Tragic Melodies | Tessa & Nerissa
Night was falling, and a cold and calming silence was falling upon the forest. At least, for the moment. The water felt nice smooth under Tessa's fingers, as she brushed them on the surface, creating ripples in the water around and enticing her gaze onto them. Her face reflected back to her in the water, but Tessa did not dare to look. As she would only see the sad girl she'd became; The girl who could not find a place in this world. It took a few moments, however, for Tessa's eyes to be drawn to her reflection. As they often were.
She took in her sharp jaw, and full lips. And could not help but wander to thoughts of her sister. What did she look like now? She asked herself, one of many she'd questioned herself on before. She remembered her sister's face before she left, and could note the resemblances between each other now. Looking at her reflection made it that much harder to bare. Her own face hurt her, and so she closed her eyes.
She started slowly, the sound of her voice barely a whisper over the cold air. Her voice raised slightly as she went, until it was an enticing lull of a haunting melody. Against her closed eyelids, she could see the people she mourned for; the people she sang for. Her sister, Gavin, her parents. Even Ruth. She could see memories of her and her sister, as if she were right back there. When both were youthful and happy. When it was difficult to see Tessa without a smile. Memories of her and Gavin danced in her mind. The stories she had told him still ringing in her ears, and soft on her lips. Ruth, with her strangeness, coming along to the Rite of Passage with her and Gavin. Memories of stories her parents used to tell. Stories she used to force them to tell. She missed it all. She needed it all. She needed to change back time, and be the girl she used to be. But if she were to change back time, she would simply do the same thing once more. Because the girl she used to be would still have gone after that doll for the little girl who'd lost it. And she knew that if she did it again, it would hurt twofold.
Her voice traveled on the soft breeze billowing around. Her tragic song mourning for the things she'd lost, as well as mourning for the things she could have been. The things she could have given to the ones she cared for. She'd caused them pain, that she was sure of. Her sister especially. And she felt guilty for such an act, even if it weren't truly her fault. She held herself to blame nonetheless.