✧ ཻུ۪۪. love is the most beautiful of dreams ,
and the worst of nightmares . . .
in which the quiet sister of lizzie and mika learns that to love deeply is to ache - that hurt is part of the package, and the beauty...
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THE SUN WAS HOT THAT DAY.
As in, the type of heat in which burnt your skin to the touch. When the sun rays above beat relentlessly down against the exposed skin below, causing for the sweat deep within your pores to seep out, over a due course of time. To some, this higher degree in temperature would have been enough to leave a slight scarlet blemish on their skin, if not for the long sleeved flannels, and button-ups, most were prone to wear during this sort of weather. That's how grave the Virginia sun radiated off of the living, and dead, below.
Although it may have been irritating to deal with, the heat, in a certain way, had been a great assist in clearing the minds of those who resided in Alexandria, a damaged community, in an even more so damaged world. The light above carried a purpose to shine down upon the newly planted seeds below the layer of top soil, installing guarantee of a new beginning for those in need. A sheen of sweat to wipe off a workers forehead had given a different topic to converse about, too, other than the several hundred rotting corpses they had been assigned to remove from the blood stained streets.
It was a natural source to help rid of the elephant in the room, one may say.
Instead of having to regard the freshly opened wounds of Alexandria, all it took was one step outdoors, for a person to acknowledge the heat radiating off their skin, rather than any stench of the leftover dead. Denial saw fit in the community, most especially when the trauma in which inflicted upon them had occurred only a mere week, or so, ago.
Ten days.
Ten days since a herd of the dead outside found a new refuge outside their community gates, then later saw a point of entry from the fallen church steeple, allowing for those very same creatures to walk alongside their untouched streets.
Ten days since the intruders titled walkers had been slaughtered, by the same hands which once sought to restart a life away from such violence.
