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No matter how large or minuscule happiness manifests in Parumora, it would not last in these parts.
Shattered, torn apart, stifled. Robbed, even.
For anyone to truly be happy here, you needed to rise above the heartbreak, the fear, the idea of your loved ones never coming back but perhaps in the form of a spirit. Aeris grew up honouring the dead, praising their spirits still protecting the Mourners and saving a life when they no longer walked this plane, up until she became a Mourner to fulfill the wishes of her first love.
She didn't know honouring Aaren would be the very thing to send her down the deepest pit of guilt, that he died and she got to survive and made it her mission to ensure his memory did not go in vain. Young, she was young to take that on, and support his family with visits and memories, but they soon moved on and accepted his fate.
She didn't.
It was like clockwork for her. Her moods would improve, her sleep lasting more than four hours as she was able to sleep through most of the night, and Aeris was genuinely smiling and socialising with her associates and friends without hiding her true emotions. Then there came the triggers.
Fear. Despair.
Why did that always seem to be the epicenter of all that has happened? If she thought about it, deep down, she could easily blame either option. That was until the real reason, the real wound that kept opening and opening over again reminded her how life could be fleeting.
Grief.
Aeris could not hide behind her famed helm as she stood amongst Mourners, heads bowed as someone recited prayers for the lost soul they came to lay to rest. Their spirit could not be saved, but she didn't listen for the recounting of their untimely death. All she could do was feel a grief that was old, that grew with her the past couple of years, and never released her from it's ever present company. It felt real, as if it stood with the Mourners gathered, cold arms brushing against her own.
There was a gentle sprinkling mist of rain that covered the grieving scene, giving the illusion of a fog that wrapped around them. To many, this was as close to sunshine on this island. Aeris clenched her fists. Even if the sun shone this day, something would steal away it's light, it's radiant warmth.
Nothing good can last here.
Shattered, torn apart, stifled. Robbed, even.
For anyone to truly be happy here, you needed to rise above the heartbreak, the fear, the idea of your loved ones never coming back but perhaps in the form of a spirit. Aeris grew up honouring the dead, praising their spirits still protecting the Mourners and saving a life when they no longer walked this plane, up until she became a Mourner to fulfill the wishes of her first love.
She didn't know honouring Aaren would be the very thing to send her down the deepest pit of guilt, that he died and she got to survive and made it her mission to ensure his memory did not go in vain. Young, she was young to take that on, and support his family with visits and memories, but they soon moved on and accepted his fate.
She didn't.
It was like clockwork for her. Her moods would improve, her sleep lasting more than four hours as she was able to sleep through most of the night, and Aeris was genuinely smiling and socialising with her associates and friends without hiding her true emotions. Then there came the triggers.
Fear. Despair.
Why did that always seem to be the epicenter of all that has happened? If she thought about it, deep down, she could easily blame either option. That was until the real reason, the real wound that kept opening and opening over again reminded her how life could be fleeting.
Grief.
Aeris could not hide behind her famed helm as she stood amongst Mourners, heads bowed as someone recited prayers for the lost soul they came to lay to rest. Their spirit could not be saved, but she didn't listen for the recounting of their untimely death. All she could do was feel a grief that was old, that grew with her the past couple of years, and never released her from it's ever present company. It felt real, as if it stood with the Mourners gathered, cold arms brushing against her own.
There was a gentle sprinkling mist of rain that covered the grieving scene, giving the illusion of a fog that wrapped around them. To many, this was as close to sunshine on this island. Aeris clenched her fists. Even if the sun shone this day, something would steal away it's light, it's radiant warmth.
Nothing good can last here.