How do we live and love when we know that everything we have will turn into ashes?
Now that Zcyhie Elizabeth Fleuvis is back, someone threatens to inflict everything in her normal, stable life. The tranquility of her old town, Stygian Realm, along F...
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Zcyhie Elizabeth's POV
As far as my eyes could see, there was a large, black gate that seemed brand new, released just before days. It had a beautiful metal craft engraved on the gates and had a mixture of faint smell moss and lavender. It had been weeks after the encounter. I cried and mourn to sleep. But I needed to be strong.
I let a sigh the moment I climbed down from the car. The corner of my lips turned up the moment I touched the gate. It had no lock as I tried to open it. It was new but it seemed like old that instantly gave in as I opened it very easily. My eyes furrowed as it gave a high-pitched creaking sound that sent a shiver down my spine. But because of my courage, I walked through it.
I scanned my eyes towards the cemetery, Stygian Realm. My eyes darted through the hundreds of tombstones around me and each everyone was bearing the name of a soul who once lived. With all my courage, I took a step ahead and the centuries-old marble tiles creaked under me. I'm sorry.
I took a gripped at the basket full of flowers and roses as I walked ahead. At the other side, I saw an extensive graveyard. A foul stench filled the heavy air and the sound that I could hear was the rustling of dry leaves and my footstep. I glanced at my back, Clement was walking behind me. I had to walk fast. I smiled when I saw my Andrew's tomb.
I glanced back at Clement, he sat on the top of an empty area and as he seemed to stare at me. I snatched up my bag as I sat down at the green lawn. I placed a basket full of flowers and lighted a candle.
The corner of my lips turned up and asked, "How's your fucking life, Andrew?"
"Are you happy?" I added, still locking my eyes at his tomb. "How many chicks have you met there? or I say, fishes?" I let soft laughs filled the air.
"I hope you're happy." I sat despite the dirty surface of the grass. "You see, I'm living the hell out of here." I continued, crossing my arms.
The wind blew, leaving strands of my hair fly away. "And with that I miss your goddamn stories about myths and stuffs whenever I fell down," I said as I lighted his candle once again.
"But dang, you knew I loved you right?" I drew a long breath as I wrapped my arms around myself. "Always remember that you will always have this place in my heart."
"But I'm stuck between this two idiots," I uttered as I shook my head.
My breath quickened, sighed. "Life keeps messing up. I suppose I'd just pinpoint who's way worst."
"I want to update you every day, just like yesterday. When you're still you and we're still we," I whispered, as I relaxed my shoulders. "But shit happens, Evans was also gone. I won't let life messed me up once again." I added.
"Thank you... a lot." I flashed a wide genuine smile before I bid goodbye.
I stood up moving further into the cemetery, along with a fresh chill from my spine. I surveyed the grayish white head stones dotted the landscape before me. It felt like any moment, ghostly sentinels would wake up from their eternal slumber.
