Love of mine
Someday you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark
-Death Cab for Cutie
Follow You Into the Dark
Chapter One
The sun threaded its gold fingers amid the canvas of sky. Clouds curled in, mockingly so, disturbing the immaculate plain of unscarred atmosphere. The occasional cry of a volant creature or the rustle of foliage was the sole source of sound. The earth was tranquil.
Or so it appeared.
The boots which scraped the earth were carless, rugged. The decaying matter which was the grass splayed out before him and withered beneath the pressure of each footstep. The figure's swagger was reckless. The head lowered. The eyes, never once, dared flicker toward the sky. The sky held a source of light.
And the light was a mocking thing.
The ambience was all too.. dreadful. It possessed a certain repose. All too unfitting for the certain circumstance.
How many months had it been?
Six? Already?
It had seemed like merely minutes ago he was grasping her hand. Eyeing the cuffs. Passing her the gun. Being all too aware of the lone, splintering gunshot that elongated from a second to an eternity.
That sound was still present.
Rick's grasp fermented on the flowers' stems. The languid petals descended with a bang to the earth. He was stagnant, then, as he observed the petals. The pallid fragments plummeted to kiss the ground, starkly contrasting against the earthly tones. He disregarded the remnants and proceeded. He had one destination ingrained in his mind. And nothing would deter him.
His stride clipped. His breath heaved. His blue eyes narrowed on location in the distance- a solemn, wooden cross.
When Rick's feet swallowed the distance to the grave, his face instantaneously adopted a somber appearance. His heart throbbed madly, each beat screeching his thoughts to reverberate into his mind. It was you! You were the cause! You are the reason she is dead!
Such a fool he had been. Considered the welfare of his people above her. Because of his actions, she had perished.
Because of him, she was no longer.
Rick's grip increased its crescendo until each flower was extracted of life. The oppressed blossoms plunged to the ground, just below her grave.
It was there he remained for quite some time.
His posture was listless. Rick's shoulders curled in, torpid and feeble. The sun renounced any aggression along his spine as it regressed into the dip of the horizon line. Pensive and weary, he was still in a comatose. Not one word or action from another could tear him from his reverie.
"I'm sorry that I did this to you. " Rick rasped.
There was no response.
He grappled for resistance, any sort, and found it by placing both palms against the cross. The wood had softened from the recent rain, and he found himself slipping on the mire above her grave.
Rick pressed. " If I could take it all back, I would. You know I would."
No token.
He tried once more. Clinging to the sheer fabric of desperation, he growled. "Please.. you gotta believe me."
"And I do." Came the reply.
Rick lashed around, his head pulsating. His fingers trembled and twitched sporadically. He vied for reprieve. Was this simply a trick of the sun? A game his mind had spurned? He had been known to be mad before.
Yet there she stood. Not ten feet away. Smiling.
Andrea approached him and took Rick's hand.
A/N:
More chapters will be up soon!
Brief, but I wanted to get it down before I forgot. Sorry! :)
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