Novel & Cerita This Life, A Different Vow

I look at his face–there is a serious look on it. He changed a bit on the vow and I wonder if it will be alright? Will the moon goddess accept it or not? “Is there something wrong with my vow?” he asks. I shake my head. “It’s just different.” “You don’t like different?” he asks. A sheepish grin forms on his face and I breathe a sigh of relief. “It depends on what kind of different.” “Shouldn’t we seal the vow with a kiss or something?”

“I know this is not how it is supposed to be, T’xoria. You know how our lives should have been, and I wanted that life for us. We could still have it. But I want to make a vow to you. You are my n’alxa. I promise to be the shield and sword that stand between you and those that want to harm you. I give you my body, mind, heart, and soul. My love for you is eternal. Even when this world is nothing more than a whisper in the wind in a new world, I will still love you. I am yours, and you are mine.”

“I didn't know what it meant to love a woman until I met you, You were different from other women I had ever met, You were sweet, but mixed with a bit of crazy” The crowd burst into a loud laughter. “But that is what I love about you, Vanessa; You are my light, My rod.” His grip tightened around my hands. “And what comforts me is knowing that no matter what happens We always find each other, I love you Vanessa and I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you” The sound of clapping filled the air as the priest turned to look at me. “Ms Vanessa Blackwood, Would you like to share your vows?”

It was a vow from one soul to another. The kind of mark that doesn't wash off. Not in this life or in the next.

I said, voice low enough to slip under her ribs, “your body has already chosen to live. Now we teach it how to live. It will require two things: a vow and a price.” “A vow,” she repeated, half-asleep. “Say: ‘I will not let my blood be used to make cages. I will be a blade that opens doors.’” She shivered, then spoke it, and the mirrors carried it away, and the room kept a copy. Vows spoken in a mirror-room pretend to leave you; in truth they wait for you in the long hallway of your next bad choice. “And the price?” she asked.

"Sheena, I love you." "I love you even more, Vanni." With the fireworks in the sky, he kissed me again softly. I will do anything for justice, even if it means risking my life. **

All of us were worried about him. “Susan, don’t worry about me.” he said gently. “To tell you the truth, I just like walking with your mom. I like this kind of life.” Reading his eyes, I know he loves my mother deeply. Once I thought love meant flowers, gifts and sweet kisses. But from this experience, I understand that love is just a thread in the quilt of our life. Love is inside, making life strong and warm..

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He had written, "Sera, you are my entire world. Thanks to you, my world is filled with light again. I will love you and protect you forever. I believe we will grow old together. We'll love each other for the rest of our lives." Seraphina read each line slowly. The piece of paper held 19-year-old Caelum's deep, youthful devotion. When she reached the end, she smiled in silence as moisture pooled in the corners of her eyes. She placed the vow back beside the bloodstone and carried both, along with the pieces of tapestry she had cut, into the garden. There, she lit them all on fire. Wordlessly, she watched as the tapestries and the bloodstone turned into a handful of ash.

“Did you get your happy ending?” “You ruined so many lives in the process, Kirah.” I sighed tiredly. “When will you realize your mistakes, ask Alia for forgiveness, and move on with your life?” “I’d rather die than ask that bitch for forgiveness!” she screamed instantly. “I did nothing wrong!” she shrugged her shoulders. “She took what was rightfully mine!” she cried. “I knew you first!” “I am not yours,” I said coldly. “And I never will be.” “Yes, you are!” she yelled, running her fingers roughly through her hair.