Alrighty, So before you get into this story; I'd like to apologize in advance for the poor quality, This is my first ever fanfiction. It's short; I'm aware. But I promise they will gradually become more descriptive and in-depth. I'm still learning my way around, And hopefully you enjoy reading this. I hope you enjoy, And feel free to leave any comments :)
Reincarnation is the religious or philosophical concept that the soul or spirit, after biological death, begins a new life in a new body that may be human.
It was a fair day. The sun was gradually rising, The sky pulling it into a tight embrace. And the whimsical clouds sprouted across, Shapes of all kinds formed in the tranquil blue sky. The bright, blinding rays shot through the perched window waking Rose from her heavy slumber. A soft groan escaped from her barely parted lips, "Hmph.." She plopped her hand over her squinting eyelids, For a long moment, She lay, The warmth looming in the atmosphere, Constructing around her. The pigments of her cherry red hair becoming an eccentric shade of neon scarlet. Finally gaining the effort to fully get up, Rose rubbed her eyes, It was early morning. A Saturday, thankfully. She exhaled a fragment of a sigh. The apartment which she was now living in was tedious . It was old. Really old. And really worn down. Her mother hated it. And so did Rose. Although, Dating Cal was worse. He was conceited. Rose didn't mind being 'poor'. In fact, She enjoyed the life style. Working hard to earn the nice things in life, Instead of having it all handed to her on a golden platter. She chewed her lip, The silence of her home now scheming in. She finally pulled herself up, The city below her chaotic and lively. It always seemed that way. Day in and day out. The honks of the taxis became a lullaby and the stench of the smoke and the nearby fast food restaurants reminded her of childhood. The long walks in the early autumn. With her father, He would grip her hand. And they would wander toward the park. Afterwards, He would take her to an ice cream parlor, Each day a different flavor. And they would return home right before Rose's mother came home from work. A bitter familiar emotion sank through her, He was gone now. And she still couldn't accept this. It was the most lonely and bare feeling to wallow in. A reminder she was alone. Each day her mother would growl in disgust, All he left us was his debts. She never seemed to remember the nice things he did. The flowers he purchased for her. And the dinner dates he would surprise her with every Thursday. He truly loved her. Before Rose could deepen into this train of thought, A loud holler clamped through the city streets. She leaned forward, Slouching onto the window frame, Her vision narrowing as she struggled to pick out the situation. A poor boy plummeted through the swooping crowd of people. And behind him was a shop keeper. There was pushing and shoving. But the poor boy was a bullet. Striking his way through the crowd of people without harming any of the surrounding citizens. Soon enough the shop keeper gave up, His back heaving in exhaustion, And with one last stride of aggravation, His hand curled up in a fist, Slashing in the air. He screamed several profanities before turning back in his pathway, Stomping each foot like a toddler. Rose averted her attention to the poor boy, But to her surprise, He was gone.