closed started with @desolxte || Levi & Kuchel
Kuchel Ackerman died many years ago, her rotting corpse found by her estranged brother and buried. None would ever search for a deceased whore. None could have ever imagined, on the verge of death, when her sickness had her paralyzed, prisoner to a withering body, slowly but steadily losing strength, and her sanity, she would have found the power to stand back on her feet. That losing her son, the last remaining light of her life ended in the hands of animals who didn't understand the first thing about his tender heart, would bring her back to the world of living, instead of being the finishing blow to a woman who had long lost any will to live.
She was alive, but was her heart still beating ? Any air filling up her lungs? Was her body still warm to touch, or as cold as her eyes? An empty vessel she had become, void of any human emotions, vessel of one single HOPE. The hope of seeing her son again. To think, even in the rotten soul of hers, hope could survive. Maybe, if she could still have a part of her human — her who desperately denied her humanity — maybe it was still possible to find Levi. Even when years had passed, even if he didn't any longer remember her, even if there were no clues if he was even alive— he was her blood after all, and tragedy seemed to be part of their nature.
She has found a note in the apartment she lived in those days, with an address and an hour written on it. A date? There was no mistaking it, the sloppy handwriting was Kenny’s. She could have him waiting, for the nerve he had to think he could decide when and where they'd meet. Yet, when had she managed to escape the shackles they were bound with? It was more than just blood, or family ties. No matter how many times she tried to stay away from him, she'd always find him before her, him unchanged, while she'd be even more broken, even less of a person, than she was last time their paths had crossed. She held respect for him, after years of resenting him. For his ability to survive, and pretend to care even if having long lost his heart as well.
She expected no less from him. An empty pub, a dark place where very few would dare to set foot if they were on their own. She had arrived first— no surprise, to have her waiting. There was no bartender, no waiter, nobody in sight, when she took seat in front of the counter, standing out in her white dress. She used to like those dresses, when she was younger. Now, she'd wear them on more rare occasions, when she wanted to make a point— dress like a virgin, as if she hadn't sold both her body and soul.
She heard a voice coming from behind her back. Little she cared for what they said. Probably to complain the store was still closed. If so, why had she found the door open and unlocked? ❝ I'm waiting for someb- ❞
