Author's note: I'm not a writer, and English is not my natural language, so, I'm sorry for any mistakes.
Squad Levi Week day 1 - Empty spaces
It's just a room, like any other. Simple wooden floor and walls, just a little wasted.
There's a large table, six chairs. On the table, rests a candlestick with three candles, lighting up the room, and also, the faces of the five people, and between them, an incessant noise.
After an exhausting and [apparently] endless day of training and cleaning and other thousand duties, right after the last dying sun bean, all this would meet here.
Here, where after being shared so many stories, laughters and tears, they turned out to be something not very different from a family, and this place, where such stories, laughters and tears were uttered; would become to them, as acquainted as their own homes.
And, besides all the pain they got through, and the phantom of death that was constantly following them, the nights spent in this place were some of the best of their whole lives, and they wouldn't change a thing.
This is a new place.
Well, it's a castle, in the middle of the wild and there's no trace of civilization nearby, so, it's obvious that it would be strange at first sight.
At least they would be there only for a month.
In that castle, there's room, not very different from the one they were used to. Wooden floor, stone walls, both wasted by the time; a large table, six chairs, a candlestick and some candles.
This one is just a bit bigger, darker, older and… well… there's more dust.
"Now this is a serious problem. But nothing that a cleaning can't solve"
Despite this, there's no expressive difference.
Except for the sixth person that now is under their care
It took them a while 'till they got used to this one more person. "Mankind's last hope.".
But once they did, he has become a part of this family too.
And the loud incessant noise, for once still, due to the heavy atmosphere and the shadows of the unknown incoming future; is again reborn and refilling withlife this place; at first strange, and now, so acquaint.
It's almost the same room of thirty days ago.
Simple wooden floor and stone walls, both wasted by the time.
There's a large table, six chairs, a candlestick and some candles.
But something is missing.
There are not five people, like usually.
There are only two.
And there isn't any sound or noise between them. Only silence.
They stand there for a while. Anxious, desperate, all alone. Waiting for their comrades to come back, make a mess and make a noise, whatever. Bring that room back to life. They try to convince themselves that they are coming back.
But who are they trying to fool?
They are not coming back.
In that room, no longer would be heard stories and laughters and tears. That room would be no longer filled with their loud voices, nor the empty spaces left in there and in the hearts of the ones they left behind; with their warm presences.
And after an exhausting and [apparently] endless day of training and cleaning and other thousand duties, right after the last dying sun bean, no more would be heard the loud incessant noise between those who were not so different from a family.
It's just a room, like any other.