warnings: angsty because I’m emotional after finishing a show which had a soul ripping final
The wind, after slapping her cheeks with its force, has turned her face numb in the cold. She swipes her fingers over the ground. The pad of her fingers scraping over something akin to sandpaper.
There were things she wanted to say but her throat is wrapped in twine. She swallows down the acid that sears her mouth.
“I planted something new. The old plants got those insects again.”
She presses the heels of her hands against her eyes. Hoping to dull the thumping.
“I tried that spray but-“
It breaks.
“I’m not supposed to do this alone. You promised. You promised.”
Her croaks are drowned in tears. The words inaudible. The despair screeching loudly.
“You said we wouldn’t have to be alone anymore.”
The twine twists and tightens. Scolding tears burn her palms.
Clouds pass the sky. Stars decorate the night. The wind retreats. Leaves her be. Her wails fill the silence. She can’t stand the silence anyway. Not since she’s been left with it. Left with the sun too cheerful, the rain too cold, even snow too bright.
The shell of her sits up. Gently she brushes over the petals that have fallen over the stone.
“Can’t she feel I’m here?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer. His insides have been shredded with her wails. His heart mangled and ripped apart.
“I told you, you’ll be back.”
His nails press into his palm until he feels warmth dripping down his fingers. A soft breath escaping his trampled chest. The sting a faint reminder that he isn’t dust yet.
“There is more than this.”
The gentle melody of its voice beams. It makes poison crawl up his throat. There is nothing beyond her. Not for him. Even if the world burns and crumbles, there will only ever be her.
“It’s not much longer.”
He wants to run to her. Rip up the void he is in. He doesn’t care about saving it. He doesn’t care about the aftermath. Doesn’t care to save the world.
But it’s inevitable. So he turns and follows the glimmers behind the spirit.
