So, trying to get my ass back in the game, I decided I had to re-read this lil fic before I could move forward with it. As I read, I changed a few things, here and there. Not much, but some.
You could probably safely read forward without missing too much.
But u r always welcome to retart with me.
Smooches and huggs are needed for my awesmazing friend, VenomousGal, for reading through this massive doc and double checking everything for me.
AngelGoddess1981 will be joining her, as well, in keeping me in order with this fic.
They are both just so amazing. I am truly a lucky gal to be working with them.
I am re-posting all chapters- TODAY AND POSSIBLY TOMORROW- along with one or two new ones because I flove you all for sticking with me and having faith in me when I had very little in my self. I'm getting there, or trying. Life is hard, all the time, but more so now. You girls honestly make it a tad easier, or at least more tolerable.
For simply being you.
Disclaimer: Twilight and the original characters are not mine. This plot, in all of its craziness is, however. Please don't steal. It's not nice.
Two contrasting viewpoints on time divide many prominent philosophers. One view is that time is part of the fundamental structure of the universe, a dimension in which events occur in sequence. Sir Isaac Newton subscribed to this realist view, and hence it is sometimes referred to as Newtonian travel, in this view, becomes a possibility as other "times" persist like frames of a film strip, spread out across the time line. The opposing view is that time does not refer to any kind of "container" that events and objects "move through", nor to any entity that "flows", but that it is instead part of a fundamental intellectual structure (together with space and number) within which humans sequence and compare events. This second view, in the tradition of Gottfried Leibniz and Immanuel Kant holds that time is neither an event nor a thing, and thus is not itself measurable nor can it be travelled.
They told me all the rules.
Warned me of the consequences.
I have just never been very good at following rules.
I was anxious, desperate.
I just wanted to see.
I never once planned on doing anything more.
But I did. Oh, did I ever.
Now, I was scared.
Even if it felt so right, I knew what the possibilities were.
What could happen if I dabbled with time.
But he had been so much more than they told me.
His piercing green eyes.
His plump lips that just begged to be nibbled on.
And those hands. God, those hands were masterful.
I quiver just remembering it all.
Goosebumps prickle my flesh. The wind whips around me.
A single tear slips down my face as I stare off into the empty meadow.
The meadow where I am supposed to meet him.
Someday in the future.
But not for quite some time yet.
I still have so long to wait.
In my time, I'm only fifteen.
In his, he is already a man.
Such a man.
I have a long way to go before our times collide.
If I haven't messed the whole thing up, that is.
I pray I haven't.
I cry for him.
For what I may have lost out of curiosity.
Out of stupidity.