✧ ཻུ۪۪. 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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TW: some faint self-deprecating thoughts
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'WE LOOK NOT AT what can be seen, but we look at what cannot be seen. For what can be seen is temporary. But what cannot be seen is eternal. For we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from god. A house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.'
Ella had heard those words before, in the past. They were from her old priest, before, whenever someone within their flock, unfortunately, passed away. Only, now, they were recited by Gabriel, their replacement to any religious living figure. The preacher must have just assumed saying such a phrase would maybe help, after their recent, and rather tragic, loss. Though, it only managed to make their surroundings, just a little, more depressing than they already had been.
And, as a result? Not much was said within the group. That is, after Gabriel gave his religious address, following the burial of Beth Greene.
The unexpected death of a girl loved and worshiped by everyone, naturally, had a large effect on them all.
No one exactly acknowledged it, but they all had gone through their quiet moments of grief, once Beth's body was placed in the ground. Some weren't so subtle about it, like Maggie. The woman, who had just lost her younger sister, was, to put it plainly, a mess. No one had ever seen the brunette so distant, whether that be in conversations, or just the way she began to drag behind the group. Her eyes were constantly filled to the brim with tears, whenever the thought of her blonde siblings' crimson stained hair came to mind.
Though, Ella figured, she couldn't exactly blame her, for her declining state.
After all, she had been the same way. Maybe she still was. Honestly, the in-touch reality of her emotions began to fly over her head, as the days flew by, blending in within each other. Of course, she still missed her two younger sisters, more than words could tell. But, by now, she always found a way to handle her emotions in private, where as no one could see them, anymore. Either by letting herself go when the day turned into night, with quiet sobs, as the silence of the stars above brought with it a bundle of new, untampered, memories.
