Fifty Nine

I was shocked, happy, excited, and I looked at him with tears in my eyes and went to say yes, but a memory flashed through my mind before I could. It wasn't mine, but I felt it's sadness as the memory of a marriage that turned into a gravestone. It was a reminder. A reminder that I am immortal and that marriage would be obsolete. Love should be obsolete. It will only bring me pain.

    As these thoughts were running through my head, Nathaniel stood up and as he was holding my hand, told me how much he loved me. He was proposing of his own free will and intention. I believed him, but I couldn't shake this feeling of pain from the memories or the fear of feeling that pain myself. He must've realized that I was torn, because he just hugged me and I let the tears flow when he did. He walked me to my room and told me he'd "wait for me to say yes" before kissing me good night.

I turned around to face my dimly lit room, but it didn't feel the same. I walked around trying to find something even vaguely familiar to me, but I didn't find anything. What I did find was a portrait of me with Elizabeth's mother and I felt a chill run down my spine.

    I ran out of the room and right into George. He saw I was scared and hugged me. He asked me if there was anything in my room that was scaring me. It was the room itself and all the memories it held. He then led me to a room and knocked on the door. It was Joan and Nara's. He promised to bring me a change of clothes before suddenly leaving me with them. They saw I was shaken up, so i was invited inside and told to talk to them, so I did.