~Rosie  Time holds my hand tightly, leading me down the street. It’s almost comical, how we both look. Time has dressed up head to toe in clothing from this era that appears to be popular in this particular area. Both of us wear sheer white outfits that are fashioned similar to robes, hoods pulled over our heads. No one even casts us a second glance, which is a relief.  “I’m still on the fence about showing you this,” Time mutters, pulling me down an alleyway. Glancing up, I see snow white painted balconies with drying clothes hanging off. Soft, up beat music drifts from the homes on the other sides of these washed ou

~Rosie  There’s a cold silence in the room.  When I turn to look at Time beside me, his face is cold and stony, clearly not enjoying having to relive this moment. It’s even plummeted my heart into my stomach, and I’m not the one being broken up with for my brother. I can’t even begin to imagine how he must feel, having invested so much time into her for her to turn around and tell him something as heartbreaking as this.  The Time currently living in this situation has lost all colour in his face, a flutter of confusion crossing his forehead. Quite frankly, he looks betrayed. I want. To reach out and slap that girl, or shake her. Why would she be with him in the first place if that isn’t what she truly wanted? 

~Rosie I’m done for.  Sitting here, tucked into the back of a dark corner, I’m completely pinned, exposed to this powerful immortal’s eyes. He stares down at me, golden eyes narrowed slightly, looking over me with no shame whatsoever. There’s no excuse for this. There’s no way to turn back and reverse my own stupidity.  What is this going to mean? The question is, will I return back to the present day, and it will all be a burning fire or a hole of nothingness? Maybe the Time from my era is already gone, having been completely destroyed as I appear in front of his past self.  Another predicament, is that I’m completely speechless. He’s clearly not going to be

~Rosie  I wake to someone sitting by my legs.  My entire body jerks up into sitting position, as I realise Time is looming over me. Placing my hand over my chest, I brush my hair back, trying to gain a little more consciousness.  “Rude awakening much?” I question, clearing my throat. Time is fully dressed and ready for the day, which I suppose is easy enough to achieve when you don’t need any sleep. I, however, was plagued all night with horrible nightmares about what happened yesterday. Time’s golden eyes never once left my mind, and still are burnt into my eyelids. 

~Rosie “Please don’t hurt me.” It’s the first words to come out of my mouth. I’m staring at my mate right now. That exact man who I have gotten comfortable with over these past few weeks – if time can even be counted in the same way anymore. But he’s not the same man. He hasn’t gone through the same experiences yet, and he’s in a dark stage of his life, so he’s unpredictable. Plus, he isn’t the one who tried to bring us together. He doesn’t even know me.  “And why would I hurt you? You’re my mate,” he says, titling his head to the side. My breath hitches. As serious