Aurelia
It took her a moment to register what had happened to her. She stood there in the threshold and passed over it into some place that wasn't really there, feeling as though she was in some sort of dream-like state. It's an odd place, one that only your imagination could conjure up. The world around seemed like a blank slate, with its dark sand. Sometimes dreams were symbolic, weren't they? She glanced around at the people around, unfamiliar faces that didn't stand out to her. Except for the last one, which she was struck by.
"Zeph?" It came out like a mumble but, the world around was so quiet from all the nothingness that surely he could've heard it. She made her way across the sand towards him, pausing only to glance over the uniform holes and shovels.
She stopped to see that he was filling one, while others seemed to randomly choose whether they were digging or filling the holes. He seemed concentrated, so Aurelia approached the spot beside him and picked up the shovel. She wasn't even sure why but, she knew she had to make a decision. Something compelled her, some intangible force or energy or... maybe it was just a gut feeling.
It felt heavy in her hand. She bent down to touch the sand in the hole, how cool and soft it felt. It was familiar to her, being beneath the surface. The part of her that longed to return home, to return to what she knew, it wanted her to keep digging. She looked back over her shoulder at Zephyr, brows threading together and lips pursing.
The thing was, even if she could go back, she wouldn't belong there anymore.
So she scooped up the black sand and, growing more determined with each shovelful, she let it descend into the pit until the hole was filled.
Aurelia fills the hole.
"Zeph?" It came out like a mumble but, the world around was so quiet from all the nothingness that surely he could've heard it. She made her way across the sand towards him, pausing only to glance over the uniform holes and shovels.
She stopped to see that he was filling one, while others seemed to randomly choose whether they were digging or filling the holes. He seemed concentrated, so Aurelia approached the spot beside him and picked up the shovel. She wasn't even sure why but, she knew she had to make a decision. Something compelled her, some intangible force or energy or... maybe it was just a gut feeling.
It felt heavy in her hand. She bent down to touch the sand in the hole, how cool and soft it felt. It was familiar to her, being beneath the surface. The part of her that longed to return home, to return to what she knew, it wanted her to keep digging. She looked back over her shoulder at Zephyr, brows threading together and lips pursing.
The thing was, even if she could go back, she wouldn't belong there anymore.
So she scooped up the black sand and, growing more determined with each shovelful, she let it descend into the pit until the hole was filled.
Aurelia fills the hole.
standing in the ashes of who I used to be
