Silent Lovers Ch.5

I don't remember going back inside, nor falling asleep on my bed. Though I did wake up quite groggily.
I lifted my head slightly and took a peek out of the window.

There was no more smoke and it seems the rain had dissipated. It smelled like fresh grass and morning dew.
I laid my head back down and groaned into the pillow.

I felt so useless. Then and now, it seems that part of me will never change.
No matter how much I wanted it to.

I guess I should start packing, since there's nothing keeping me here I might as well leave this behind me.

I'm running away from my problems again.

"Y'know, just because you run away from them, doesn't mean they'll stop. If anything it'll only get worse." A voice in my head chided.

That voice always manages to slip back in my head, at the worst of times. When I desperately didn't need it to be here.
The voice was feminine, something familiar but I chose to ignore and forget in my mind.

I took all the necessary thing with me. Armor, tools, weapons, food, water, and...
Only then did I remember that Jacob's body is still at my door. I could smell the dank, metallic scent waft in through the cracks of my door. How utterly disgusting.

I creaked the door opened, peeked over and saw Jacob's rotting corpse. The mere sight made my eyes prickle with small tears.
I sucked in my breath and bent down. I reached over him and tried to lift his arms above his head. He was so much heavier than he looked, I could barely manage to move him.
I had managed to lug him past my house and bring him around a flat area covered with flowers. I took out my shovel and began digging.

The hole looked about 6 feet deep, I assumed. I did not have enough time to prepare a coffin so I laid a mat at the bottom of the hole.
Then I carefully carried Jacob's body down, adjusting him so he could look at the smallest bit of peace, arms crossed slightly, eyes closed.

"I'm sorry, Jacob. You were a good person, so was the rest of the village."

I looked down on his still form. I tried to block out all the negative feelings, hoping that he could feel my affections even past the grave.

I kissed him goodbye for the very last time, and I buried him.


After packing all the essentials and destroying all the evidence of me inside the house, burning paper and mail, I headed out toward the village that had once been burning down into the ground.
The place was desolate and for a moment I had thought that all life had been gone until I heard a faint, little purr.
At the base of my right leg there had been a kitten that had sneaked its way to me.

"Purrrrr..." The kitten repeated. It kept rumbling on, until I reached down to pet it.

"Ah!" I exclaimed in surprise. The small kitten had jumped on my shoulder where it apparently decided would be a good napping place. I steadied myself and allowed the kitten to rest, poor thing looked like it needed it.

The kitten had soft, brown fur with matching eyes. Around it's nose it also had cream colored spots, almost like the kitten equivalent of human freckles. To be honest, the sleeping ball of fur reminded me a lot of Jacob.
When we had first met he came up to me with his dopey smile of his and greeted me in a way that you greet people who you were close to.
Not to mention he had those freckles that dotted his face like snow.
Jacob really was such a big kid inside, I joked to myself.

I noticed I had been smiling at the memory of him.

The feelings crashed onto me yet again. The feelings of regret, frustration, and sadness mixed in with a bit of emptiness.

The feelings of a lost and tormented person.

I shook away the those ill thoughts and walked further down the singed roads, passing multiple burned down houses. I reached the center of the town, the town center, where the fire was most concentrated.

The pavement around the area that had once been gravel had been covered with black ash, the plants and trees twisted and gnarled like the teeth of a nightmare monster.
The building held up decently, though. The doors were burned and knocked down, stepping over them as I entered. Other furniture that had been flammable were found on the ground, rubble scattered around everywhere.
As I walked around to explore the place, the burnt crisps below my feet crunched as I reached for documents in a metallic cabinet.

I looked through the documents. Building plans for a new hospital, population, recent residence...
Flipping to the last page, I had found my file. It contained my picture, full name, and place of residence. There were many blanks still left on the form which I assumed they would have scheduled me an appointment for me to fill in.

I took my file and burned it. The crisps and black soot flew away with the wind, becoming scattered among the other things that were lost in the fire.


Song played on loop during the writing of this: Summertime Sadness - Lana Del Rey

I apologize for missing Monday's update! Things came up (with a healthy dose of procrastination) and I hadn't come around to updating _

BTW: Short chapter is short. Wanted to "illustrate" what happened after the incident instead of summarizing this whole thing as an opening for the next chapter ;)

Muah! Love you all!