When our eyes meet I desired him.
When he took my hand I cared for him.
When he whispered my name I needed him.
When he killed me… I fell in love.

It was raining. It is always raining. I used to love the rain, and I strongly believe a part of me still does…somewhere, deep inside I beg for rain. The water is cleansing, that is what I believe it does. The world dies, and the rain falls and washes away the blood, but you’ll always remember. No matter how hard you scream you will always remember. I used to love the rain, I believe somewhere deep inside I’m still begging for it.

I fell in love when I was sixteen, and not the stupid teenager love like in the Twilight Books, nor the obsessive love like in the Notebook. No, this was a deadly kind of love, a love neither of us could walk away from…yet neither of us could face. I guess you could call that obsessive if you really want to, but it wasn’t obsessive….it was beyond that… it was addictive. However neither of us fought it, which of course only adds to the desire. When you both desire something you both can get it turns into a cycle of long nights and hard kisses. We both loved hard kisses.

I can’t tell you exactly when it happened, but it was somewhere between my seventeenth and eighteenth birthday… I never turned eighteen, but I also never truly died. I simply was never able to bleed again… but it wasn’t like in all the horror movies or television shows you see on television, it was also nothing like those Twilight books I loved until the ending hit me… It was real and imaginary all at the same time… yet it made sense. It made more sense than I was ever going to admit to myself. The stories lied because it wasn’t mythical enough, and the horror movies and romance novels didn’t find them exciting enough. The truth turned out to be just like the giant squid, while amazing in its own way the truth was far too mellow to bring home tales of to the people left behind. No one would gasp in horror at a squid no one ever saw, but they would cower in their beds at night if that squid actually sunk a ship.

…what he really was…was nothing more than our future… evolution in the flesh.

Do you want to know what humans will become eventually? Exactly like me. You will chose when you age, and you will chose when to die; but not because of scientific advancement, but because God gave us the power himself.


Can we reproduce? Of course.
Can we die? If you chose so.
Will we have insane super human abilities? They would no longer be ‘super human’ anymore.
Then what is the point now? Because we are the first of millions.
Will it hurt…? Not for our children….
…Kill me then…. This isn’t death, this is only the beginning.