✧ ཻུ۪۪. love is the most beautiful of dreams ,
and the worst of nightmares . . .
in which the quiet sister of lizzie and mika learns that to love deeply is to ache - that hurt is part of the package, and the beauty...
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IT WAS GETTING COLDER.
Summer was evolving into fall, much faster than Ella realized. Her time in Georgia exposed her to the diversity of the seasons more than her home in Florida ever would. The trees were radiant in their decayed state of orange, dying alongside the cold bodies. Death had consumed the environment entirely, for even nature lost its spark, while the leaves crumbled below their feet.
Their time in the suburbs had yet to last very long, hence the transition into northern Georgia. After a group of assailments invaded their temporary home, their quartet migrated to the tracks. Steel lines that ran straight and true, rust gleaming against the sun. A path for the trains that would likely never have the chance to travel, again. Endless stitches into the Earth, a direction innate animal instinct followed — where they found the signs, lamented paper that read Terminus.
The letters, blocks of black paint, read; Sanctuary for All, Community for All.
The four of them, they had nothing else to do. There was nowhere to go, besides the dream that awaited them, at the end of the tracks. A destination starred on the advertisements, posters that lined the path. Worn down by the rain and the other details of the outside, it was evident the community was created a long time ago. Enough time for the world to decide if it was worthy of existing. Likely, already having endured its typical trial and error.
It had been one day, since their journey began. Approximately, twenty-four hours spent under an exchange of the sun and moon, sleeping between leaves and rocks. Nature's bed that Ella assumed was going to be their norm, for awhile. At least, until they arrived at Terminus. Somewhere, with a true mattress. Where dirt used as a blanket would have been frowned upon, sleep coming with a sense of ease and relaxation, rather than the fear of the nearby biters.
Only one day since Ella encountered the room that kept her trapped, far more suffocating than any prison.
