Sifting Through the Ashes (Open to all!)
Jan 22, 2011 20:28:01 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2011 20:28:01 GMT
The scenery raced past in a blur as Rexa sped down the desolate road that seemed to snake forever into the middle of nowhere. In all truthfulness, the place she was going seemed like nothing. Not since the explosion.
Shaking her head to push her thoughts to the back of her mind, Rexa pressed on. The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, painting the sky a vibrant shade of orange accompanied by a lighter pink. The beauty was lost on her, for she was lost in her own thoughts. It was useless to even try.
She slowed to a hault in front of a badly mangled sign poking out on the side of the road. The black paint had faded completely in some places, making it impossible to read. But, she knew exactly what it said. GONGAGA.
Rexa had to bite back tears upon seeing it again. It had been awhile since she visited this place, her home. I'm such a baby. She scolded herself inwardly, biting her lip to prevent the tears from escaping her eyes. Even when nobody was around, she still hated crying.
She sped off once more, arriving in the ruins of her hometown shortly after. Everything that didn't lie in shambles was eaten away by rust, or destroyed completely. Dismounting her motorcycle, she walked slowly forward. A sharp pang of grief hit her upon seeing Gongaga like this. As a child, she had played here amongst the other children. To think that only a short few years later it was destroyed...
There were those pesky tears again, pushing against her eyes in attempt to fall. No... she was not going to cry. Continuing on, she gazed at the houses in which she had known growing up, lying in ruins. Ashes still dappled the ground, occasionally disturbed by gentle winds.
Finally, she arrived at what she came her to see. Rexa denies feeling any grief for her parent's death, but this was a lie. Grief still pierced her heart like a dagger. A single, crooked tombstone poked out from the ashes, shockingly still standing. Carved in uneven, sloppily written letters were the words:
Those letters had been carved by Rexa's own hand when she was ten, for her family hadn't been able to afford any proper burial. Plus, this seemed like what they would have wanted.
Grief washed over her in waves as she gazed down at the tombstone, so much that she had to bite her lip to the point that it bled in order to keep from crying. But it was a futile effort. Tears burst from her piercing blue eyes, and she wept for the first time in what must have been ages.
Shaking her head to push her thoughts to the back of her mind, Rexa pressed on. The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, painting the sky a vibrant shade of orange accompanied by a lighter pink. The beauty was lost on her, for she was lost in her own thoughts. It was useless to even try.
She slowed to a hault in front of a badly mangled sign poking out on the side of the road. The black paint had faded completely in some places, making it impossible to read. But, she knew exactly what it said. GONGAGA.
Rexa had to bite back tears upon seeing it again. It had been awhile since she visited this place, her home. I'm such a baby. She scolded herself inwardly, biting her lip to prevent the tears from escaping her eyes. Even when nobody was around, she still hated crying.
She sped off once more, arriving in the ruins of her hometown shortly after. Everything that didn't lie in shambles was eaten away by rust, or destroyed completely. Dismounting her motorcycle, she walked slowly forward. A sharp pang of grief hit her upon seeing Gongaga like this. As a child, she had played here amongst the other children. To think that only a short few years later it was destroyed...
There were those pesky tears again, pushing against her eyes in attempt to fall. No... she was not going to cry. Continuing on, she gazed at the houses in which she had known growing up, lying in ruins. Ashes still dappled the ground, occasionally disturbed by gentle winds.
Finally, she arrived at what she came her to see. Rexa denies feeling any grief for her parent's death, but this was a lie. Grief still pierced her heart like a dagger. A single, crooked tombstone poked out from the ashes, shockingly still standing. Carved in uneven, sloppily written letters were the words:
Viktor and Serena Nox.
R.I.P
I love you, Mom and Dad.
R.I.P
I love you, Mom and Dad.
Those letters had been carved by Rexa's own hand when she was ten, for her family hadn't been able to afford any proper burial. Plus, this seemed like what they would have wanted.
Grief washed over her in waves as she gazed down at the tombstone, so much that she had to bite her lip to the point that it bled in order to keep from crying. But it was a futile effort. Tears burst from her piercing blue eyes, and she wept for the first time in what must have been ages.