When Two Worlds Collide

In time of slaughter and war, can there be those who go against the majority? Johan is caught up in a life he didn't want and works for the man he most wants dead. Sini is trapped with no where to go but a windowless room, her life is being ruined by the same man Johan works for. so what happens when these two worlds collide?

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1. Prologue

Stories, the fantasy give you desire, the fiction give you hope, the thriller gives you wariness, the real make you think, there is truth in all stories, There are ones that make you laugh and cry, some that make you want for a better world. Some that make you hate and some that help you to love.

 

 

Love like death chooses you. It doesn’t let you choose who or when or even if you want it. The only thing you have to do is embrace it even if you don’t want to, because it will never let you go. It found me at the worst possible moment. I chose to ignore it until I couldn’t anymore; until it turned into to ache so great I almost couldn’t breathe. My love paved my way to certain death. I was dead the moment I looked until his beautiful sea blue eyes, the second I ran my hands through his dark curly locks.

 

 

We both knew the end of our story before it even began; we knew it would come to this, the moment of the end. Even though I wish it didn’t have to end this way, I wouldn’t trade the time we spent together for anything. It was worth it, to try and live together for just a moment in time.

 

 

The time has come; the guard is walking down the corridor to my cell with a gun in hand. I close my eyes and see his face for one last time.

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I can’t let her die. She is everything to me now and I am one of the reasons she’s in this mess, one of the reasons why she is going to die. Before I had her, I was on the verge of dying but by my own hand, now we are both on the verge of dying but by the hands of the devil himself. 

What does it all come down to in the end, life?

We wake up every day and hope a miracle happens and when one does we take it for granted. She was my miracle. I look at her and I find the hope I thought I had lost years ago, my life is complete because she is in it, but I don’t want to die yet. I want to be able to hold her in my arms forever, I want her face to be the last thing I see at night and the first thing I see in the morning. I want to grow old with the love of my life, have children and watch them grown up with awe because my life turned out the best it ever could have. The worst thing is about looking in the face of death is not what you are going to miss it’s the regret of what you didn’t get.

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