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Harder to Move On

Song: How Does A Moment Last Forever (Montmartre) (From "Beauty and the Beast")

Character: Hope   Story: Ending Eternity

 

My only thought as I walk is: I can't do this. I can't do this. Why am I doing this? What keeps me walking is Aaryn, Diana, and Melody standing beside me, acting as my strength and motivation. Cobblestones have made way for tar and cement. Simple shops and grand mansions have made way to modern stores and cookie cutter homes. Nothing is the same and I can't help but to wish it was at the very least more similar. This was my home, but more than that, this was my whole world. My human eyes never saw anything but the London of my memories; a London I shan't ever see again.

 

But perhaps that is not true. Every time I close my eyes, whether I wish to or not, I can see it. I see my home, my family, the lamp lined streets. I sometimes wish that I could forget. This may sound strange, I know, but it is true. Perhaps this is because, even though I can see the home and the people I love, this isn't always a good thing. When I close my eyes, particularly at night, I see the darkest times of life; times I should have been there with my family, but I couldn't. Days after I turned, I watched from the shadows as my family and friends wept as Denny was placed in the ground. Years passed and then I was again forced to bear the pain of watching my sister cry as my parents were placed to rest. My heart nearly broke both times, and I couldn't breathe through the gaping hole in my chest.

 

However, the day my life ceased to have any meaning whatsoever was the day my sisters died. We were triplets, born together, and we spent every day of our lives together, until the hated day. I was saved the pain of having to watch either Faith or Chastity mourn the other because they died together. I had rather hoped they would stay together forever, so at least that wish was granted, but I missed out on so much.

 

After my sisters died, everyone I knew, everyone who knew me, was gone. If I walked down the street, no one would notice or greet me as a friend. I felt so alone, even as I watched my nieces and nephews weep as I did. But they did not know me, and I did not know them. I had never even met the men that my sisters married.

 

How can a life go so off kilter? One moment, I am looking at a simple, but happy life. I would be married to my best friend, I would raise our children, and watch as my children played with my nieces and nephews. But one decision changed everything. Thousands of emotions pass through me as I remember everything that was, everything that wasn't, and everything that might have been. Being back in this town brings everything back.

 

I heave heated breaths as I berate Denny for trying to be a hero. Was he trying to impress me by investigating the noise that Marcus made? Was he just too kind hearted to ever walk by someone that may be in trouble? Couldn't he just act reasonably for once in his life. If we had just kept walking, we would have made it home and nothing would have had to change.

 

But then sadness sinks in, and I remember what not changing would have meant. Denny loved me. Really loved me. And I never knew, and I don't think he would have ever told me. If he had lived, I would have done my duty and married him, just like my parents wanted and expected me, but it would have been nothing more. I don't know that I would ever have grown to love him, not as he loved me. He deserved more from me.

 

As I think this, I start to wonder what the world may have been like if Marcus had killed me and changed Denny. Would he agonize as I had? Or better yet, would he have moved on in a way I never could. Would he have found new love faster than I had?

 

Diana slides her hand into mine and grasps tightly, dragging me from my thoughts of solitude. Lost in thought, we had reached our destination. Overhead, a sign labeled this spot as one of the oldest mortuaries in London. I take a deep breath and walk across the threshold onto the grass and weave my way through the dead. As if it were only yesterday, I quickly find the stones marking Faith and Chastity's graves. The stones are more aged now, the names faded and forgotten by almost the whole world. I kneel between my two beloved sisters, their children's children on either side. The past may be easy to remember, but it is harder to move on. But sitting here, for the first time in several lifetimes, I feel at peace. Sitting here with the descendants of my sisters, I know they are still here with me. It may not be much, but it may just be enough. 
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 Devil in the Mirror - Black Veil Brides
"Ooooh~ I can't take it any more~
Every day feels like a war!
 
The Devil in the mirror
Screaming that my heart is flawed
I'm never gonna let you win.
No I will not surrender
Even if I start to fall
I swear to you I'll rise again!"
 
 
Veronica gripped the sink, turning her knuckles white. How had she come to this? She looked up at her reflection, seeing pieces of the person she had been a year ago. The same hair. The same jawline. The same lips, nose, chin. Even pale and dripping with sweat, those features were the same. But her eyes were different. Her smile belonged to a stranger.
 
She knew what had changed things. Dracul. He had made her something new, something terrifying, and despite her resolve not to become like him, it was happening. How did he fight it? How did he keep himself from doing the kinds of things she thought about constantly? She knew his mind housed the same nauseating thoughts hers did - after all, her mind was the product of his.
 
Today she had reached a breaking point. On her way home, she had passed a lemonade stand. Two industrious little kids selling homemade lemonade. But as she passed by the thought struck her. How would it feel to drive her arm into the little girl's gut? To get blood up to her elbow and pull her insides out? To gut her and leave her for the carrion?
 
She had run to the nearest restroom and thrown up. Sick to her stomach, sweating and panting over the sink, Veronica made the decision. She wouldn't be the person her body was pushing her to be. She wouldn't cross that line. But to keep it from happening… How could she stop it? She locked eyes with her reflection and let her demon skin take over. Seeing her eyes go red, horns emerging from her skull, her skin turning inky black… This was the reason. She was a monster. She was a demon. Her soul was still hers, but every other part of her was tainted. Her body - she was staring at the evidence right in front of her. Her mind - that she could think about killing people, that every day the thought of doing so invaded her mind… Even her heart was working against her, needing a conscious reminder of why killing was wrong, the reasons she couldn't do it.
 
But every day she got a little closer.
 
Every day the reasons not to mattered less.
 
Staring into the face of a demon, only one solution presented itself that didn't involve her dying. It was simple, really. She would have to leave.
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So, I guess it's my turn to come up with another prompt. So here it goes: Write a story based off of a song (either your favorite song, a song that inspires you, or even a song that is stuck in your head).

P.S. Sorry I wasn’t able to post it sooner, but I crashed in a bad way this weekend.

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