{ ~ a f t e r l i f e ;; }
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Hope {f} x Aeolis {m}
In a broken world, who can you trust? Some say you should trust no one. Some place their loyalty only in those with blood relations to them. Still others love their friends.
I have no trust. My loyalty is to no one. My heart is gone.
Now. And forever.
---
Laughing lightly, she flew down the path on bare feet, her innocent slate-silver eyes glittering with amusement. “Come on!” She cries, gesturing to me. Her pale pink fur is lit up in the sunlight, and darker pink and yellow tattoos stand out against it. Her feather-like tail waves with the breeze, a flag, encouraging me to follow.
A memory.
The image was fuzzy, as though I were seeing it through drunken eyes.
I almost wish that were the case. At least it would have been real.
But no. She left this world for another.
Why?
She didn’t have a choice. She couldn’t have had a choice. No, she would have stayed.
At least she would have stayed longer. She would have tried.
Perhaps she did try, and I didn’t notice, or help her.
God, if that were true…
I’d never forgive myself.
---
The day she left, I left too. Not physically, but mentally. I left this world for years, mourning my loss.
Until one day, I remembered. I remembered that sometimes, it isn’t your fault. Sometimes, children get caught up in the guilt of their elders.
Unfortunately, I’m not a child. I wasn’t when she was here, either.
So maybe that isn’t the answer.
I’ll never know.
---
“Come on!” I call, bounding down the bright, sunlit path. It’s so familiar, this dirt trail, yet we’ve never been here before. The sides are unevenly bordered by autumn-caught trees, their fiery gold leaves slowly twirling down to the ground, to be stepped on and forgotten.
But all this passes by quickly, and before I know it, I’ve reached our destination.
He catches up to me; his lungs are heaving with exhaustion, he is trying to catch his breath. I admire the patterns of the web markings on his dark pelt, they’re so handsome when caught in the sunlight like this.
I push him lightly, and smile. “It’s not my fault you’re so slow,” I tease.
He hugs me tightly and nods. “I know,” he says solemnly, looking straight through my eyes into my soul. “Nothing is ever your fault.”
He means it, I know. But I also know that I can’t accept that. I bury my head into the warm folds of his sweatshirt. “Why?” I ask him, glancing up into his warm emerald gaze.
“Because.”
It’s always the answer that parents give children, and I’m not satisfied. Not yet.
And it doesn’t help that he’s always so serious and grave. I try to cheer him up, but it never works. He always ends up dimming our conversations with his dull remarks.
I sigh, and pull away from him, turning away. My sight turns to our destination point.
“I have to go. You know that,” I whisper.
He nods, taking a step forward, then stopping hesitantly.
“Will you come back?” he asks me.
I pause, turn my head, and stare at him with a sad smile. “I’m not sure.”
But I hope so. Our time together was so happy. I wish I could have stayed longer. But I can’t.
“Destiny awaits me.” I try and act happy, for his sake.
With a final smile, I turn back my final destination point.
Afterlife.
---
Just reposting this... I wrote it about 50 pages ago, but only about a week... This thread goes by quickly, xD
Hope {f} x Aeolis {m}
In a broken world, who can you trust? Some say you should trust no one. Some place their loyalty only in those with blood relations to them. Still others love their friends.
I have no trust. My loyalty is to no one. My heart is gone.
Now. And forever.
---
Laughing lightly, she flew down the path on bare feet, her innocent slate-silver eyes glittering with amusement. “Come on!” She cries, gesturing to me. Her pale pink fur is lit up in the sunlight, and darker pink and yellow tattoos stand out against it. Her feather-like tail waves with the breeze, a flag, encouraging me to follow.
A memory.
The image was fuzzy, as though I were seeing it through drunken eyes.
I almost wish that were the case. At least it would have been real.
But no. She left this world for another.
Why?
She didn’t have a choice. She couldn’t have had a choice. No, she would have stayed.
At least she would have stayed longer. She would have tried.
Perhaps she did try, and I didn’t notice, or help her.
God, if that were true…
I’d never forgive myself.
---
The day she left, I left too. Not physically, but mentally. I left this world for years, mourning my loss.
Until one day, I remembered. I remembered that sometimes, it isn’t your fault. Sometimes, children get caught up in the guilt of their elders.
Unfortunately, I’m not a child. I wasn’t when she was here, either.
So maybe that isn’t the answer.
I’ll never know.
---
“Come on!” I call, bounding down the bright, sunlit path. It’s so familiar, this dirt trail, yet we’ve never been here before. The sides are unevenly bordered by autumn-caught trees, their fiery gold leaves slowly twirling down to the ground, to be stepped on and forgotten.
But all this passes by quickly, and before I know it, I’ve reached our destination.
He catches up to me; his lungs are heaving with exhaustion, he is trying to catch his breath. I admire the patterns of the web markings on his dark pelt, they’re so handsome when caught in the sunlight like this.
I push him lightly, and smile. “It’s not my fault you’re so slow,” I tease.
He hugs me tightly and nods. “I know,” he says solemnly, looking straight through my eyes into my soul. “Nothing is ever your fault.”
He means it, I know. But I also know that I can’t accept that. I bury my head into the warm folds of his sweatshirt. “Why?” I ask him, glancing up into his warm emerald gaze.
“Because.”
It’s always the answer that parents give children, and I’m not satisfied. Not yet.
And it doesn’t help that he’s always so serious and grave. I try to cheer him up, but it never works. He always ends up dimming our conversations with his dull remarks.
I sigh, and pull away from him, turning away. My sight turns to our destination point.
“I have to go. You know that,” I whisper.
He nods, taking a step forward, then stopping hesitantly.
“Will you come back?” he asks me.
I pause, turn my head, and stare at him with a sad smile. “I’m not sure.”
But I hope so. Our time together was so happy. I wish I could have stayed longer. But I can’t.
“Destiny awaits me.” I try and act happy, for his sake.
With a final smile, I turn back my final destination point.
Afterlife.
---
Just reposting this... I wrote it about 50 pages ago, but only about a week... This thread goes by quickly, xD
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