Post by Rania Fujikagi on May 11, 2017 19:41:50 GMT -5
It’s always the same dream. She can never recall it in full detail and what she does remember is always a little blurry. The setting never changes. She’s always wandering around a convenience store. It’s about mid-day and the weather is an autumn chill. She remembers the clothes she was wearing, a black leather jacket over a blue blouse, light-washed jeans and dark heeled boots. Every time, she’s on the phone with someone but she can never remember the words that were said. On the other hand, that feeling, the raw emotion, it’s as clear as day. She absentmindedly picks up a bottle of Perrier but it cannot distract her from the annoyance and frustration she feels. There is a deep sigh and she hears the tail end of the conversation.
“All right, I understand. Fine…” Her voice is weak, lethargic, and it trails off.
That's it.
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Eyes opened to a blurry gaze of darkness. Rania always awoke crying from that dream. Last night was no exception as she found herself tossing and turning alone. The stinging feeling in her heart ached so much that her body shook, hot tears streaming down her face as she clutched herself.
“It’s going to be fine. It’ll be fine,” she whispered to herself inside this murky place. It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust. She closed the door behind her and only filtered light through the closed blinds illuminated the area. You could see dust floating through these brightened areas. Nobody had lived here in weeks—no sign of life, not in this apartment that she used to share with him. Rania had only stopped by to bring a few things back to where she currently resided—with Hazuki—but it hurt every time because of the memories that remained, haunting and hurting.
“What was the point of it all? Was that it?” She whispered to herself again. There was another sigh. She could have just grabbed what she needed and made for the exit but something kept her lingering. “Was that it?” She said a little louder this time. Her hands began to tremble. She balled them into fists so tight that her fingertips turned white as anger began to rise. “Was that it?!” This time, Rania yelled it.
She took her ring off and slammed it down on the kitchen counter and repeated once more, “So what was the point of it all?!” Her voice wavered. It was close to cracking. She didn’t want to breakdown here. She didn’t want to breakdown crying, not here; anywhere but here she silently pleaded.
“No, no…” Rania whispered. “No, it’s not fine.”
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Word count: 441
Total: 441
“All right, I understand. Fine…” Her voice is weak, lethargic, and it trails off.
That's it.
- - - - -
Eyes opened to a blurry gaze of darkness. Rania always awoke crying from that dream. Last night was no exception as she found herself tossing and turning alone. The stinging feeling in her heart ached so much that her body shook, hot tears streaming down her face as she clutched herself.
“It’s going to be fine. It’ll be fine,” she whispered to herself inside this murky place. It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust. She closed the door behind her and only filtered light through the closed blinds illuminated the area. You could see dust floating through these brightened areas. Nobody had lived here in weeks—no sign of life, not in this apartment that she used to share with him. Rania had only stopped by to bring a few things back to where she currently resided—with Hazuki—but it hurt every time because of the memories that remained, haunting and hurting.
“What was the point of it all? Was that it?” She whispered to herself again. There was another sigh. She could have just grabbed what she needed and made for the exit but something kept her lingering. “Was that it?” She said a little louder this time. Her hands began to tremble. She balled them into fists so tight that her fingertips turned white as anger began to rise. “Was that it?!” This time, Rania yelled it.
She took her ring off and slammed it down on the kitchen counter and repeated once more, “So what was the point of it all?!” Her voice wavered. It was close to cracking. She didn’t want to breakdown here. She didn’t want to breakdown crying, not here; anywhere but here she silently pleaded.
“No, no…” Rania whispered. “No, it’s not fine.”
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Word count: 441
Total: 441