Saturn Hope-Less // District 8 {Fin}

    
    The evening was light, a soft breeze singing over the circadian rhythm of clicking factories. Our street was quiet, its always quiet. Little light illuminated the ten house street, the source of their shafts seeping from the windows of the dormant dwellers. Half an hour earlier signified the passing of the eleventh hour of the evening announced by the eleven animated rings and dings of the clock towers. Most were sleeping with shuddering hands from a suffering day of work. Yet the house on the end of the row was lively and steam from heat water spilled across every single window pane.

    A woman wines and whinnies as her fingers furrow ferociously into the sides of her bathtub on the second story. A man with actual compassion christening his eyes comforts her, coos her name softly like the breeze outside. Her anguish is his anguish and her hand holds his with such force that anchors her to this reality. Their love is unbreakable by even the two lives finally freeing themselves from their nine months of containment. As she cries so does he, they are equally in love with the lives which have blossomed from their seeds.

    A small tender woman wraps the twins gently in towels and hands one to each parent. Tears trickle across each towel and the children are traded between the parents' hands. Warmth wraps the children as their dark eyes lay closed and their heads nestled against their towels. It is the perfect beginning for a fantastic fairy tale, the perfect beginning filled with never ending Hope.