you, me and a grave . elegant
Sept 25, 2020 0:57:49 GMT -5
Post by cass on Sept 25, 2020 0:57:49 GMT -5
O P A L
It was the day after she’d arrived in district eleven. Yesterday had been spent with Katelyn, lost within a few precious moments and allowing her to forget for a day why she was here. The reality was now right in front of her. The graveyard of district eleven was a familiar and haunting place.
It filled her nightmares decades after losing her husband.
This time was different. This time she stood beside Ky, his hand against hers as she peered into the glum depths of tombstones. She knew how many steps it took from the tall spiraling gates to reach his grave. She knew exactly how many seconds she had to compose herself. She knew how long she had to ease her racing heartbeat before the cameraman would move in front of her to capture every moment of her reaction.
They were memories and words that lay at the back of her mind, pushed away and forgotten as every year passed. They were unlocked from the moment she arrived, from the moment her ears began to ring, and a roar filled her head.
It never got easier. She hated it more each year, wanting to tell the cameramen and women to leave her alone. One day- one day she hoped that they might finally tire of her suffering and let her have this moment of peace.
"Let's go."
She squeezed Ky’s hand, swallowing stiffly as she took an uncertain step forward. Goosebumps lined her skin, and suddenly the place where her wedding ring had once sat felt a lot emptier. The finger she had been forced to cut off was a message sent to her to bare her soul and have it plastered on Olivia’s walls for the rest of her life.
She hoped that Ky could take some comfort in the ring around his neck, in the meaning behind its weight.
It filled her nightmares decades after losing her husband.
This time was different. This time she stood beside Ky, his hand against hers as she peered into the glum depths of tombstones. She knew how many steps it took from the tall spiraling gates to reach his grave. She knew exactly how many seconds she had to compose herself. She knew how long she had to ease her racing heartbeat before the cameraman would move in front of her to capture every moment of her reaction.
They were memories and words that lay at the back of her mind, pushed away and forgotten as every year passed. They were unlocked from the moment she arrived, from the moment her ears began to ring, and a roar filled her head.
It never got easier. She hated it more each year, wanting to tell the cameramen and women to leave her alone. One day- one day she hoped that they might finally tire of her suffering and let her have this moment of peace.
"Let's go."
She squeezed Ky’s hand, swallowing stiffly as she took an uncertain step forward. Goosebumps lined her skin, and suddenly the place where her wedding ring had once sat felt a lot emptier. The finger she had been forced to cut off was a message sent to her to bare her soul and have it plastered on Olivia’s walls for the rest of her life.
She hoped that Ky could take some comfort in the ring around his neck, in the meaning behind its weight.
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