ミ☆ - 𝚆𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎
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☽ 19 ABY
IT HAPPENED IN A MOMENT OF ANGER.
Thick, dark plumes of smoke rise into the night sky. Bright flames dance in the darkness, consuming and climbing around the structure of her home. Embers slowly fall down onto the ground around her as Florence stumbles out of her flaming home, coughing. It is a most devastating sight while it is also an oddly beautiful view to behold - bright and colorful and warm to contrast just about everything this place usually has to offer.
It happened in a moment of anger. Such deep, pure anger. A hatred which overcame her. All she did was flail her arms in the middle of a heated discussion and the lit candles that have always been a staple in her home went flying. The curtains went aflame and the entire house soon lit up. Her home. And her parents with it. She hadn't meant for it to happen; she didn't even know she could do such thing
In the spur of a moment, the flick of a wrist, and her home went up in a blaze. Her lungs are tight and she coughs frantically, tumbling over on the dirt. Collecting herself for just a second of inhaling fresh air, she takes a handful of determined and panicked steps toward the flaming house in an attempt to get her parents out. Her mother and father are still in there - she isn't sure what happened to them. Everything happened so quick she cannot recall the series of events entirely.
As she goes to step inside the flaming building something inside explodes in a giant spectacle of flame and heat, and it sends Florence flying back and the house collapses in on itself. She can do nothing to help as she stands there, crying out for them, her dear beloved parents who didn't get the chance to even try to make it out, begging, praying that they're alive. She knows, at heart, that it is purely wishful thinking and it seems unlikely and she stands there, watching as the only home she's ever known succumb to flames before her.
Had the neighbors lived any closer, her parents might have been okay, help might have arrived sooner. But as the nearest neighbors come running toward Florence and the house ablaze - it's already too late. She sobs, loudly, as the world moves around her in slow-motion; water being thrown at the flames from buckets as more and more people come to the rescue of whatever could possibly be left of the house at this point. Which isn't much at all. It's merely a pile of rubble.
It happened in a moment of anger so genuinely rare for her. And she cannot take it back. In a split second, her life changed forever. She never meant for any of this; she was simply upset. Disproportionately so. So angry over something so stupid. She has never been the type to throw fits, she was raised differently; but something came over her, a dark cloud of hatred that sparked a devastating fire.
It was her fault. And she still does not understand what happened. How that could possibly have gone down. The candles flew across the room. She's never seen anything quite like it but it was her doing, she knows it was. And now her parents are dead and she is walking away from the only home she's ever known in the arms of a neighbor she has never had the chance to learn the name of. As the sun rises on the horizon the following morning, she gets assistance from those same neighbors to rummage through the remains of her home in what is now a slowly dying out fire.
There are a significantly small amount of things she can dig out between the rubble, things that did not succumb to the fire. A blaster. Small trinkets she has no use of. Coins. And that's it. The bodies of her parents are nowhere to be found and she thinks that may be better off. She wouldn't want to see them like that either way - perhaps it is a blessing in disguise. She has no one to bury, either.
It happened in a moment of anger - and now she's leaving her home with her belongings in a single bag without a clue, or a plan, for that matter, of what comes next. She's all alone without enough money to get away from here or purchase a place of living. Without any living relatives as far as she's aware, no one to turn to for help. Without anyone to turn to for help. But the very worst of all is the fact that she has to live her life with the knowledge that she killed her family.
And she isn't sure how she's going to be able to live with that. All she knows is that she needs to find out what is wrong with her to cause something like that to happen, and how to tame it. But for now, in this moment; which is one not defined by anger at all but of pure devastation which it caused - she needs to just survive.
