The sun didn't shine the day he came. The clouds lingered in the sky and painted it a melancholy grey. The birds didn't sing and the flowers didn't dance to the song of the wind.
Val thought it was one of the ugliest days she'd ever witnessed, and she loved it. She loved how things didn't seem so vividly bright and colourful. She loved how the sky wasn't a blindingly beautiful blue. She loved how the birds and the animals weren't singing odes to what almost everyone else thought was another sublime day. She loved it because she thought it was the way things were meant to be.
It wasn't that she was morose, or she had a morbid soul. She just saw the world in a different way, in a perspective she thought was the right one.
When her alarm had sounded, and she had shifted the heavy cream curtains and peered out her window to take in the damp terrain below her and a hint of a smile had brushed her face.
To her, days like this brought out a little bit of what people struggled so hard to hide. To her it let the polychrome filter people had covered their lives with slip a bit. It let the paintings everyone had put in place crack, just a little, but enough so that suddenly, those tired lines underneath a friend's eyes were ever so slightly more prominent. Enough so that the concealer pasted onto the person next to you didn't hide all the bruises as well as it should've.
She didn't enjoy seeing everyone's pain. She didn't secretly love others' suffering; she just thought that the walls of propaganda people built were pointless. That the lies and sweet nothings they fed others were worthless. She thought the perfect façade people assembled were useless. The truth always came out, wether one wanted it to or not. The lies always led to nothing, creating a web of trouble not worth it's cause. Not that she had never lied, she was only human after all. She just thought that the dirty laundry you hid always fought it's way back out, somehow.
Because she believed in some sort of justice in the world. A sense of truth, of morality.
Her mother had never spoken to her of any God of any kind, but she did believe in one.
She believed that there was someone watching over her, over everyone, over the choices people made or the path they paved; and most of all she believed in a day of reckoning. Not just unearthly; but a day on earth, when people answered for their sins and those around them, one way or the other. Where their secrets, known or not caught up with them.
What she didn't know, was how soon hers would come.
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Where the Stars Align
RomantizmShe was a drifter. Always had been. Living a solitary life with only her mother as a constant. She moved around a lot. Never stayed in one place long enough to be known; learnt not to get attached, not to let herself love things, and she never had a...
