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They say sometimes to find the light you have to go through the dark. My dark is endless. The consuming void although limitless does give view to the light. Isn’t that all I had ever wanted? To be good? To be noble? To stand for something more important than myself?
I am important.
Am I loved? More than ever. Hated? Also, more than ever. I can feel myself on the precipice of something big. Perhaps that’s why I’ve started writing this now. Is it a receipt of recognition? Or…maybe it’s a last will of admission for my bloodline’s guilty sins.
No matter how good I’ve tried to be, I’ll always be ‘of’ the dark. What that makes me, I’m not sure. I feel the call. The pull to return to…what, I don’t know. The need feels like home, and it’s calling, if only I knew what a true home was.
Everleigh is my sanity, but she is no different than me. Our intentions are good. Our hearts want to be pure. Oblivion has stained and overtaken the hidden parts of us, and maybe it’s growing.
Will it overcome us?
Will we return to a world that mostly believes we’ve betrayed them?
We’re meant to. We’ve even been ordered to take our place, and maybe we’re tired of the constant running, but Everleigh and I…in a real home? In a real neighborhood, kissing the asses of other elites? Never the ass kissing. But damn I can’t help but think of how good my girl would look paraded around the circle on my arm. She was always meant to be there amongst the rich and famous. Maybe we’d even stood a chance at being a couple had her parents not been murdered all those years ago. We’ll never know. What I am sure of is this…our love is that of monsters. Of atrocities.
Out of the depths of true hell, our bond has been forged and our ties, unbreakable.
Rationality says I should be worried, and maybe I should, but Everleigh assures me that no matter what we choose, all will work out. I trust her with everything I have. Despite the challenges we face in the future, there’s one thing for certain. I love her enough to bring the world to its knees with our return to the circle.
One plus one is two…but now we’re three. Safety is of the upmost importance.
The time for a decision and a plan is coming.
There once was a man with eyes of blue A cousin, a friend, I thought I knew He walks the path I no longer hold Main Master, a killer, and oh so cold We watch, he baits, our game is strong He thinks he’ll win…I hope he’s wrong. Our worlds will cross, they’ll intertwine All I need is a little more time
-Bram
The day was long. Normal. Who would have thought having a life outside of Whitlock would be so stressful? Doctors appointments. Meetings. I could almost believe my days as a Main Master was just some nightmare. That it never happened. If it wasn’t for Everleigh and the odd twinges of pain in my back that never seem to leave, I might be able to convince myself it wasn’t as bad as I remember. Thing is, ‘nightmare’ doesn’t come close to describing the hell my wife and I experienced. I’m reminded with every touch of her scarred body. With every step or quick movement I take. I appear fine, but our horror never escapes me. And it never will. I’ll bury the pain and carry the internal scars to my grave. Nothing hurts worse than the thought of not having Everleigh. I do, therefor, I’m blessed. That’s all I’m willing to accept.
Speaking of my wife, she keeps peeking up from my old black book of poems. How can someone grow more beautiful by the day? I used to think that it was impossible to be in any more awe of her, but now…now that we…I’m not sure how much of me exists anymore. She’s taken me over. This ‘new’ her has consumed me. I breathe for her. Feel for her. I live just to love her. I’m surely a mad man. Tell me what man isn’t mad who’s in love?
It’s funny how things play out. How you think your life will go one way, only for it to turn out the complete opposite. Life has been hectic…joyous…perfect. Surprising, to say the least. I have to say, when I decided to return to the elite circle I was born into, I didn’t expect to get welcomed back with open arms. I didn’t expect a lot of things, but here we are.
Bram Whitlock has say again.
He has power.
He…has a few secrets, but nothing my wife doesn’t know about.
The tables are always shifting. I don’t expect them to stay in my favor, but for now, the Whitlocks rise in the ranks. We wait. We prepare for the game.
A whole new world is coming, and when it does, we’ll be ready.
