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⌠A DAY OFF⌡ ❝normality is a paved road. it's comfortable to walk but no flowers grow.❞
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THE AFTERNOON FELT sorely different in the building they were occupying at the moment. Sundry voices of infliction clamor became a feast for everyone's ears, a sinful environment that perfectly tested the goodness remaining in each person's soul. No one revealed mercy here, all she encountered were two-faced people with an absurd devotion to something against the law, against Mother Nature even. And that eminently ruined all her perspectives on humanity.
Eustacia Ryle was trapped inside this abhorrent building, immensely hoping that all the tormented and doldrums voices would leave her alone. The girl extremely wondered how they could live in peace without being overshadowed by the voices of the prisoners, but it was all gone when she recalled that her sister was one of the many prisoners. Evangeline's voice had coalesced with them and from the sound of it, she wasn't sure her sister would survive until tonight.
It was too uphill to just stand and listen without being able to do anything, but unfortunately, Eustacia was just an innocent girl who was aghast here because of her own parents. This calamity wouldn't happen if Sapphira and Haggen Ryle make no mistakes. And therefore, the seeds of unnecessary hatred embarked to branch out within the young girl's soul.
"Do you remember Margaret Carter?" Sapphira questioned and handed a scrapbook to her daughter, tears leaking out of her eyes one at a time. "You told me once that she was someone you looked up to. You never stopped talking about her, not even for a second. When you first get diagnosed, I've actually asked her to sign your scrapbook. That's your only wish on that day."
Eustacia took the scrapbook, looking at it blankly. "I don't remember."
"I'm sorry that I couldn't protect you. I've always been sorry about that." Sapphira apologized as she crouched down in front of Eustacia, stroking her face gently. "Why don't you, like Aunt Peggy, wear intelligence and bravery as your greatest weapon and do only good things for your country? Like her — I want you to live like her." Sapphira paused for a moment as she scanned her daughter's entire facial feature before her own face morphed into an optimistic one. "Do you want to come with me and your father? Do you want to get out of this place with us? It's still not too late, I can ask a little more time to Patterson so we can escape. If you stay here longer, you might also get suffocated to death."
Those sentences made Eustacia look at her mother with an absolute rampancy, not wanting more than to vituperate her. Deep down, suffocated or not Eustacia preferred to die here, because then, Evangeline didn't have to die alone in this foreign soil. They've made a promise to pull through everything together, including death, and Eustacia couldn't turn her back on Evangeline now when her sister was truly in need of someone.
