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Post by Alena Flores on Aug 22, 2013 19:37:58 GMT -5
She had watched that movie, The Bucket List, a couple of years before and it had stuck in her mind so clearly. And now that she was sick? It was even more clear. She had so many things she wanted to do before she couldn't anymore. So she had sat down at the little table in her hospital room, grabbed a pen and pad of paper and started writing.
~~ALENA'S BUCKET LIST~~ 1. Visit the Eiffel Tower
2. Learn how to ski
3. Dance in the rain
4. Learn Spanish
5. Cliff jump
6. Be in two places at once
Okay, so the last one was a bit cliched. But she had always loved that movie, A Walk To Remember. It was a beautiful story, one that she had always wanted for herself, minus the sickness. But it looked like she would get the opposite; she had the sickness, but not someone to do these things with. That's about how her life had always gone, the total opposite of what she wanted.
So she had decided, as she sat there, that she was going to do something for herself. First on the list.....
Visit the Eiffel Tower.
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Post by Nahuel on Aug 22, 2013 19:45:47 GMT -5
It was a few hours before she finally fell asleep. He silently left the bed and used the door to leave this time. Bella and Edward exchanged a look as he walked out and closed the door, but he didn't say a word. There were so much going on, he didn't know what to d. Maybe he'd call his aunt and ask for her advice...or maybe he should just leave. But, really what would that solve? He promised he'd stay so stay was what he'd do. If Renesmee wasn't for him, he was certain no one else was.
Walking silently through the city with his hands in his pockets as he passed lovers kissing on bridges, walking hand in hand. The sun had not long ago set and he could tell that this really was the city of love. Too bad he wasn't feeling that right now. Stopping to look up at the Eiffel Tower, the place they first went when she was here, he sighed heavily and closed his eyes.
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Post by Alena Flores on Aug 22, 2013 19:52:48 GMT -5
She had gotten to Paris with no problem; she hadn't been sick, hadn't passed out, and hadn't felt bad since she got on the plane. In truth, she felt lighter. She felt like her life was actually normal; not sick, not tired, just happy. Just her daddy's Little Rosa. She had smiled at the people she passed, laughed as the mime smiled at her and gave her a rose. And her eyes then went to the Eiffel Tower. She wanted to climb it; she wanted to go to the top and see everything.
She took a deep breath and her foot hit that first step, a smile crossing her face bright enough to light her entire path up.
It took her a long time to get to the top, but when she finally did, she let out a whoop that had people around her laughing and clapping as they saw the smile on her face. She had finally done it. She had finally climbed to the top of the Eiffel Tower. She just wished she hadn't been alone.
Still smiling, she walked to the ledge and stared out over Paris. She could see everything; her heart soared and she let out another quiet, happy sound before just staring. The sun was going down, the sky was a beautiful pinkish orange, and she got to see it from the most perfect view ever.
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Post by Nahuel on Aug 22, 2013 20:02:31 GMT -5
He opened his eyes and felt the breeze on his face. His short hair was different, apparently not many men these days wore longer hair. He wanted to see the sunset from the top, being there were spectators he decided to take the service elevator. It was slow, very slow. He could hear clapping and looked out to see people looking up and pointing. Maybe there was some sort of show going on that he was missing. Shaking his head, he leaned back against the wall of the elevator and waited to reach the top.
Finally, the doors opened and the view struck him. Millions of city lights twinkling in the dusk light. It was the most perfect time of day, Twilight, the time between the sun setting and night fall. He walked towards the railing and gripped it, looking out over the city. How could he compete with someone who had her heart? Someone who she still loved? There was never a chance for him.
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Post by Alena Flores on Aug 22, 2013 20:11:34 GMT -5
She had her hands in the air, a smile still plastered to her face, as she twirled around slowly. A tear leaked out of her eyes and down her cheek, but for once it was a tear of happiness. She had done it. She had come to Paris, had climbed her way to the top of the tower, and now here she was.
With the rose that the mime had given her in hand, and a small box in her pocket, she once again stepped to the railing. She was oblivious to everyone around her; right now it was just her, and her parents.
They had always wanted to visit the Eiffel Tower again together, but never had the chance. So when they had passed and she had been given their remains, what little was left after the attacks on the Trade Centers, she had had them cremated together. And here she was, to spread the remainder of their ashes. She held it in her trembling hands and closed her eyes as she spoke quietly to the air.
"Mama, Papa. We're finally here. I wish you had been here physically with me, but I can deal with spiritually. I miss you so much. I wish you two were here. These next months are going to be so hard, I don't know if I can do it alone. I love you. Laugh, Mama. Papa, smile for me. I hope that you can feel this. I love you."
She brought the box to her lips, pressed them against it and then opened, letting their ashes swirl in the wind. It was a beautiful thing, a peaceful thing. And she felt, finally, that a piece of her was complete. She had visited the Eiffel Tower, with her parents, and here they would forever stay. Where their lives together had started, they now were ended. She turned around and saw a man staring out into the sunset; he looked sad. Very sad.
Stepping forward, she started to reach for him but stopped, instead choosing to speak quietly. "Are you okay, sir?"
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Post by Nahuel on Aug 22, 2013 20:39:17 GMT -5
He overheard someone speaking softly into the night but he didn't want to eavesdrop. He tried his hardest not to listen but it was hard. He could hear the pain in her voice, smell her tears and it made him curious. He turned away from her slightly and tried to remain hidden in the shadows.
"Are you okay, sir?"
He heard her voice say. Turning to face her he smiled and nodded. <Yes, Yes, thank you. I'm fine. I--didn't mean to listen, I apologize.> His accent was thick and he could see her clearly in the dark with his vampire eyes.
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Post by Alena Flores on Aug 22, 2013 20:49:26 GMT -5
She smiled at him softly, her fingers gently rubbing over the silkiness of the rose in her hand as she did so.
"There is no need to apologize, monsieur. It's too beautiful a night to apologize. I was just saying bye to my parents. They died a few years ago and this was their dream, to come back to the place that they met. So I was just.... yeah."
She blushed slightly then smiled back at him before handing over the rose.
"There's nothing in this world worth losing your smile over. And yours is so nice. Don't let someone, or something, rid you of it."
Before she lost her nerve, she stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to both of his cheeks and gave him a quick squeeze, brought her arms back around herself and took off towards the steps. Her flight left the day after tomorrow, and she felt her strength waining quickly. She had to get some rest before she caught her flight back home.-
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Post by Nahuel on Aug 22, 2013 21:00:44 GMT -5
He listened to her speak of her parents. Her voice was so soft, it was nice too. <I'm sorry. About your parents I mean. Death is never easy.> He'd seen many death in his time, one hundred and fifty years of watching friends, people of the tribes, children...all of them perishing and he had eternal life. Who was he to be gifted with such a curse? <You're right. I guess I never thought of it that way.> He looked down at the rose she'd handed him and smiled. <A rose by any other name would smell as sweet...> He recited Shakespeare. Something he'd come to like recently, picking up Bella's book here and there when he was alone and couldn't sleep. He looked up to see her kiss each of his cheeks and his brows rose in shock. Momentarily he'd forgotten it was a French custom and she must assume he was French because of his accent. He smiled at that and watched her walk away towards the stairs. <Take care.> Were his final words to the stranger. He looked down at the rose again then turned to look at the stars in the sky. Seeing a shooting star, he did the unthinkable and silently made a wish...maybe, just maybe...fate was real. |
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