Beautiful Tragedy

Fourty-five

                       Kayleigh POV

It had been six years since Praimfeya came. Six years of being traps in space with nothing but time.

Six years of heartache, pain, and loss. Reliving and confronting the pain from my past.The heartache of being separated from Tavia, and others we considered friends.
The loss of a life promised to come.

"Momma."

But even in the dark, there was still light shining through.

"Momma, up."

A smile spreads across my face as I hear her soft, sweet voice. I don't bother opening my eyes, I reach out knowing the exact spot she was standing at. Grabbing ahold of her, I pull her up into the bed with me, cuddling her close to my chest.
I feel her giggling against me, as she wraps her small arms around me tighter.

Never did I imagine my life would be like this. When there was more laughter, joy, and love. When I'd gain some version of happiness.
Where I'd give birth to another light in a world so dark.

A baby girl, who captured everyone's heart, and put a pinch of fear in mine. She was so tiny, smaller still at the age of three, than what Apollo was. Hair a shade lighter than mine, a few freckles lightly dusting her face. Eyes so blue, they reminded me of the sea.

Persephonie Aurora Blake.

A little girl, that looked so much like me.

"Yes, momma's up." I tell her opening my eyes, while my hand lightly rubs her back.

"Daddy gone." Persephonie says letting out a sigh of her own.

"Of course he was.." I thought bitterly to myself, not daring to say the words out loud.

I didn't have to look over to the side of the bed, to know Bell was already gone. I let out a deep sigh, starring up at the ceiling.

I wished I could say that after everything we'd been through, that things had gotten easier. And for a while it did.

Until year five turned into yet another year.

With no viable way back to the ground, and radio silence for the last six years, his frustration this last year reached high levels. He was quick to apologize any time a snide comment was made, but words were easier said than unsaid.

I didn't have to question where he'd gone to, I already knew. More often than not he'd be starring down at the Earth, at the one patch of green he called "Eden."

He missed his sister, and I missed her too.

I knew with every breath in my body she was still alive. Waiting for the day we would finally come home.
In the beginning all I wanted to do was go back, was preparing for the day we would return. I kept up with my training, and began including Apollo as well. I wanted them to be prepared. But as more years passed, I questioned if I was doing the right thing, or if I wanted to return.

Persephonie's squirming pulled me from my thoughts, so I leaned down pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"Let's get dressed and go find your brother."

"Pollo!" She squealed excitedly, just as quick she scrambled off my chest, and jumping off of the bed, and running to her room.

Shaking my head, I throw the covers off of me. My children, so close yet so different.

Apollo was quiet and reserved. He thought everything through, looking for all possible answers. He was my serious child, an "old soul- with a mischievous streak", as Monty often said. Persephonie was more playful, the aura around her naturally drawing you in. Their dynamics reminded me a lot of the two friends who were more like brothers. Monty was the realist, and Jas was the dreamer.