Chapter 53 -Only Yesterday Grandma had warned me about the mirror, but she hadn't told me how to turn it on. Or what it was, exactly. I tapped the glass nervously, then stepped back and waved at it. "
Hello?"
A strange, inhuman face appeared--silver and metallic. It shook itself, yawned, and glanced at me. "Bree Elysi, the Third Immortal. Your life was the fastest of all, it seems to me. I had plenty of fun playing you."
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Cool, thanks. I think. Who are you exactly?"
"The Watcher, of course. Now, then, how do you feel about the fact that I set you up with Brandon? You love him, of course, but do you resent that you would have married him no matter what? I'm doing a little research for the benefit of your granddaughter."
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No, I love Brandon. I'm happy that my parents and everyone wanted me to marry him, because it's what I wanted."
"Good to know, good to know. Now, you're a big fan favorite out here in the forum, so I thought you might like to hear a few comments from readers. Let's see . . . Iless says "
I think Bree might be my favourite gen so far... and she's fun, all three generations are fun, but her fun is, um, the funnest for me?"
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Oh, that's very flattering, but--"
"According to Creative Crayola, "
I love, Love, LOVE, Bree's outfits! I'm excited to see her in University!"
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University was an exciting time, but--"
"Maisie would like to add that "
Bree and Brandon are so cute together. I enjoyed to read about their university time."
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We're an adorable couple, I know, but can I--"
"Tilia refers to your time in University when she comments "
I believe your Sims are gifted in the art of partying. Holy cow."
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Too true, but--"
"And on the Bachelorette, Niana said that "
Maybe he should look up a single Bree Elysi from the Sim Bin if he winds up single at the end of it - I'm sure she'd teach him to lighten up!", to which Ombradellarosa responded "
I think Bree Elysi would teach anyone to lighten up. My goodness, that girl can party! You do watch the Bachelorette, right?"
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Okay, I feel very loved. No, I've never seen the Bachelorette--"
"WHAT? You have to root for your Great-Great-Uncle Nathaniel! Now, shoo and eat your ambrosia! What are you still hanging around for?!"
Doing my best to not roll my eyes, I turned and left the torchlit room, and walked slowly down the Hall of Memory. There are so many people here that I never knew, and it's strange to know that these same people helped shape the dynasty that is here today.
I love Brandon's wall. Here, he is painting, kissing me, dancing with me, taking Kara for a stroll, tickling his daughter until she shrieks with laughter . . . and all of his certificates and diploma. I love him so much that it hurts.
The torch above my replicator gleams red, and the bowl of ambrosia is heavy in my hand as I set it down.
I suddenly feel a wave of exhaustion as I sit with the plate, as if my entire life has suddenly caught up to me. Seventy-three days of love, joy, sorrow, and life all condensed and stuffed into this tiny plate of food. What will it taste like? There's only one way to find out.
It began with my mom, sitting down next to me at the dollhouse and playing with her toddler daughter. She and Dad, kissing and laughing, looking at each other and me with so much love in their eyes. Then the darkness that enveloped us for ages, frozen and trapped in this impenetrable silence. And the light shone through, and the images come more and more quickly:
Playing at war with Brandon and my parents, the soft leather of Dad's car as we drove around town, Brandon's hands pulling me forward as he kissed me back, my laughter as he set a whoopee cushion on the couch at the coffee shop, the giddy rush of being juiced for the first time, and the sudden freedom of racing around campus naked . . . the cold water against my face as I splashed Brandon, his hands on my waist as we danced in our little house, our eyes meeting and smiling over Kara's tiny head, the sparkles enveloping her, him, and I . . .
And then there's the other side. The pounding music becoming louder and louder as my hand strikes board over and over and over. The fierce roar as I smashed down on my opponent, the sound of hand striking face and knee against stomach, the triumphant cheers of the crowd at the stadium, cheering for the team that lost no game since the arrival of their new MVP, the chanting of my teammates as I claimed the championship trophy, and Kara's face in the stands, grinning and waving at me excitedly.
For a moment, I am afraid that I did something wrong. Then there is a deep pulsing inside, the roar of an excited crowd--and the rainbow bursts within and without.
I decide to be a little whimsical for my tattoo. Gnomes for the win!
My toddler and child days are so far behind, I can hardly remember them. Where did the time go? Mom has been dead for so long, it seems forever ago that she was young and newly married. And my child years were so wonderful and carefree--I played, and built snowmen, and had naval battles in the bathtub. Brandon was my best friend and playmate, but I never considered him more than a brother.
As a teenager, I was consumed with martial arts. My days were spent in training or tournament, and my mother was my sparring partner and trainer. She was truly a guiding force, and it's now hard to remember her face. Oh, but as a young adult--those were the truly good times. Nothing but partying and love and Brandon and university. I was wild, young, and felt freer than a bird.
I was a surprisingly settled adult. Happy with my daughter and husband and job--not quite the insanity of my younger years, but happy. I enjoyed this family time immensely. And now I am an elder, though it seems only yesterday that I was going off to University. At least I have a few more lifetimes to live, unlike most sims.
I am Bree Elysi, the Third Immortal.
