Fallen From Grace (#Wattys2017)

Chapter V

Trigger warning, read at your own discretion.

Eleanora rushed home and ran up the stairs to her apartment. Slamming the door behind her, she dropped everything and let the tears run down her face as she slid down the door, pulling her knees to her chest as she weeped into her arms. She was thought she had become accustomed to the pain that she felt, but...maybe she wasn't.

She allowed herself the luxury of crying for a few silent moments before getting off the floor. Making her way into her washroom, she washed her face before looking at her reflection. Her white hair was completely disheveled, her eyes puffy and red as her white skin was pink and flustered.

Her fingers twitched, before she rolled back her sleeves, looking down at the white skin that was littered with even paler scars. Looking down at the scars, she sniffed at her weakness before covering them up again. Walking into her room, she rummaged through her closet before finding what she was looking for.

At the end of half an hour, Eleanora had bathed and pulled her white hair into a neat bun as she wore a long sleeved black skater dress with stockings. Pulling on her shoes, she grabbed her essentials and coat before making her way out. Locking the apartment door behind her, she made her way out into the cold street as she pulled at the collar of her coat to keep her warm.

Walking down the sidewalk, she kept her gaze down as people turned to look at her due to her snow white hair. She stopped at a flower shop to buy a bouquet before resuming her journey.

Eventually she came to the graveyard, her destination. Walking down the row of graves she finally stopped at the ones she was searching for. Eleanora stood over the graves of Mason Clark, beloved father, husband, son, and friend to all. Olivia Clark, beloved mother, wife, daughter and friend to all. Adrian Clark, beloved son, brother, and friend to all who was taken from us too soon.

With a quivering smile she crouched down to dust away the leaves that lay on the ground. Settling down in front of the three graves, she placed down the flowers on the ground as she looked at the stones that bore their names.

"Hi." She choked out. "Mom. Dad. Baby bro." Her eyes welled up tears as she looked up at the gray sky and blinked them away.

"God, I promised to stop crying." Eleanora choked a laugh as she wiped away the tears. "There are so many things that I want to tell all of you...but..." Her voice cracked as he tried to continue her sentence.

The tears flowed freely as she buried her face in her hands, sobbing into them. She sat on the ground, crying shamelessly at how much she missed her family. Eleanora heard the rustling of leaves and a sudden warmth beside her as she looked up with red and puffy eyes, a look of surprise evident.

Apollyon sat beside her, his knees pulled up as he held three black Dahlias in his hand before placing them on each of the graves. He didn't meet her questioning gaze as he got a far off look in his eyes, while Eleanora continued to stare at him through the haze of her tears.

"They're in heaven." He informed her suddenly. "Your parents heaven is made up of memories with you and your brother, as well as the memories they shared together." He smiled softly, something that was unlike the Devil.

"Your brother, Aiden-"

"-Adrian." She corrected with a sniffle and wiped away her tears.

"Adrian...His heaven consists of you, your parents, and...cars." He chuckled as he still had that far away look about him. He blinked once and the look went away. He rubbed his eyes and turned towards a hiccuping Eleanora.

"May I?" He inquired softly, holding up his hands almost as if though he wanted to brush away a strand of her hair. Being too tired to protest, she nodded. He placed his hand on the side of her face as a rush washed over Eleanora, forcing her to inhale and hold her breath as she was remembering something.