Everything couldn’t have been set more right. Others would say wrong. Others would say very wrong; would say the girl has the worst luck. But she knows it’s her destiny. She’s destined to die and destined to be reborn to become part of her mother — part of a greater purpose.
She knew this day would come, dreamt of the life fading from her and the light slowly dimming until she’d wake as new. She kept the dreams hidden far, far from her father. She kept the dreams from her friends. It was unspoken between her mother and sister — they knew. They knew because they dreamt this too.
Olivia would be the first, Emily the second. Born of a lifestream and destined to become lifestream, to take part of the burden off of her mother.
Olivia knew, saying goodbye to her father at the airport would be the last he saw of her as her own person. She knew as she hugged him tight and promised that nothing would happen to her in London
while she visited her aunts. She told him she loved him over and over knowing that it would be the last he
heard her voice with such delicacy.
It would be the last he saw her as an untainted soul.
She said goodbye to her life in JFK.
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London was beautiful. The sun was barely there but it was beautiful. her aunts were more than welcoming and her cousins took her for runs. It was a beautiful send off into her next life, she thought. A run every night, free from all things in the human world.
Her wolf loved the air; loved being so free every night. But it didn’t know that Olivia was preparing her for transcendence into an eternal life.
Her wolf deserved better than what she was going to give it.
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Days passed by and silence. The gut feeling that had been so prominent was no longer there. Had the fates changed? And, if so, how did she get so lucky?
Time passes and Olivia forgets.
Time passes and Olivia lives. She laughs. She dances. She sings, though she knows no one can carry a tune worse. She finds herself out with her cousins until the early hours of the morning.
She finds herself exploring on her lonesome.
She finds herself crossing the street without looking.
She finds the lights around her too bright.
She finds that in an instant she can go from standing, to rolling, to laying.
She finds that the night sky in London is devoid of all stars.
She finds that it only takes a moment for her lungs to fill with blood.
She finds that it only takes a few more seconds until she’s gasping for air.
She finds that she isn’t lucky.
She finds that fate is just cruel.
She finds that fate does not forget it’s mark.
// @revxnant , @crownlaced , @diisorderly
