stupid, foolish idea to return here. based upon exterior alone, their home had set abandoned. it had aged, and not done so with grace. greenery had taken hold, claiming rights to ownership. that felt better, than those who would not know the home's history walking it's halls. everything she had poured her heart and soul into. the furniture, set just so. the portraits that hung on the walls, she had handpicked every single one. strangers ridding and stripping her home down to bare bones. the thought makes her ill. a hand reaches, she placing it softly upon ivy that had over taken the front, as if she intended to say thank you.
the hardest part, is reaching out to knock upon door. she would know if vincent were dead. that is the hope that would not be broken from her. her heart would know. nymeria knows the worst is that, he is long gone from here. their creator, her angel. he had held true in giving vincent immortality. thirty five years for it, she had paid. and would have been even longer, if she had not escaped. an eternity as his.
she stands as a statue, like dust should cover her too. inside her chest, emotions at war. the hope, the dread. will nymeria be able to survive, if she does not find him here ? the world was vast and wide. doomed, to always just be out of her reach, that was the price she paid for taking away his humanity, for saving him from sickness that would have claimed him. nymeria refused to let go of him, she would not have death take him. and now ? it refused them both.
the knock, the wait for the door to open. it does, and no one stands placed in entry way. apprehension takes her, but it is hope that carries her through the door way. if she were need for breath, it would have taken from her lungs. how most everything remains. few things have been moved from their places because of greenery that has claimed it. but it is all as she picked out, but remains dust covered and mostly untouched. nymeria is not sure, what the sound it is that leaves her. something between wail of relief and gasp of delight.
it is her eyes that wander, just there to the stair way. always be careful on the third one, vincent had told her. it gave underneath weight. he had intended on fixing it, but never done so before sickness claimed him. her gaze continues, up and further on. just so catching, the movement of someone. the hope that fluttered small in her , unbreakable catches flame. she knows the golden strands, the figure. her vincent. even if just a ghost, nymeria takes to stairs to chase. gloved hands raising skirts to not trip upon their fabric, careful on third step.
❝ vincent ? ❝ how the name feels from her, the name had been forbidden. but now it escapes from her, tumbling as a plea. the sound of another's footsteps, something heavier. she's giving chase, turning corner. nymeria remembers this house, the layout. every single hall, every single room. she hurries, to catch up with figure. to let amber hues take in the sight of him.
her vincent. she stands frozen, everything around them has ceased to exist. ❝ are you real ? ❝ the words are trembled, holding back sob that threatens to shake her entire body violently. ❝ je suis rentré, mon amour. ❝
