May 26, 2019 7:49:08 GMT -6
1,044 WORDS
@kayla
BY MINNIE OF GS
LET'S MOVE AND SETTLE ONCE A DAY,
Waves lapping on the shoreline, the chilling air of a night's embrace wrapping around her and only thoughts to occupy her mind. Perhaps her choices were horrible, but Persephone remained unmoving from the flattened rock she discovered. Her knees were positioned close to her chest, the nymph's arms wrapping tightly around them; it was her only comfort. Wind embraced her, resulting in the woman shivering in response to her current body temperature, however, she remained unmoving. The sounds of the waves were her only comfort as she tried to resist the urge to begin sobbing. The implications her former crush made dug deep into the nymph's heart, the young woman feeling wounded by the callous manner she acted. Corrupting people were not apart of their goal, her father made the notion clear to Persephone when they began their travels across the world.
The legacy of the Rose Family would live on through them, but not be rebuilt by enlisting people to accomplish these tasks. They were fortunate to escape with their lives, therefore, they would carry on the work of their ancestors as expected of them. Despite her efforts, tears welled in the blue-haired woman's eyes before rolling down her pale cheeks, the hiccupping gasps of crying escaping her slender lips. Constantly, Persephone missed her father, especially since he was the man who cherished her and even her teacher. Without a mother, the nymph's father became both parental figures and among the only survivor of the fire which stole the remainder of her family. When there was nobody else left, her father was there, saving her from harm because he considered it his duty as a parent. Since his death, the woman retreated into coldness, her desires to avoid the harsh feelings of mourning holding her there.
The tears increased, Persephone soon burying her head into her arms to bawl for the loss of her father. Crying was something the nymph rarely accomplished, however, when she was alone and the opportunity presented itself, they would pour from her eyes. Redness graced her cheeks, both swelling from the tears she attempted to wipe away, her heart aching from the recent events which transpired. Initially, losing her father damaged her, but the radical changes in her crush destroyed her. Everybody in her family was seemingly disappearing, making the young nymph feel immense loneliness weigh onto her shoulders. Strength was required to proceed with her objectives, but her moment of weakness kept the short-haired woman still. At that moment, she longed for a pair of arms to wrap around her and a quiet voice informing her everything would be alright.
Unfortunately, there was only the coldness and the soft whispers of waves battering against smoothed over rocks. The nymph was uncertain how long she remained there, perhaps minutes or hours. Eventually, composure returned to her, reminding her of the cold which surrounded her. Slowly, Persephone released her legs to rise from her position, manipulating the water which clung to her to warm. Immediately, her body began feeling the pleasantries of warmth, the nymph's clouded eyes turning back to the ocean. A frown remained on her face as she inched closer, dipping back into the freezing depths, however, she adjusted the water temperature around her to remain warm. She swam back to the beach, dragging herself onto the shore. Smoothly, the water was manipulated out of her clothes, Persephone merely throwing it to the sand. Slowly, she began walking home, pulling her cloak close around her shoulders.
Her steps were slow, a portion of her desiring to avoid home because of the solitary which lingered in those walls. Socializing was something Persephone rarely accomplished, but she enjoyed the days where she would return home to Kayla's smiling face. Everything about the young woman maintained the nymph's hopes, but a sense of aimlessness consumed Persephone due to their recent interactions. The objectives she accomplished were to allow them to survive, but now she was alone, with only her thoughts and desires to occupy her. A soft sigh escaped her mouth, the nymph gradually reaching the familiarity of the outskirts. She walked down those familiar streets, knowing nobody would be waiting for her inside the walls which became her home. As she proceeded, her eyes accomplished the habit she grew accustomed to, surveying the area for potential threats. Suddenly, her grey eyes noticed the smoke swirling through the air, resulting in them widening.
The pace was hurried, Persephone running towards her home, unlocking the backyard's latch. Inside, a barrel burned, smoke drifting from the canister, however, the fire long completed its task; these were merely the smouldering remains. Slowly, Persephone closed the gate, the latch being placed back into the respective slot. She walked towards the barrel, peering into it, however, there were only ashes. The nymph's brow raised as she turned towards the kitchen door, opening it to enter the building. Cautiously, the assassin opened the door, walking into her home, eyes searching for changes in the area. The door clicked shut behind her, the woman's fingers slowly leaving it as she glanced around the kitchen. Eventually, her eyes locked onto the note stationed on the kitchen table. Briefly, they lingered on the parchment before grabbing it to read over the words carefully etched onto it. An emptiness consumed the nymph's stomach as she read the words on the paper, the tears returning.
