From the Ashes

32

"'The fear I'll never
Overcome
Is the fear of losing
You.'"

- Unknown

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Shaking, Bear brought herself to stand, the left side of her frame dotted with crimson. The gun in her hand shook, as she pushed herself to adjust it into safety mode.

She needed to do anything, something, to get her mind off of the bodies now going cold on the floor.

Turning around, her face was blank, as she pushed her arm through the doorway of one of the closed off rooms of the small house. The walls were clothed in hanging carpets, the rigging spiralling.

There, on the nightstand, was a beautiful book black book decorated with minimalistic red designs. In the midst of it all, she read the title,'Malorie.' Her fingers tracing the letters.

It was the book Reese was reading when they first met.

"Good book?"

"y-yes!"

Picking it up, something tumbled out from the midst of the pages, skidding across the floor and hiding itself underneath the bed.

Holding the book to her chest, she bent down and let her fingers run on the floor under the the bed, suddenly feeling a prick against her fingers, as she pulled out the fallen card.

"Never call me a princess."

"W-why not?"

"Because I was never a good girl."

Pulling it out was a photo of Reese, Noah, and Bear. These things were a rarity, even down here, so she had remembered when they'd bought it for quite a bit. Expensive piece of paper, that printed a memory.

Standing up, she quickly walked out of Reese's room, feeling as if she were trampling on fragile flowers when entering this room alone.

Taking a deep breathe in the living room, she averted her eyes from Noah's slightly outreached hand, calling her to him.

Plucking the glasses that were laid out on the bench, she remembered how Noah would wear them when he was off to work. Or, he'd put them on to read something. Reese liked to say he was a slightly blind bat when you got up close.

"I'm Noah Blanth."

"I was your nurse when you came in."

Smiling subconsciously, Bear slipped them onto her head, liking the feel of the cool metal booking behind her ears. Trailing her hand down the side, she felt an etching. N,B was carved onto the right side.

Bringing herself up walk around the table, she pulled open a tin lid, and broke apart the puzzle. Securing each piece inside the small container.

"What if she doesn't make it?"

"Than she'll haunt us till our last breaths."

Walking across to the coach, she leaned her back against the back of the coach, the green cloth shrouding her vision from them, as her eyes now stared with a ferocious anger in them.

A book on her lap.

A pair of glasses in her hair.

A box with puzzles by her side.

A photo in her shaking hands.

Running down the hallway, Bellamy threw open the door to Noah and Reese's house, his eyes first latching on to the siblings corpses laid to rest by each others side. A halo of blood pooling around Reese's short, chocolate curls.

Sitting on the ground, leaning against the dark green, velvety coach was a figure staring forth with a blank, emotionless look in her eyes.

A part of Bear wanted to hold on to those hazardous emotions, the ones that caused you to burst into tears at even the memory of a person. But, there was a problem.

She felt as if she no longer had anymore tears to cry.

"I love you."

Smacking her head against the back of the coach, Bear threw the gun across the room as an empty cry rose from her throat. The sound echoing down the hallway.

"Always."

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Authors note:

Don't you just love how both Reese's and Noah's last lines match up perfectly as a declaration of their love for her and how they always will no matter what-

Let the PTSD... begin