how long will it be cute, all this crying in my room
07-12-2024, 11:53 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-12-2024, 11:54 AM by Finch II. Edited 2 times in total.)
She'd had this lingering nausea ever since her father had told her about her mother's passing. Finch had ran to her body, already cold, her nose crusted with frost, and thrown herself down in the snow next to it. She'd sobbed until she was hoarse. Logically, she knew this had been a few weeks ago, but it still felt like she was lying there next to her mother's body. Mommy's body. They had buried her as soon as the ground had softened enough to make a decent grave. She hadn't been able to visit it yet. It felt like doing so would be admitting that she wasn't waiting in the warmth of their family den; that familiar, constant presence she'd taken for granted. Although spring had now come to Boreas and she should be vibrant and happy, working diligently in her garden, she was still lost somewhere within herself. It was as if everything she had once enjoyed was covered in a thin layer of muslin - she could make out the shape of the things she loved, she knew they were close by... but it was obscured. Distant. Separated by something very real, yet intangible. She struggled to put a name to the feeling. All she knew was that it hurt, and she didn't want to tend to her garden. She didn't want to do a single thing that she knew would bring her joy. Finch couldn't bring herself to visit the gravesite, but now that the snow had melted, she returned to the place where she'd last seen her mother. It had been under this tree, right here. Hadn't it? Suddenly, her breathing hitched. Finch struggled to exhale and she felt her throat grow smaller and smaller. It had been here! Right here! She spun in circles, her eyes darting wildly between the slim trunks of the trees in the orchard. Spring brought so many changes to the land, new grass and small buds and the bright scents of new life... it was so different from the snow-covered landscape she'd last seen her mother in. Her chest rose and fell, faster and faster, her breathing spinning out of control until she grew light headed. She needed to know the precise location she'd last seen her. |
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