Chapter 4,Love, Inside and Out _______________________________________________ Your story will ALWAYS be interrupted >:3 . Hue hue hue. Very VERY much shipping at the end. May or may not have gagged a few times at how cheesy this is. But here is the next trash- iiii mean chapter…(It's my least favorite out of all of these) Also warning, VERY LESBIAN _______________________________________________ I fly down the stairs. What have i DONE!? I somehow messed up this one simple thing! Just a small romantic exchange! I can't go up to her liThe elegant grandfather clock strikes 6 o’ clock. She can't stay here forever! I try something i haven't in a LONG time! I take a deep breath. I ram into her again except i'm not leaving. All goes black, a white glow comes from her eye sockets and hands. I think it worked or Did i fail? Did it work? I open my eyes and see the ceiling. I feel a sharp pain in my head. And my.. Everything really. This is totally roses body. It feels slightly heavy to walk around in. But I know it worked. I slowly get up. Alright. I need to get to my master room. It's weird walking again. I haven't in around 250 years. I take one step and almost collapse. I cross my leg and stick my arms out to keep balance. I take loud clumsy steps around the ball room. Crash! The grandfather clock glass shatters on the floor, glass shoots out in all directions in a 5 foot radius. Whoops. I finally make it to the stairs with falls and crashes all over. I cling to the railing with my dear life. I weakly walk up the creaky wooden stairs. Is it since i hit my head? Because i don't walk? I don't know. I finally make it to the top of the stairs when i slip. I crash down more stairs. Sorry rose! With one last futile attempt i finally name it to the top of the stairs. I fumble with the lock of my door and painfully make it to the bed. I can finally leave this body! I fly outwards and think about nothing. I'm still rose…. I try harder and harder. I'm still rose. Wait…. I'm starting to loose control. I finally feel roses conscience. “Why are you here?! “ She mentally screams at me “To get you up here!” I retort “Get out of me!!” She shouts invaded “I CAN'T!! I am trying now and i still can't!” I mentally try to throw myself out of her but it's no use. “What so you are my new voice?! What about my eye!” I notice what she means. Her right eye is now glowing white. “I'm in love with a voice in my head. GREAT” she says disappointedly. “At least we can spend our days with each other!” “I guess… Well i need to go home or my parents will get nervous...” She is still salty about it. But now i have to LEAVE this place?! “Hold on, who CARES i LIVE here!” “Look i have a life too! And i'm alive. Speaking of which- You know what, i will talk about that later. Let's just go.” I don't think the whole walk. Let her cool down. I can still hear your inner monologue you know! And i'm not salty! It's hard having to share a body! Wait…. That means…. I try flying. Maybe if i just… HEY STOP THAT! I HAVE ACROPHOBIA! hA! I look down and see my feet off the ground in the air, Yes explain but PUT US DOWN!!! Fine captain sour puss. I set our feet on the ground and rose continues walking. I stop thinking. I can't process what has happened in only a few hundred years. The gravel road i used to walk on with a- former lover…, is now replaced with a thick coating on black gravel. Oil pastel like strips on the old roads. Weird horseless wagon emit a foul stench as the padded across the weird roads. Weird telegraph poles are covered with a strange coating. It's called power lines, cars and pavement. And 200 years is A LOT you know!thats over 3 life spans! 3 generations of amazing ideas like electricity, heating, global warming, pollution, littering… oh….. Sounds more like generations of imbeciles if you ask me. You must be the biggest one out of them all rose. Ha ha. Ha ha very funny you disconnected trash. You don't know what you're talking about. I small hic escapes my throat and my right eye dims. Large floods of black tears fall from her possessed eye. Hey hey hey… i was only messing around i'm sorry…. Don't cry… I love you.. I'm just nervous about if they find out. I care i'm sorry…. You *hic* you better be….. And it's not ju-just that. What i-if i mess up? I haven't left my house in 200 years… I imagine the 2 of us in our head. Mind us. Where we can love, hug, kiss and cry. We run to each other. Her in tears. We hold each other and our lips press together. Her mouth is cold, bony and thin. But it feels good. This is the one place i can be with her, hold her. love. It's ok it's fine. Just let me do the work. You can take some time to observe the real world. Alright? I wipe my tears away. Alright
still mad at myself for making this, thats not how love works child
