Digging up the past
He had wished Laguna never showed him her grave, but such rational thoughts did
not come to him at this time. His bare hands ripped at grass and soil in a desperate
frenzy. His life had slowed down since the battle with Ultimecia, although this bothered him
If he could just see and hold the mother he had never known. The cold soil numbed his fingers
and embedded into his finger nails. Near her grave
on a business trip that he didn't actually "need" to attend he felt himself drawn here
maybe even pulled by something. He couldn't tell if he was mad or if this is what he had always wanted
as he tore at the earth as he had been tore from her. With a small thud his fingers hit a black weathered coffin
its lacquer worn and now matte with small scrapes upon it. He didn't notice that he had nearly dug up the coffin entirely.
He fearfully opened the coffin, afraid of the unknown. Never once had he seen a photo of her. Nor felt her warmth or caring gaze.
his heart pounded like a drum, and caught a glimpse of a once red dress, faded with time to a dark pinkish hue,
or perhaps it was the very large full Autumn moon discoloring it. He didn't breathe for a few seconds as time seemed to freeze.
Her features mirrored his very much. Her skin was very pale. Her eyes closed calmly.
He could gain no thoughts other than the pounding "HUG HER" "LOVE HER" into him.
His arms seemed to move by themselves. He grasped her behind the shoulder blades.
She not only looked like she were unconscious but felt that way as she was her torso was limp.
Was this the work of the magical beasts in the area? That thought didn't occur.
He brought her into a tight embrace. She did not smell of death, but only of dirt.
Which he was surprised he could tell through the intense sobbing. He broke the embrace to stare into her closed eyes and hold her hand
he grasped it. soft and cold. He gasped sharply. Had he seen what he thought?
He released her and she fell her hands landing gently at her thighs with a soft thud she fell back.
Thats when he actually saw it. The large gash on her wrist staring him in the face. Wide Open, but dried and brown.
He couldn't breath think or Run. All time seemed frozen again.
Raine Loire had taken her own life.
