A Love that never Truly Fades

Time that goes On without You

Lucinda’s pov;

1892, change came as easy as breathing with the world continuing their wars that felt like an endless dream, I’ve waited for Marcus to come back to me as he also became another soldier fighting for our home. But in his own words; “Fighting for a world we can freely live on for the safety of our future children.”

I liked hearing the sound of that; “future children.”

That was all that I’ve ever wished for. Something so simple that I’ve cursed whichever God it was that took that one simple wish away from me.

For no matter how much the years have passed after I became twenty-five years old, time seemed to have stopped for me. As I continued to watch everyone I knew and loved to have aged and died, like my parents but I in some way couldn’t. With medicine and such other techniques continuing to advance it turns out that an illness was responsible for my suffering. As it was the year 1917, that I couldn’t enjoy life to its complete fullest. This disease that stole away my happiness is called Highlander syndrome. I could die like everyone else, I can’t die by the main natural death of every human being. Although I age, it‘s like every grain of sand within a giant hourglass that ever so slowly foils time itself. As my darling husband who now became older than me. And with age comes change.

Soon, his physical appearance began to come forth, for the dashing young man that I once knew no longer exists. But had become that of an older man while I older on the inside, however, stayed the same on the outside. For it was not only him, but our children that began to show changes as well.

Our adventures son; Hunter and wonderful baby girl; Juliet.

Caring them within my womb for the past nine months in bringing them into the world was one of the best moments of my life in 1905, August 22nd. Either it was to be today or tomorrow, I knew within my heart that they would do great things in life as their father and I watch over them in the afterlife. And yet, it was not meant to be. Nevertheless, my little ones had become the achieving adults that their elderly parents could be proud of. For if I was going to outlive them all, I want to enjoy the time that I still have with family. As if it were the last day of my life, even though it could never be.