When the book comes out, Lisa makes sure to flinch the first copy that is printed. The sight of her words in print is still an unbelievable sight. She can barely stand to touch it, let alone open it. However after a few minutes she finally works up the courage to sneak a peek.
Dear Lord it is actually her book! Someone didn't just accidentally use her cover art.
As she leaves with her exclusive copy, she feels light than air. Years of ink and blood intermixing have finally yielded results. And she did something few could do. Even if sales weren't good, she still had left her unique mark on the world.
The blinding lights that surround her as she weaves through traffic on her motorcycle make her nostalgic. Without realizing she hums a tune from a cold land til she arrives at her destination. With hurried, excited steps she runs up to show them the result of her hard work.
"Can you believe? I finally did it! People are actually looking forward to the what I have to say," There is no response, but Lisa doesn't worry. "I made sure to save a copy just for you. You were my inspiration after all. I hope you enjoy it!"
With hands that she refuse to let shake, she lays down the book at the bottom of the two grave markers. If she lingers too long, the tears will fall, and she can't bare to be sad during such a happy day, so she quickly heads off to her bike and straps on her helmet without faltering,
However before taking off, she can't help but look back and try to memorize the sight.
Von: the story of the 2014 Sphinx Bombings, it looks so out of place on the cold hard ground, but it still manages to warm her heart.
"I hope you enjoy your immortality in these pages, Nine, Twelve." With that Lisa takes off as a warm summer breeze carries her all the way home.
A.N. A sorta sequel to my fic Poet, while she still misses them, I kinda wanted to show Lisa channeling that grief into something positive to help fight it.