The Pursuit Of Ölum - Book in 30 days

Chapter 19 - Despair - 30/11/2023

"Sister!", I screamed

I shook, in fear

For what? I feared?

Should I have been in fear?

"Sweetheart!", I heard a whisper

But no one did say something

I couldn't not help my balance

I crawled

"Sister

Sister

Sis..."

I tried not to cry

"Sis... ter..."

When I crawled to her

My dress...

Changed its colour to red

I was scared, or was I

I know, I shook

I threw up

In the hole

That she had

I tried to wake her up

But she didn't respond

Her skin

Was as snow

She was so cold

I cried

And cried

And cried

While the man

Only could hug me

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"Why are you leaving with this man?"

"We will be back soon

"Where are you going?"

To a tree

"To a tree?"

"Yes"

The guard looked at me suspicious

But I knew

He did not care enough to not let me out of the town

He went through snowy storm

Snowy weather

But I did not care

I just looked at the snow

And thought about my sister

What did I think?

Why I thought?

I didn't know...

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Through the swirling veil of the snowstorm, a solitary soul strides,

A girl alone, but note, in winter's fragile charade.

Her footsteps, a silent farewell's echo,

The snow thickening like tears, a cold, white echo.

In this cold expanse, where silence reigns supreme,

She witnesses her heart enact the drama of the unseen.

An imagined reflection of a sister far away,

A kindly wandering shadow, the final act of a tale.

"Sister, sister, sister!"

The snow, a stage where nature takes the director's chair,

Like lava flowing over, dressed in mourning's wear.

But in every swirling wind, in each icy crystal,

She sees her sister, a melody of longing, a wistful pistol.

Across the frosty landscape, in the pale light of dawn,

The girl carries her sister, an invisible bouquet of memories drawn.

The snow, a paradox of softness and chill,

Like dreams that melt, flowing away in silent hills.

And in the silence, she hears her sister's name in the wind,

A final greeting from the past, where the heart finds its bind.

So she walks, through the storm and winter's cutting grasp,

Wearing her sister like an unseen cloak, a warming clasp of grief

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Who is that?

"It is her husband

That I told you about"

"I hoped that I will not see him so soon

...

Can I talk with my sister

Before I will say to her goodbye "

"Of course, you can"

"But before I need to do a ritual"

"What kind?

"So Ölum make her soul be in the peace.

"How do you mean?

Or you know never mind..."

He started whispering some words

While holding my sister

And doing interesting gestures

After a while

He stood up

And said:

"We will bury her, together with him

But I can let you say final words

I will be right back soon"

He left

Somewhere

But I did not to care

"Sister!"

I cried

And cried

Cried

"Why? Why?

What did I do wrong?

Why you had to leave me all along?"

No answer

"Sister!" I cried, filled with despair.

"Why? What have I done wrong?

Why leave me alone for so long?"

No answer came; she just smiled,

As if awakened, ready to play, carefree and wild.

She'd offer her guitar, and we'd sing in glee,

Cook and bake, trying to make our father see, to make our father smile

"Sister..." I heard his approach near,

Placing her favourite flowers, a gesture sincere.

He placed the flowers she loved

Around her

And inside a hole

That was left inside her

I wanted to say so many things

To my sister

But the only thing

I could

To grab her hand

And cry

Cry

Cry...