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ayumidahHer father hadn't lasted long. She'd always suspected the only reason he had survived to begin with was because he'd been with her at the time of the devestation, and afterwards, his usefulness was limited. But saying so had always seemed on the uncomfortable side of paranoia for her, so she'd kept it to herself. Especially when she'd grown older and actually met Ven, her instincts going into overdrive around him. Most of the survivors of the calamity had been children, those of whom were at school that day-- her father had returned to the school because she had forgotten her lunch.
Everyone else, mothers, siblings, uncles, aunts, grandparents, had been lost. It had left a handful of adults and close to a thousand children behind. Ven, of course, had been one. What exactly it was, no one knew. The children hadn't been allowed to return, there seemed to be no life beyond that small strip of land deemed safe enough to be turned into their Utopia. The more time that had gone by without anyone coming for them, the more certain they'd become that they hadn't been the only ones attacked...
Sara sighs, digging her fingers into her eyes. Thinking about it had never brought anything good to anyone. Her father's curiosity had held him until one day when he'd come home, gaunt and pale looking. That night he had breathed his last and Ven had stepped in, taking care of his burlal and other things that were much too daunting for a girl her age. She hadn't trusted him from the moment that she'd laid eyes on him, but he had been beneficial in helping her after she'd officially been orphaned. Allowed her to remain in the place that her father had been granted once this strip of land had been turned into a row of houses for those in need. Made sure she was taken care of and healthy during her teenage years, until she'd been able to work at a nearby shop that had slowly grown into the market that everyone goes to now for food and vegetables, other necessities.
What she remembers of life before is faded and jilted, she wishes she could go back in time and relive it all, but she knows she has it better than a lot of the others, who have grown and lived and loved in this new, broken world, having children of their own who know nothing else and fail to understand the sadness that overwhelm their parents sometimes. She sighs and taps her fingers against the windowsill, staring out at the world that spreads beyond this small piece of land. Wonders what the truth would be if any of them would ever be allowed to venture out past the fields where they get their food.
She's imagining what it all might look like by now, twenty years of foliage and wildlife overwhelming it all, taking it back to nature, eroding their old lives to vague memories. She's still staring outside as the sun sets, only just registering the footfalls behind her. Warm arms wrap around her waist and she leans against Paul, relieved for his presence as it drags her away from her sad ruminations. "Hello," she whispers as he rubs light circles into her stomach.
"Hey." His lips tease against her throat as she swallows. "What are you thinking so hard about, hm?"
"Before. When we were kids." He laughs softly and she swats at him, although she's not all that offended. "What's funny?"
"If I remember correctly, you used to enjoy chasing me around the schoolyard... my mother used to suggest that you had a crush on me but it seemed preposterous to me at the time..." His laugh fades as he hugs her tighter. "I wish she was here now so I could tell her she was completely, one-hundred percent correct."
Sara nods, considering this. Considering the growing thought in the back of her mind. Knows if she's going to share it with anyone, it needs to be him. "I want to do something," she says softly, turning around in his arms and staring deep into his eyes. "I want to find out what happened... why our lives are like this, what happened to our parents. What caused all of this."
His hands are now sprawled across her back as he searches her face, lips pursed curiously. "We know everyone's dead," he reminds her. "Why..."
"I need answers," she tells him somberly. "I understand if you don't feel the same, if I'm going to get in trouble for this, I'd rather be alone, but..."
He rolls his eyes lovingly at her and shakes his head. "As if I'd let you go it alone. No, I'm in. We just need to work out some details first..."
As he holds her, figuring out the best time to try to go and various other little things that would hopefully help them to survive so they can return with the truth, she leans against his chest and listens, so happy that she has someone like him on her side. "Thank you," she murmurs.
"Any time," he tells her, stroking her hair out of her face and kissing her softly. As her nails dig into his shoulders, he gasps and groans when she deepens the kiss, taking control of the situation. "I love you, Sara."
"I love you too," she breathes, pressing against him. "So much. No matter what, never forget that, Paul."
They leave in the middle of the night, nothing more than shadows slinking between houses, determined to find answers to why things are the way they are.
