|Half My Heart
Author: zodiacgurl17 PM
How can half a heart become whole when one is always running and the other blinded? Mila is one of the last of her kind. Forever ageless she has seen a lot & felt a even more in her life of running. Than she sees him, the one man she never stopped lovingRated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Damon S. - Chapters: 28 - Words: 133,417 - Reviews: 82 - Favs: 52 - Follows: 53 - Updated: 11-10-12 - Published: 01-20-11 - id: 6671804
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When a person dies, they disappear—everything about them. Their past, present and future all fade away into nothing. People die, it's the way it is, the way it always has been. They die easily and in surprisingly simple ways, disease and accidents, murder and suicide. Those who have lived and died have goals and dreams but they have something more, friends, parents, siblings and lovers that they leave behind—people who are important to them. It's those sorts of people that are meant to trust and help you in life. The bonds between such loved ones that have been woven since birth become stronger as time goes by.
I'd like to believe that's true. But I unfortunately I wasn't so lucky. All my bonds are broken. They're gone, stolen and destroyed decades ago. I am one those people who has died, at least that's what I want those who would seek me out to believe. The truth is I can't die. Instead I live unchanging, always running and keeping myself a step ahead, hiding myself. I never stay long enough for anyone notice how different I am or for the past to catch up to me. If I did I truly would be—nothing. Yet, it's nearly impossible to hide yourself in such a world as this forever.
Everyone lives bound to their own knowledge and awareness of the world they live in. They define it as reality. But knowledge and awareness are vague and perhaps better called illusions. Everyone lives in their own subjective interpretation of reality. It explains how so much can go unnoticed by most—those who would consider themselves 'normal'. I am not one of those people. My world is far from anything those people would see as normal. I live in a world surrounded by a different reality, as aware of it as it is aware of me. If I told the sort of things I've seen I don't think you'd truly believe me.
Everyone dies—that is an undeniable truth we all learn in our lifetimes. We can fight it, keeping ourselves going but eventually the clock just stops. What other's don't realize is when we die; when we leave behind the lives we lived and the people that filled that life—we don't all die the same. Some of us die but remain among the living, living a half life between the dead and the living.
Vampires and werewolves are a thing of legend—bedtime stories parents tell their children. Nothing more than legends and myths of things that goes bump in the night. As I said, illusions of their subjective reality. In my world they're very real and everywhere. But there's even more to my world than all that. There are those called Immortals.
Immortals are different than other supernatural beings. In many ways they are very much human. Yet, they are ageless and immune to diseases that beat down the body. Death is difficult for Immortals. No natural death will take their life leaving them to wonder ageless in the world to see and experience every decade as it passes by, watching as those around become part of the earth in death. Immortal—that is exactly what I am. One of the last.
I am not so old, but I have seen a great deal in my long life. I've seen and felt a great deal of pain and suffering. I've lost so much, yet I keep going. Moving, running and hiding have been part of my life for so long sometimes I forget what it was like before I was forced to do so. However, it's not fair to say that my life has been nothing but; there are memories I possess where things were very different, before my bonds were broken. The times when fear and running didn't rule me but rather I felt love and peace. Still every time I gained something I lost it. The last time it nearly destroyed me.
A life of running and fear can blind you I guess when something returns—something you never thought you would have again no matter how much you wished for it with all heart. But I think I am getting ahead of myself. I should start somewhere that you would better understand what all this means. This is my story.
I am Mila Crosse, immortal and living in a normal world where bonds are made, strengthed and broken. I was born to parents that loved me. I watched as they were murdered and I ran from those what would destroy me for what I possessed. I found a place in the lives of those around me as I passed through the years. I fell in love and lost my heart to someone I knew would never love me for the love of another. I would never forget that powerful inescapable feeling but in the end I broke the bonds and turned my back when the illusion shattered to pieces. My world is unlike yours and so is my story…
AN: Normally I hate and never never never write in first person but for the prologue of this I made a special exception because I thought it sounded good to begin the story. After this chapter the rest of the story will be written in regular 3rd person as usual. I am excited to write this new story cause I love the ideas I am thinking of for it. Let me know what you think of this short but what I think is a good beginning! I always love to hear from readers about whatever they want to comment on!
Also if this chapter seems a little sporadic in its thought process I did my best to keep it under control but I did want to make it seem as if the character was actually saying it at the time and so read like that. At the same time I didn't want to make it so sporadic it was just bad.