July, The Future - Prelude
A Jennie Fic.
Not the hush whispers at night nor the belly aches could stop Jennie from heading down the crooked stairs in a long clinging gown. There she went, a foot at time gingerly cascading down the stairs till her light feet crossed path with the coarse floor.
She was elated, or rather bonefied as she kept gliding through the hollow room that aligned with the stairs slowly whispering the old song of the West. "Down the alley," She sang. "Through the creeks, down the path where winter calls, down the stairs though the fountain and out to the world, she would go." She stopped once the tip of her toes felt the metal door which towered above her small frame. With a slight push she was out, engulfed by the chilly wind that blew in such a hurry that it caused her hair unwoven to tossle and her clinging gown that hung below her legs to swerve.
Jennie had looked to the sky in astonishment as she began whispering the song of the westerners from her lips once more. She skipped further away from the door she had shut quietly taking paths where light rays born from the crescent luna shore but then, she had halted, listening to the sound of the splashing waves ahead calling out her name in whispers so alluring, it sent her svelte feet from gracing the paths illuminated by the luna to bracing the darkened woods with grasses that grew to her knee-length, and tress yearning to touch the sullen sky. Once her dark eyes landed on the on the gurgling waves, she ran stripping herself of the clinging gown until she was left bare.
Euphoria pumped although not forever as she felt the chilly wind squander to warmth. Then after, she wailed dropping down at the shore in agony as what was left buried in the pit of her soul resurfaced.
It was then it all came back; the belly aches, his rasp voice and hands that radiated her skin in the afterglow.
She felt herself running back to the time in July, when the sun seems so prominent and winds once chilly had shriveled to warmth, Then thy sunflowers had blossomed and the earth crust thickened. Trees which had lost their leaves grew new ones which gracefully danced to the tune of the merry song of the northerners and night sky once hazy showered the isles of the north with a heavy pour of rain. There in the time of July, in the heart of North was where it all started.
Where she had lost what was hers and buried what was left of her- where she had said goodbye to clouds as clear as day and welcomed ones that cascaded mist of miseries.
She had thought she had forgotten July just as she had forgotten the touch of hands... but they had escaped where she had buried them some months ago, and now as she stood shallow faced towards the gurgling waves.
Her flesh raw was devoured, while her soul wailed in pain, sky diving minute by minute.
Before she knew it, tears ran down her eyes blinding her sight. The luna that reflected upon her had disappeared, so did the sound of their voices which faded away. All that could be seen was hue and a drop a gray that sparkled amidst her widened pupil.
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