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~Rosie Art. It took me a solid few moments to comprehend everything within the room. Easels, canvases smeared with a variety of striking colours. There’s one window at the other end of the room, but it’s small, letting in next to no light, yet I can still see all the paintings vividly in front of me. Each one is different. Some are strung on the wall, others propped against each other, cast to the side, as if they mean nothing. Yet, they are all masterpieces in themselves. Did Time do this? I approach one of the canvases, and it’s not exactly what I would have expected from him. Watercolours blend and mix beautifully on the page, creating a portrait of a woman. S

11

~Rosie Nothing Time has said has ever made me so frightened. He’s gliding around the room, making something so hasty so elegant. I can’t stand him. Here he is, thinking he can drag me back in time with his magical powers I was hoping to avoid. There has to be a way to get out of this. I’m not sure what would be worse, being taken back in time, or being a slave to another powerful immortal. “I’m glad you’re not questioning my abilities,” Time says, as he motions for me to follow him out the bedroom. “Well, I’m not doubting your abilities, although, I’m not as happy about this as you may assume,” I tell him, trying to keep up

12

~Rosie I didn’t take his hand right away. I’m curious about his proposition, I won’t lie. He must be wanting to show me this for a very specific reason. I’ve noticed he doesn’t do anything unless he has a full reason to, so this must be to reveal something. Maybe he is trying to distract me from the real reason I am here. He might think that it will soften me up to him. “Shouldn’t we stay in here, away from being seen?” I question, folding my arms over my chest. I’m reluctant to see what the consequences are to Time being seen by someone from this era. “We won’t be seen. I would say in less than ten minutes, young me w

13

~Rosie Time and I returned to the cottage before darkness fell. We are both silent, unsure of what to say to each other. I’ve just witnessed something very personal to him, and I’m still trying to decipher why he wanted me to see that. I’m assuming it is to gain my trust, but with Time, I can never be too sure. I mean, he’s an immortal, and you can never trust an immortal. “Thankfully, I keep food stocked here, even when I’m gone,” Time tells me, opening the cupboards. I watch him skeptically, seeing him pull out a variety of canned food. He seems to notice my shocked expression. “This stuff is from the future. I don’t particularly like a diet of homemade bread and butter.”&

14

~Rosie I couldn’t move fast enough. Ducking, I quickly conceal myself behind the bush, praying he didn’t actually see me. There’s a moment of silence, as I close my eyes, waiting for him to investigate and see me. Surely then, we would have never been able to meet in the future without that moment of recognition. Everything would be ruined. After a few moments, I risk a glance up. Everyone is gone. Time has disappeared, hopefully back inside his home, and so has Thought and the girl. I’m relieved, however, curious as to why they vanished so quickly. I wait a while longer before I get to my feet. I’m not planning on messing around with this any longer. As

15

~Rosie Time could be showing me anything. We sit opposite each other, waiting. He’s given me next to no information, which only makes me more nervous. My foot taps impatiently on the floor, as we wait for the younger Time to appear. Apparently, Time bought an apartment right next to his old one to visit sometimes. I’m about to find out why he likes this place so much. “You’ll have to go out alone, and keep a low profile. He will be too distracted to notice you,” he tells me. He looks solemn, and I am too. I’m going to be watching this alone, witnessing what Time is skeptical about. “I’m afraid I can’t explain myself right away, either.”

16

~Rosie I shouldn’t be doing this, but I am anyway. There’s no denying the feeling of my mates kiss. I’ve read books about it, heard stories, but I never thought I would ever experience it, after I died. Especially not with an Immortal, who has a tight grip, full lips and the heady scent of something I cannot get enough of. Even if this is what I should have been avoiding. The way he grabs me, holding my waist, pulling me against him as he fists my shirt, as if he wants to pull it off. The way he kisses me, too, is passionate, aggressive, stealing my breath away, leaving me gasping for air as he pulls away for a moment. “I hate how good this feels,” I murmur, a

17

~Rosie A knock on the door wakes me. I barely have enough time to force my eyes open before Time glides into my room. He tugs the curtains open swiftly, allowing the light to stream right into my heavy eyes. It has to be some ungodly hour of the morning, considering how much my body protests. Plastering my sheets to my chest, I sit up, shielding my hands up against the light. “I apologise about the rude awakening, however, we have places to be this morning,” Time comments, standing at the foot of my bed, looking down at me impatiently. I grit my teeth, narrowing my eyes on him. Who knows what I could have been doing in here, and he just waltzed I’m in… &ldquo

18

~Rosie (Chapter Eighteen) Time and I left in the next morning. He needed the night to regain his abilities to take us through time, to where he plans to head next. I keep my disappointment to myself, as the sun rises and I slip into the shower, thinking. I like this city. It’s strange to stand within it knowing it ceases to exist in original time. It makes me wonder what is going on while Time and I are here, hiding. I’m not sure what Time’s plan is, but I’m assuming there is no way he is going to share it with me until he feels like it. I’m pretending as though it doesn’t bother me, that it doesn’

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~Rosie I slump down on the couch, unsure of what to do. Part of me wants to think Time needed to say that to me as a way to make himself feel better. A way of venting, maybe. Either way, I’m sitting here, unsure of what to do. I don’t want to touch anything, and risk leaving anymore of me behind than I already have. By tomorrow, I’m praying we will move on to perhaps a less desolate area. So, if Time wanders off again, it won’t be so treacherous to follow him The sound of cracking bracken and rustling grass outside catches my attention. Getting up from the couch, I peer out the window - only slightly murky wit

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