The break-up

It was over…

A cold wind blew through Layla's black hair making it fly up and swirl around her head. She sat on a rooftop, knees tightly into her chest and tears streaming down her face. It was over, hundreds of years and it was over. No more killing or screams… oh god so many screams. But why couldn't she tell if it was good or not.

Everything she had seen, and heard, and been a part of. There was no un-seeing or un-hearing or un-doing. And she could tell if her life could straiten it's self out. Or if her life would just be forever be reliving memories of the hundreds upon hundreds of deaths she had seen, and heard, and been a part of.

No, no, it wasn't over…

She couldn't get out of the memories. Just right now there was a girls scream in her head, to many screams she could no longer even but the screams to faces, although that made it better somehow, just a little better. Not being able to see who was screaming, nor being able to tell how old they were, or how long ago they had been killed. But faces flashed across her mind as well, one by one, some horrified, some to scared to have an emotion, some already lifeless. She uncurled and stood up looking over the city she had found herself in. She wasn't sure where she was, picked a direction and ran, before anyone could change their minds about letting her go.

This world was so alien to her, but it was amazing. She hadn't had much time to look. And she just managed to stop the tears as she looked up and the glittering, golden stars. The hustle and bustle going on beneath her was just as awe-inspiring. So many people, not one screaming, or dead. Laughing, smiling, and just going on with what they thought to be normal. This was so far from normal to her, and she loved it, and for a second her lips pulled up into a smile. She looked around over the horizon thinking 'I could go there, I could see it all, everything everyone finds normal, and everything they don't, everything there is, I could see it.' She looked up to the stars a threw back her head and laughed, for the first time in hundreds of years she laughed, and it was her laugh, not something she forced.

It would never be over, but that didn't mean she could start her life… it was a little late, but she didn't mind.

There was a whole world waiting for her, and if she died in it… at least she'd get out of the memories.

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I wasn't sure if it would be better to write from Layla's point of view or not, I think it could be cool but can you tell me what you think?