Wake Me Up, chapter 1
The texture of the grave was smooth as she skimmed over it lightly with her fingers, running over the engraving of his name so many times the pads of her fingers became numb with the friction. Behind her the soft, moaning chorus of the people's tears were muted out by the sound of his voice echoing, booming in her mind. ..
Endless dreams he uttered into her ear, countless 'I love you's churning over and over again until it made her feel nauseous. Too young, she thought. Too innocent, too dreamer, too perfect, to go...To evaporate from her life as quickly as the upturning of the wind, to ebb away from people's memories as if he held no signifigance in their life at all. Too young, too young.
Beneath her the grass was plush; the endless valleys a morbid emerald green as the line of his perfectly preened, stony faced army buddies failed to shed a single tear. Her bottom lip quivered, his name blurring in front of her as the drone of the priest became silenced by her choking cries. Nothing, she thought to herself, made him deserve this. The sentence burned and lodged itself in her throat.
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Earlier:
The smell of food made her mind spin and further nausea curl up tightly in the pit of her stomach. In the lobby she heard the swarm of guests solemnly sipping their glasses, quietly muttering their 'what a shames' and 'such a good boy, what a tragic end' and all that artificial crap, she thought to herself. The neat, smooth texture of her dress had become creased, her tight bun now falling out in large chunks past her swollen face. By the catch of the pale light she looked a great deal older than her eighteen years, her eyes flat and vacant as she crouched over the table, accompanied only by his silent Mother doing the dishes.
"Nothing's left to cling on to... You gotta hold on... Hold on to yourself"
Her head snapped up sharply as the voice surrounded the kitchen, the voice surrounding her like a soothing blanket.
And she stood up, drifting towards where he lay... His skin a greyish tingue, his face tautened, the material of his uniform looking ugly and distorted in the limited evening light. She silently cursed whatever forces; seen or unseen, apparent or underlying, that drove his life to end so cruelly.
Endless dreams he uttered into her ear, countless 'I love you's churning over and over again until it made her feel nauseous. Too young, she thought. Too innocent, too dreamer, too perfect, to go...To evaporate from her life as quickly as the upturning of the wind, to ebb away from people's memories as if he held no signifigance in their life at all. Too young, too young.
Beneath her the grass was plush; the endless valleys a morbid emerald green as the line of his perfectly preened, stony faced army buddies failed to shed a single tear. Her bottom lip quivered, his name blurring in front of her as the drone of the priest became silenced by her choking cries. Nothing, she thought to herself, made him deserve this. The sentence burned and lodged itself in her throat.
***
Earlier:
The smell of food made her mind spin and further nausea curl up tightly in the pit of her stomach. In the lobby she heard the swarm of guests solemnly sipping their glasses, quietly muttering their 'what a shames' and 'such a good boy, what a tragic end' and all that artificial crap, she thought to herself. The neat, smooth texture of her dress had become creased, her tight bun now falling out in large chunks past her swollen face. By the catch of the pale light she looked a great deal older than her eighteen years, her eyes flat and vacant as she crouched over the table, accompanied only by his silent Mother doing the dishes.
"Nothing's left to cling on to... You gotta hold on... Hold on to yourself"
Her head snapped up sharply as the voice surrounded the kitchen, the voice surrounding her like a soothing blanket.
And she stood up, drifting towards where he lay... His skin a greyish tingue, his face tautened, the material of his uniform looking ugly and distorted in the limited evening light. She silently cursed whatever forces; seen or unseen, apparent or underlying, that drove his life to end so cruelly.