Everyone else, mothers, siblings, uncles, aunts, grandparents, had been lost. It had left a handful of adults and close to a thousand children behind. Ven, of course, had been one. What exactly it was, no one knew. The children hadn't been allowed to return, there seemed to be no life beyond that small strip of land deemed safe enough to be turned into their Utopia. The more time that had gone by without anyone coming for them, the more certain they'd become that they hadn't been the only ones attacked...
Sara sighs, digging her fingers into her eyes. Thinking about it had never brought anything good to anyone. Her father's curiosity had held him until one day when he'd come home, gaunt and pale looking. That night he had breathed his last and Ven had stepped in, taking care of his burlal and other things that were much too daunting for a girl her age. She hadn't trusted him from the moment that she'd laid eyes on him, but he had been beneficial in helping her after she'd officially been orphaned. Allowed her to remain in the place that her father had been granted once this strip of land had been turned into a row of houses for those in need. Made sure she was taken care of and healthy during her teenage years, until she'd been able to work at a nearby shop that had slowly grown into the market that everyone goes to now for food and vegetables, other necessities.
What she remembers of life before is faded and jilted, she wishes she could go back in time and relive it all, but she knows she has it better than a lot of the others, who have grown and lived and loved in this new, broken world, having children of their own who know nothing else and fail to understand the sadness that overwhelm their parents sometimes. She sighs and taps her fingers against the windowsill, staring out at the world that spreads beyond this small piece of land. Wonders what the truth would be if any of them would ever be allowed to venture out past the fields where they get their food.
She's imagining what it all might look like by now, twenty years of foliage and wildlife overwhelming it all, taking it back to nature, eroding their old lives to vague memories. She's still staring outside as the sun sets, only just registering the footfalls behind her. Warm arms wrap around her waist and she leans against Paul, relieved for his presence as it drags her away from her sad ruminations. "Hello," she whispers as he rubs light circles into her stomach.
"Hey." His lips tease against her throat as she swallows. "What are you thinking so hard about, hm?"
"Before. When we were kids." He laughs softly and she swats at him, although she's not all that offended. "What's funny?"
"If I remember correctly, you used to enjoy chasing me around the schoolyard... my mother used to suggest that you had a crush on me but it seemed preposterous to me at the time..." His laugh fades as he hugs her tighter. "I wish she was here now so I could tell her she was completely, one-hundred percent correct."
Sara nods, considering this. Considering the growing thought in the back of her mind. Knows if she's going to share it with anyone, it needs to be him. "I want to do something," she says softly, turning around in his arms and staring deep into his eyes. "I want to find out what happened... why our lives are like this, what happened to our parents. What caused all of this."
His hands are now sprawled across her back as he searches her face, lips pursed curiously. "We know everyone's dead," he reminds her. "Why..."
"I need answers," she tells him somberly. "I understand if you don't feel the same, if I'm going to get in trouble for this, I'd rather be alone, but..."
He rolls his eyes lovingly at her and shakes his head. "As if I'd let you go it alone. No, I'm in. We just need to work out some details first..."
As he holds her, figuring out the best time to try to go and various other little things that would hopefully help them to survive so they can return with the truth, she leans against his chest and listens, so happy that she has someone like him on her side. "Thank you," she murmurs.
"Any time," he tells her, stroking her hair out of her face and kissing her softly. As her nails dig into his shoulders, he gasps and groans when she deepens the kiss, taking control of the situation. "I love you, Sara."
"I love you too," she breathes, pressing against him. "So much. No matter what, never forget that, Paul."
They leave in the middle of the night, nothing more than shadows slinking between houses, determined to find answers to why things are the way they are.
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2015-02-03 07:09 (UTC)no subject
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2015-02-04 22:11 (UTC)What she remembers of life before is faded and jilted
I thought 'jilted' was an interesting choice of word in this context.
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2015-02-05 06:19 (UTC)no subject
2015-02-05 12:38 (UTC)"Ven, of course, had been one. What exactly it was, no one knew."
I'm not following the meaning. You refer to both adults and children in the preceding sentence, so you could be saying he is either. I assume since he became leader he was either an adult or an older child.
I'm glad you wrote with us all month. :)
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2015-02-05 18:14 (UTC)no subject
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2015-02-06 06:47 (UTC)Thank you!