It's Always Back To You

Eminence (A Reyna Oneshot)

Reyna Ramírez-Arellano strode away from camp to the only place that gave her tranquility.

Jason's grave.

She set down a bouquet of purple roses.

The perfect shade of purple一Jason's favourite.

Eminence purple.

Reyna sighed.

"Jay, where have you gone?" She whimpered, sounding unlike herself.

Away.

Away from you, the wind answered.

Reyna bit back a sob.

"Please don't leave."

He has.

"I need you一you kept me sane." Reyna lamented. She took a shuddering breath before continuing again. "You were my rock. My person. My everything."

But were you his?

Reyna wanted to scream at the wind. Tell it that it knew nothing. About her. Him. Them.

"We rose to eminence together, Jay. You kept me humble. You helped my ambitions grow." Reyna wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

With a choked voice and tear stricken face, calm, perfect Ms. Ramírez-Arellano was gone.

Wildly, she picked up the flowers, faced the grave and yelled. "Purple!" She pointed accusingly at the roses. "Purple for our shirts! Purple that stands for power! Luxury! Ambition! We wore purple, Jason!" Tears were falling harder down her face and her line of sight blurred. "We! We stayed together! You grounded me and kept me from getting too proud!" Reyna shrieked; each word louder than the last. "Jason you left me! Alone!" Reyna crumpled and fell down onto her knees. "The purple stands for another thing as well," she sniffed.

What? Pray, tell us.

"Love." Reyna wept dejectedly一broken一crushed一grief-stricken.

Love?! As if you had a chance, the wind laughed tauntingly.

Reyna covered her face with the roses. "Go away," she mewled.

Reyna Ramírez-Arellano stood up. She wiped her face and set down the roses again一neatly arranged around the tombstone.

Reyna smoothed down her hair and wiped her face clean.

Ms. Ramírez-Arellano was back for another day.

The girl from behind the tree watched Ms. Ramírez-Arellano's mourning back stagger away.

Knowing fully well she would return the next day.

To cry.

To mourn.

To pay respect for the boy she had loved.

And she would repeat this.

Day after day.

Night after night.

But because she was a woman of eminence, Ms. Ramírez-Arellano would keep her happy facade up.

Forever.

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