Marry, kill, or be killed...again; those are my obvious choices. I won't except any of them. Tales of star-crossed lovers have almost always been told. Next time you read one remember, you could be reading about my life.
I thought of the story when I saw a linebacker (like two-fifty) leap three feet in the air to tackle/nearly kill a hundred pound kid to get the football.
Alex (Greece shortly after the Trojan War) "Elaine, are you there?" I whispered into the cool night air. "Where are you sweet Alexios?" I heard the familiar, yet strange, voice of Elaine reply. I rounded the corner to see my fiancé, Acacia, smiling cruelly with Elaine at her feet. "Alexios, Alexios! Oh please, Alexios, save me," mocked Acacia with the voice stolen of Elaine. I stood in shock as the realization hit me; my fiancé was an enchantress! "Oh Alex, how I'd loved you. For that, I shall not cause you any harm. Elaine, though, shall be tortured century throughout century because of her love for you!" "You won't lay a finger on her, you witch!" "I don't have to."
Elaine I woke up in my empty apartment with an overwhelming sense of dread. "Great way to start off the day," I muttered to myself. Going through the usual "before school checklist," I wondered what was making me so uneasy. For me the feeling was associated with something similar to cutting out my heart! Was he back already? I put on long sleeves just in case. ------- Sorry it's short.