was no time than ever to take you. You were depressed, barely even able to move, to think for yourself. The trauma was too bad."
I stare down at the snow, so perfectly white and pristine. "I don't remember anything after their deaths. I just remember losing everything. Everyone."
Time doesn't say anymore. He stands, reaching his hand down.
I stare at it for a long moment, before I reach up and grasp it. No more words are passed between us, as I let him transport us back to that house that we came from. Wet, cold, but still numb, I sit down on the couch, while Time stands a little way off, giving me time to think.
I'm not sure how long time passed before either of us spoke again.
"I love you. I hope no matter what you know that. Even if I don't deserve to be forgiven," Time says softly, voice void of everything accept one telling emotion. Vulnerability. It comes from someone who has never had to say sorry for anything in his life. Who has never cared about anyone enough to worry about the consequences of his actions.
I don't respond, until a thought pops into my head. "I may have a way you can redeem yourself."
Time looks up from where he was looking down at the ground.
"There is one last thing you promised me. And that's my brothers. Find them for me, and I'll consider looking past what happened," I breathe. "And I mean it."
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