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Author: askingxalice
Title: Wake
Story: Phase
Timeline: October 2016 - Adrianna and Sarah are 27, Rayne is 28.
Challenge: Chocolate #6 (grace), Strawberry Banana #29 (a truce)
Word Count: 391
Rating: G
For most of the funeral, Adrianna was by herself. Sarah and Rayne had left as soon as possible to talk things over, and that was a conversation that she had no business being in. Even if Sarah had wanted her there, she wasn’t sure she would have followed them. They had to grieve in their own way, and Adrianna felt as if she had to make peace before she could find an excuse to leave and wait for Sarah’s return outside.
Making her way to the front of the nearly empty church, Adrianna sat in one of the front pews instead of walking up to the closed coffin and closed her eyes to offer a small prayer before she did anything else. As much as Sarah claimed to abhor her sister, she knew that wasn’t true, and she knew that Angie couldn’t have been as evil as she was made out to be either. She had seen true grief in Rayne’s eyes and knew that such emotion wouldn’t have been felt over someone as heartless as Angie had tried to be.
Gazing at the picture that rested on top of the coffin, Adrianna marveled at the female in the picture who was laughing and caught in a moment of happiness. There was no cockiness, no self-destructive force that she had once met in that picture, and she wondered when it had been taken and what exactly had caused such a change. Slowly, she stood and walked forward to lightly rest a hand on top of the coffin, and was surprised to find that her eyes had filled with tears.
“Whatever motivations drove you... Whatever caused your unhappiness... I’m sorry you had to go through that, and I’m glad that you found a way to be happy. I forgive you, for what you did, and I’m also sorry it took until this point for that to happen.”
“She would have been glad to hear that.”
Adrianna quickly turned, snatching her hand from the coffin as if it had burnt her. She didn’t know how to answer Rayne’s comment, so she looked behind her to catch Sarah’s gaze. “...Are you ready to go?”
Sarah at first didn’t answer, only moving forward to quickly and softly rest a trembling touch on the lid of the coffin before she backed away. “Yeah. Let’s go home.”
Author: askingxalice
Title: A House Is Not A Home
Story: Phase
Timeline: October 2016 - Rayne is 28.
Challenge: Strawberry Banana #16 (out of habit), Strawberry #15 (key), Candy Bar Crunch #24 (bare bones)
Word Count: 236
Rating: G
Letting the keys drop to the floor as she shut the door behind her, Rayne toed her shoes off before stumbling further into the house. The funeral was over and her wife was in the ground. The sudden realization of it made her legs give out and she fell to her knees, suddenly feeling as if someone had drained her bones of all their marrow and left her empty. She pulled herself to her feet after what seemed like only a few minutes, to find she had been sitting on the kitchen floor for hours.
Unsure of what to do now, since her last few years had been spent taking care of Angie while the cancer took her bit by bit, Rayne eventually made her way to the living room and stopped in front of the CD player and sound system Angie had insisted on listening to until her last days. Fumbling through a stack of CDs until she found the one she wanted, she barely breathed as she put it in and pushed the right combination of buttons. As the beginnings of the slow and soulful song came through the speakers, Rayne slowly lowered herself to the floor to lie down and let the music wash over her.
One less bell to answer
One less egg to fry
One less man to pick up after
I should be happy
But all I do is cry
Title: Wake
Story: Phase
Timeline: October 2016 - Adrianna and Sarah are 27, Rayne is 28.
Challenge: Chocolate #6 (grace), Strawberry Banana #29 (a truce)
Word Count: 391
Rating: G
For most of the funeral, Adrianna was by herself. Sarah and Rayne had left as soon as possible to talk things over, and that was a conversation that she had no business being in. Even if Sarah had wanted her there, she wasn’t sure she would have followed them. They had to grieve in their own way, and Adrianna felt as if she had to make peace before she could find an excuse to leave and wait for Sarah’s return outside.
Making her way to the front of the nearly empty church, Adrianna sat in one of the front pews instead of walking up to the closed coffin and closed her eyes to offer a small prayer before she did anything else. As much as Sarah claimed to abhor her sister, she knew that wasn’t true, and she knew that Angie couldn’t have been as evil as she was made out to be either. She had seen true grief in Rayne’s eyes and knew that such emotion wouldn’t have been felt over someone as heartless as Angie had tried to be.
Gazing at the picture that rested on top of the coffin, Adrianna marveled at the female in the picture who was laughing and caught in a moment of happiness. There was no cockiness, no self-destructive force that she had once met in that picture, and she wondered when it had been taken and what exactly had caused such a change. Slowly, she stood and walked forward to lightly rest a hand on top of the coffin, and was surprised to find that her eyes had filled with tears.
“Whatever motivations drove you... Whatever caused your unhappiness... I’m sorry you had to go through that, and I’m glad that you found a way to be happy. I forgive you, for what you did, and I’m also sorry it took until this point for that to happen.”
“She would have been glad to hear that.”
Adrianna quickly turned, snatching her hand from the coffin as if it had burnt her. She didn’t know how to answer Rayne’s comment, so she looked behind her to catch Sarah’s gaze. “...Are you ready to go?”
Sarah at first didn’t answer, only moving forward to quickly and softly rest a trembling touch on the lid of the coffin before she backed away. “Yeah. Let’s go home.”
Author: askingxalice
Title: A House Is Not A Home
Story: Phase
Timeline: October 2016 - Rayne is 28.
Challenge: Strawberry Banana #16 (out of habit), Strawberry #15 (key), Candy Bar Crunch #24 (bare bones)
Word Count: 236
Rating: G
Letting the keys drop to the floor as she shut the door behind her, Rayne toed her shoes off before stumbling further into the house. The funeral was over and her wife was in the ground. The sudden realization of it made her legs give out and she fell to her knees, suddenly feeling as if someone had drained her bones of all their marrow and left her empty. She pulled herself to her feet after what seemed like only a few minutes, to find she had been sitting on the kitchen floor for hours.
Unsure of what to do now, since her last few years had been spent taking care of Angie while the cancer took her bit by bit, Rayne eventually made her way to the living room and stopped in front of the CD player and sound system Angie had insisted on listening to until her last days. Fumbling through a stack of CDs until she found the one she wanted, she barely breathed as she put it in and pushed the right combination of buttons. As the beginnings of the slow and soulful song came through the speakers, Rayne slowly lowered herself to the floor to lie down and let the music wash over her.
One less bell to answer
One less egg to fry
One less man to pick up after
I should be happy
But all I do is cry