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Blue Satin Sashes
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The rain had been falling hard all weekend, and had not let up in the slightest by Monday morning. Caera hardly noticed though, unable to feel the biting cold of the wind whipping her face, nor the rain as it seeped through her jacket. Of everything she'd lost as of recent, her vulnerability to the elements was not something she particularly missed, though it's loss she still mourned.
Reaching the school, she climbed up it's overly steep staircase, as usual longing for the ache in her calves it used to bring. It's strange the things you miss once they're gone. She had gained many things due to the transformation (gifts, as the other vampires had repeatedly tried to convince her). She was faster, stronger, tired less easily, could see more clearly; and, of course, immortality, the concept of which she was doing her best to ponder as little as possible.
Caera could remember all those wishes she and her friends would make in grade school; I wish I was prettier, I wish I was better at sports, I wish I could stay awake forever. And, of course, the one that everyone longs for, one desire that every human seems to dream of somewhere deep within their being: I wish that I could live forever.
She found that once you have all of these, you wish for different things. She wished she could once again feel the sun on her face, or the sting of a sunburn, or the pain in your eyes when it's too bright. She wished that she felt hungry for potato chips, and Taco Bell, and pumpkin pie on Thanksgiving, instead of being hungry for the people who she once considered friends. She wished she could feel today's numbing rain against her cheek.
She entered the school, and headed towards her locker, expertly weaving through the crowd. It was rather easy when the whole planet avoided you. She didn't blame them, nor did she want them to do otherwise. Their mere existence seemed to mock her. She spun in her combination and grabbed her French book, quickly moving away from the couple that had begun making out two rows down.
Her final wish was simple; she wished she were anywhere else.
The rain had been falling hard all weekend, and had not let up in the slightest by Monday morning. Caera hardly noticed though, unable to feel the biting cold of the wind whipping her face, nor the rain as it seeped through her jacket. Of everything she'd lost as of recent, her vulnerability to the elements was not something she particularly missed, though it's loss she still mourned.
Reaching the school, she climbed up it's overly steep staircase, as usual longing for the ache in her calves it used to bring. It's strange the things you miss once they're gone. She had gained many things due to the transformation (gifts, as the other vampires had repeatedly tried to convince her). She was faster, stronger, tired less easily, could see more clearly; and, of course, immortality, the concept of which she was doing her best to ponder as little as possible.
Caera could remember all those wishes she and her friends would make in grade school; I wish I was prettier, I wish I was better at sports, I wish I could stay awake forever. And, of course, the one that everyone longs for, one desire that every human seems to dream of somewhere deep within their being: I wish that I could live forever.
She found that once you have all of these, you wish for different things. She wished she could once again feel the sun on her face, or the sting of a sunburn, or the pain in your eyes when it's too bright. She wished that she felt hungry for potato chips, and Taco Bell, and pumpkin pie on Thanksgiving, instead of being hungry for the people who she once considered friends. She wished she could feel today's numbing rain against her cheek.
She entered the school, and headed towards her locker, expertly weaving through the crowd. It was rather easy when the whole planet avoided you. She didn't blame them, nor did she want them to do otherwise. Their mere existence seemed to mock her. She spun in her combination and grabbed her French book, quickly moving away from the couple that had begun making out two rows down.
Her final wish was simple; she wished she were anywhere else.
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