The note was placed down, the assassin heading towards where the diary was located, although, she noticed the missing items first. A frown stretched across her face, the items she used to remember her beloved Kayla were gone, presumably burned into the ashes found in the barrel outside. The aching sensation in the nymph's heart increased, the changes to the place she once shared with her beloved Kayla was becoming upsetting. Once the diary was discovered, she slowly wrapped her fingers around it, the only reminder of the girl she fell in love with clenched in her hands. Carefully, her fingers touched the edges of the front cover, gently opening it to reveal the words inside. In only a matter of seconds, the tears welled, Persephone sitting finding a place to sit in the lonely room to read.
If only things could have turned out different...
The legacy of the Rose Family would live on through them, but not be rebuilt by enlisting people to accomplish these tasks. They were fortunate to escape with their lives, therefore, they would carry on the work of their ancestors as expected of them. Despite her efforts, tears welled in the blue-haired woman's eyes before rolling down her pale cheeks, the hiccupping gasps of crying escaping her slender lips. Constantly, Persephone missed her father, especially since he was the man who cherished her and even her teacher. Without a mother, the nymph's father became both parental figures and among the only survivor of the fire which stole the remainder of her family. When there was nobody else left, her father was there, saving her from harm because he considered it his duty as a parent. Since his death, the woman retreated into coldness, her desires to avoid the harsh feelings of mourning holding her there.
The tears increased, Persephone soon burying her head into her arms to bawl for the loss of her father. Crying was something the nymph rarely accomplished, however, when she was alone and the opportunity presented itself, they would pour from her eyes. Redness graced her cheeks, both swelling from the tears she attempted to wipe away, her heart aching from the recent events which transpired. Initially, losing her father damaged her, but the radical changes in her crush destroyed her. Everybody in her family was seemingly disappearing, making the young nymph feel immense loneliness weigh onto her shoulders. Strength was required to proceed with her objectives, but her moment of weakness kept the short-haired woman still. At that moment, she longed for a pair of arms to wrap around her and a quiet voice informing her everything would be alright.
Unfortunately, there was only the coldness and the soft whispers of waves battering against smoothed over rocks. The nymph was uncertain how long she remained there, perhaps minutes or hours. Eventually, composure returned to her, reminding her of the cold which surrounded her. Slowly, Persephone released her legs to rise from her position, manipulating the water which clung to her to warm. Immediately, her body began feeling the pleasantries of warmth, the nymph's clouded eyes turning back to the ocean. A frown remained on her face as she inched closer, dipping back into the freezing depths, however, she adjusted the water temperature around her to remain warm. She swam back to the beach, dragging herself onto the shore. Smoothly, the water was manipulated out of her clothes, Persephone merely throwing it to the sand. Slowly, she began walking home, pulling her cloak close around her shoulders.
Her steps were slow, a portion of her desiring to avoid home because of the solitary which lingered in those walls. Socializing was something Persephone rarely accomplished, but she enjoyed the days where she would return home to Kayla's smiling face. Everything about the young woman maintained the nymph's hopes, but a sense of aimlessness consumed Persephone due to their recent interactions. The objectives she accomplished were to allow them to survive, but now she was alone, with only her thoughts and desires to occupy her. A soft sigh escaped her mouth, the nymph gradually reaching the familiarity of the outskirts. She walked down those familiar streets, knowing nobody would be waiting for her inside the walls which became her home. As she proceeded, her eyes accomplished the habit she grew accustomed to, surveying the area for potential threats. Suddenly, her grey eyes noticed the smoke swirling through the air, resulting in them widening.
The pace was hurried, Persephone running towards her home, unlocking the backyard's latch. Inside, a barrel burned, smoke drifting from the canister, however, the fire long completed its task; these were merely the smouldering remains. Slowly, Persephone closed the gate, the latch being placed back into the respective slot. She walked towards the barrel, peering into it, however, there were only ashes. The nymph's brow raised as she turned towards the kitchen door, opening it to enter the building. Cautiously, the assassin opened the door, walking into her home, eyes searching for changes in the area. The door clicked shut behind her, the woman's fingers slowly leaving it as she glanced around the kitchen. Eventually, her eyes locked onto the note stationed on the kitchen table. Briefly, they lingered on the parchment before grabbing it to read over the words carefully etched onto it. An emptiness consumed the nymph's stomach as she read the words on the paper, the tears returning.
The note was placed down, the assassin heading towards where the diary was located, although, she noticed the missing items first. A frown stretched across her face, the items she used to remember her beloved Kayla were gone, presumably burned into the ashes found in the barrel outside. The aching sensation in the nymph's heart increased, the changes to the place she once shared with her beloved Kayla was becoming upsetting. Once the diary was discovered, she slowly wrapped her fingers around it, the only reminder of the girl she fell in love with clenched in her hands. Carefully, her fingers touched the edges of the front cover, gently opening it to reveal the words inside. In only a matter of seconds, the tears welled, Persephone sitting finding a place to sit in the lonely room to read.
If only things could have turned out different...
- - and forget the sins we leave.
