Born With A Divine System

CHAPTER 47: REUNION- The Final Part

The city of Willow Fall; months after the devastating attack was still in shambles. Redevelopment efforts were all over the city, as thousands of lives were abruptly interrupted.

But it seemed, the damage was limited to the urban areas. The outskirts of Willow Fall were mostly, unaffected. At least physically, but the scars of loss aren't so easily healed.

Naomi was in her room. The curtains were shut, and the lights turned off. She was on her bed, scrolling away on her feed, when she heard something.

*DING*

Someone was at the door, and she could guess who it was.

Sigh

As she got up, tangled strands of her hair fell. It dragged against the sullied ground, collecting streaks of dirt as it moved. As she opened her door, dust stirred up, getting into her eyes and nose.

*Cough*

*Cough*

She ran down stairs, trying to escape the dust cloud. Hearing another ring of the doorbell, she only got more irritated, causing her to step on a crushed soda can.

"Ow!"

Losing balance she fell back with a thud, grabbing her foot to soothe the pain.

"Dammit!"

Standing up, she went to the door, just as another *DING* came.

"Yes!" She yelled as the door swung open, revealing an older, yet graceful figure.

Her orange hair was pulled into a neat chignon, the strands cascading down her face.

"Naomi, look at this mess! I thought you'd take better care of yourself."

"Yes, I am, and I'm doing just fine on my own." She replied.

"Just look at your clothes, and your hair."

The lady pointed out, grabbing a piece of paper that stuck to her hair.

"You couldn't even tell this was stuck there. This just won't do, I'm coming in." She said as she came in.

'Really, she just barges in whenever she feels like it'

Grabbing the paper from the floor, about to crumple it.

"Huh?" Something caught her eye.

She was stuck staring at it; a drawing she... they made years ago.

'Fuck this!'

She yelled internally.

"I... can't deal with this." She whispered.

The paper tore easily in her trembling hands, its fragments fluttering to the floor like wilted petals.

'You left me, without a word and I'm still a mess'

She bit her tongue, her body wincing in pain.

"I needed that."

"Naomi I've prepared a bath!"

"Ugh!" She groaned.

'Really, she thinks I'm helpless'

She pressed her fingers against her eyes, trying to rub away her exhaustion.

"Thanks Aunt Miller, but I can handle my own bath."

"I won't have any excuses!" She yelled across the room.

'It's not as if I wasn't going to take one today'