DID I MENTION we can't die easily?
Well it's one of the catches of creating our world, Apparently we can only die by the usual cause of death or they will enforce suicide on us. Committing suicide is a serious act of sin because it is a great insult to the goddess Aphrodites.
People being murdered does not happen often but if it does they are punished severely by our supreme officers and the goddess herself- or so they say.
We're not overly populated because my kind of species die when we reached 50, excluding me of course. We do have plenty of time to raise our off-springs but most of the cases are that the off-springs are usually under custody with their younger-than-their-parents-godparents or are orphans.
It does not take long for the orphans to be adopted since we are all influenced by love and all, lovers can only have one biological off-spring. Our females can't handle another pregnancy experience or they die, if you want more kids then orphanage is definitely an option.
Technically all of us are blood-related, incestuous I know but it's not like we have a choice besides in this world love is love. That includes the LGBTIQ people.
'Goddess this is going to be a pain in the ass to finish' I thought as I stretched my arms out.
I've been editing Nancy's book that consists of six-hundred pages, it's a cliché one honestly. The stereotype bad boy falls in love with the nerd guy. Everyone seems to like those types of stories since they are hopelessly romantic and that includes Nancy.
I may be a freelance-writer but I owe Nina a favor for covering me at an important meeting once when I was still laying down on my bed, hangover. I just didn't know that the small favor would end up me at 2am in the morning editing her work she gave 6 hours ago when the deadline of the book is on Friday.
And it's Thursday, I'm still on page 189. She expects me to finish this ridiculous task in a day and a few hours? As if I don't have a life to live.
"I swear, I'm going to berate that bitch when I see her" I grunted.
Taking a few sips of my hot americano coffee as I take a deep breath to keep myself calm and level headed. Looking over to my right I see the photo that is perched on top of my bookshelf.
'It's probably covered in dust now'
Standing up, I can barely feel my legs for sitting too long but ignored it as I maneuvered forward. Taking the dirty frame on my hands as I look at it closely.
It was a picture of two girls one of them had her head tilted on the side with her eyes closed and her arms around the other girl's waist as she kissed her on the cheek the other girl who's being embraced was smiling brightly at the camera. It was taken during winter therefore they had snow on top of their clothes and beanies but despite the cold, anyone that is looking at the picture can clearly see two happy girls.
Taking the picture out I turned it over, showing me her elegant handwriting 'I'll wait on the other side'.
'I should have gone with you...'
Ring ring… Ring ring… Ring ring…
The sound of my phone emitted brought me out of the moment.
'Who in the heavens is calling me on this ungodly hour?' I thought as I started to advance towards my rather large mahogany desk where my phone is settled at and putting the photo down on my laptop.
Ring ring… Ring ri–
"Halls speaking" I greeted the other side of the line.
"…"
"Hello?" I questioned but still was answered by silence.
"Alright I'm hanging up" I said ready to press the red button.
"Wait! Erm… Yes, uh… umm.. uh…" A headache is starting to form and this person's stuttering on the line isn't helping.
"Look whoever this is I'm sorry but right now is not a good time" I said rubbing my temples with my left hand as I look at my alarm clock, the red LEDs flashing. 2:47 a.m.
"Yes! Of course! I'm very sorry to bother you especially at this hour" The person seems sincere.
"It's fine… May I at least know who this is?"
"Um, it's Bronte… Aviel Bronte" he stated nervously.
"Mmm… And how can I help you Mr. Bronte?" sitting down while sipping my coffee.
'It's lukewarm now, had I wondered too long?'
"I uhm yes, I'm requesting you to be my editor. I need your help with my book and I believe-"
"I believe it's stated in my company that you have to email me about the request and details, not directly contact me"
"Yes I know but this is a special case, otherwise the company wouldn't have given me your personal number"
'What were they thinking? I'm just a freelance writer, the only reason why I edited other peoples works is because they are my close friends' I thought as I look at the paperwork on my desk.
"I'm afraid this has to wait regardless of what the company thought, you must send me a request form and the description of your book"
"But-"
"And when I have finished the work I'm currently having I'll give yours a thought"
"I'm sure this book will interest you"
"I'm sure it will Mr. Bronte but for now I must rest"
"Right of course, I apologize again for the disturbance Ms. Hall"
"I'll be waiting for your email Mr. Bronte, goodbye" I said firmly as I ended the call.
'Was it really urgent that it has to be discussed early in the morning?' I let out sigh.
Well either way I still need to finish Nancy's book…
Great.