just an echo

Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live My very life again tho’ cold in death: Come back to me in dreams, that I may give Pulse for pulse, breath for breath: Speak low, lean low, As long ago, my love, how long ago...

[lunalites]

Smother by Daughter

[vega-olivier]

“Oh, I’m sorry. I hope it’s still readable.” 

[aneverlastingecho-blog]

“Oh it’s... Yep, it is. I can definitely still read it.” Dear Gods, she was a horrible liar. 

[fcllenregent-blog]

“So you want Myth and Folklore, follow me”  Paige said happily as she leading the way tot he section “Now these books tend to be packed with information, I don’t believe there is a book just about the Echo and Narcissus myth but you will find information and different versions on the different selections we have”

[aneverlastingecho-blog]

Ever smiled, albeit a tad bit too nervously. Was it selfish, she wondered, to want to skim her fingers down the words, to hold on to the last remnants of Narcissus, like a childhood teddy-bear, or a nearly forgotten safety blanket? “That’s wonderful, thank you so much. You really seem to know your way around the library.” 

[nate-harker-deactivated20161222]

Has anyone here seen my book? It’s a bit old, really thick and it’s entitled ‘History of Ancient Greek’? I can’t seem to remember where I last put it.

[aneverlastingecho-blog]

Greece, you say? Quelle interessant! I hope I phrased that correctly.... I can help you look, if you’d like. 

[clarastonem]

[piper-penelope-blog]

  Penelope smiled. “You took the words right out of my mouth Echo. – Though the story does end tragically. – Welcome back sweetheart. ”

[aneverlastingecho-blog]

“We’re Greek.” The words themselves were enough to imply tragedy to follow, they were as linked together as day and night. “Thank you! Although, I’ve been around for many years now, I still have not given up on love.. That elusive spirit.” 

[fcllenregent-blog]

“Anything I can help you with?”

[aneverlastingecho-blog]

“Yes! All your books on Greek Mythology please. Specifically romances, in relation to..” She swallowed. “The myth of Echo and Narcissus.” 

[vega-olivier]

“Okay, okay. You got my attention, now what do you need?”

[aneverlastingecho-blog]

“I dropped my papers and, well I think you’re standing on one.“

[piper-penelope-blog]

“It’s said there once was a butterfly that was searching for love. One day he came upon another beautiful butterfly and it was love at first site. But the butterfly soon realized that his love remained perfectly still on top of a flower. His beloved never moved a single inch. Even so he continued to woo his love day and night, while his life slowly slipped away from him. The butterfly eventually ran out of strength and fell to the ground. Meanwhile his love’s wings fluttered in the wind. Although his beloved looked like another butterfly, turns out it was in fact a flower. A Cleome that simply stood there with it’s petals swaying in the breeze…What would you do if you were the butterfly? Would you continue like he did? Or give up?”

[aneverlastingecho-blog]

The story was too similar to Ever, to Echo, to be more precise. Flashbacks of her besotted eyes gazing at Narcissus crossed her mind, hoping that by some magical force, by some miracle, he would get up and forget his reflection. It never came to be, she was doomed to be that butterfly, reliving te memory over and over again, forced to echo it for everyone to hear. Until now. “If I knew? No, I’d give up, but if I didn’t know... I’d never. You know as well as I do, Penelope, love is worth fighting for.” 

[elliotcallaway]

He chuckled, “Right, well where to begin… Well, I write books for a living, mostly young adult fiction, and love has always been a very big part in my plots. Sometimes I just kind of write whatever I think of, but mostly I think of philosophical questions like the one you asked me. For my current book, I’m actually writing a forbidden romance similar to the story of Romeo and Juliet.”

[aneverlastingecho-blog]

“Oh! That’s amazing, I honestly won’t lie, there’s a chance I’ve read one of your books then. Oh, my, I’m all flustered now. A real, bonafide published author. That’s incredible, have you always wanted to be an author, or was it something you stumbled into?” Ever tilted her head. “Wow... I wish you luck then. If I haven’t read you before, I will now.” 

[elliotcallaway]

“Romeo and Juliet definitely can be interpreted in many different ways. Although it was meant to be written as a tragedy instead of a romance, it does reinforce the theme of, ‘Love conquers all’.”

He smiled slightly, “Oh, never mind, if I started talking about my works I’d probably just end up babbling incessantly.”

[aneverlastingecho-blog]

“Yes, that’s exactly it. You get it.” She smiled brightly, a row of straight, white teeth shining behind full lips the color of blossoming pink petals.

 “No, please do. Babbling is very endearing, if you ask me.” 

[elliotcallaway]

He nodded, a look of approval crossing his face, “That’s very profound. Love has always been a great inspiration of mine in my line of work, though I’ve never really thought about the different perspectives on it.”

[aneverlastingecho-blog]

“Thank you. It’s true though, I mean... Take Romeo and Juliet, it’s my favorite love story. So many cynics look down on it but, I mean, it just shows how powerful love can be.” She smiled proudly. “The most powerful in the whole universe.”

A moment passed and she bashfully hung her head, “You were saying? About your line of work?” 

[elliotcallaway]

“No need to be sorry, philosophical conversations are my favorite thing to have when I first wake up,” he laughed. “What brought this on anyway, to push you to ask strangers about true love?”

[aneverlastingecho-blog]

“I’m glad to hear it, I’d hate to disturb you,” She smiled beind the safety of her hand. “I don’t know, to be honest. Apart from music, love’s my favorite thing to talk about. People’s opinions on it are always so different...” 

[elliotcallaway]

He tilted his head to the side and pondered for a moment, “I’m not sure I know exactly what you mean… but how I see it, I think it’s impossible for the love between two people to not be mutual, otherwise it’s not really meant to be.”

[aneverlastingecho-blog]

“Fair enough...” Not quite the answer she wanted to hear, even worse was the dull ache of knowing there was truth to the words. “Anyways, I’m sorry for ambushing you. You must be so weirded out.” 

[elliotcallaway]

“That’s a very straightforward question, though I admire your bluntness. I definitely believe in true love. I think everyone has their own match, and sometimes they find that match, and sometimes they don’t. Why, do you?”

[aneverlastingecho-blog]

“I don’t know, I was just thinking. What if you’re not your match’s match though?” She sighed and set her chin upon her hand. “What then?” 

[elliotcallaway]

“Wh-what? Oh, sorry, I must’ve dozed off. What were you saying?”

[aneverlastingecho-blog]

“No problem, you look exhausted. I was just wondering if you believe in true love?” 

[zeke-staedler]

“What the hell is this. What the hell are all of these– ”

[aneverlastingecho-blog]

“Seems like someone wanted to let you know they had an idea. I think all of yours are wonderful as they are though...”