TRIBULATIONS

30.

We are not even in the middle of the story. Edit: It's been 2-3 or 3-4 months? I'm not sure. Sometimes I cannot continue my stories, I even rush because I'm so excited to end it. But this time I am not, I desperately want to give you guys a long ride full of joy, sadness, and chaos. So It's safe to say that I'll try my best to publish more chapters, though I have a lot of chapters in my drafts, I just don't publish them as soon I finish the chapters.

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Arthur slowed down and Pierre huffed slightly, an irked expression on his face as he glared at the curly headed man.

Arthur looked up at the sky, cars, objects, dead bodies were being thrown away from Dreamaspira, to Mispair. He finally understood. The only reason why Mispair was so filthy, was because Dreamaspira had been feeding them their leftovers. Spreading lies to cover up their secrets. Arthur's eyes wearily searched around the foggy area, it reeked of rusty metal and burned flesh.

His chest was heaving as he took a step forward. He got more confident, and started to hurriedly walk over each car that looked familiar, hoping to find his family members' bodies that were ruthlessly shoved inside their cars only to be discarded away. As the tenth car had been searched, Arthur became more anxious. He mumbled under his breath, "..Where.." or "..Please.. No.. No.." and "..Damm it! ..Shit.. Shit!"

Pierre's eyes trailed over Arthur's frantic state, he wanted to intervene, but what good will come out of it? So he decided to stand there, and patiently wait for when the man needed support.

Arthur used his back to push a car that was piled over another, he turned around rapidly, ignoring the way his head spinned, and then...

He grinned, "..Yes... Yes!!" His smile slowly faded, he had recognized his mother's faded beige mermaid type dress, but...

Sadly.. He had not recognized his mother's skinny, dried out and wounded face.

And he dropped down on his knees, and vomited. Arthur inhaled sharply, before the tension built up and he let out an unrestrained, guttural scream. His hands trembled, and his throat ached as he screamed, snot ran down his nose, his eyes were filled with tears that poured down continuously. He shuddered like a leaf being blown away by the harsh wind.

Soon, his hands found their way to his mother's body. He clutched onto her dress, despite the foul smell, Arthur wanted to drown in her scent. The scent that had already long disappeared, and would never return.

"..M-mommy.. Come back!! I'm so sorry.. I'm sorry.. I wish I had taken very long that morning.. Maybe this wouldn't ha-have happened..!" He sobbed into her chest.

Pierre clenched his fists, no matter how much resentment had been there for this privileged young male, right now, he could feel all of those disappear as he watched the way an adult man had turned into a child for the right reasons, and had wept for his mother but unfortunately, she was unresponsive.

Some time passed, and all Pierre could hear was Arthur's silent sniffles, and sobs. He felt a metal against his cheek, and that's when it hit him.

The locket.

He lifted his head up, tears dripped on his Mother's chest. The locket looked.. Fresh. Despite the fact that it most likely had been burned, and thrown away.

Why..?

Why was it still intact? Why was ist alright but his Mother wasn't?

And was he really getting furious at an inanimate object?

He sighed as he gently removed the locket from around his Mother's neck. He took his time as he stood up, and walked back to Pierre who analyzed him, but without a stare of pity. And for that Arthur was grateful.