color me in gold

Lucy · February 24, 2018, 01:21 PM

The fire of fear had burned a hole in her gut so deep that she felt she was beginning to wither away. She believed that she would turn to ash and drift with the wind; no one would find her once it had taken her away. It would have been for the best, she realized. For all that she was, the ghoul had not offered much to the world. In this, she felt that she had taken more than she was ever intended. The remainder of her life would be a fight, she knew, but even still... she was too afraid to die.

Wandering through the early morning of the wood, Lucy noted how desolate the terrain was. While the decimation was not recent, it could still be noted that a disaster had swept through the forest and taken everything with it. Life would return – as it always did – but it had left a dark scar. The ghoul swept her gaze from side to side in search of passersby. She did not want to be caught unaware. A small voice in the back of her skull reminded her of Skwol and she felt a pain seize her chest as she imagined him moving on without her. It would not have been right for the young girl to keep him, or weigh him down. She knew that he would find better companions in time, but Lucy still missed him and the golden sparkle of his gaze. It was what she held close in order to move forward.