on the wind, i can hear you call my name. // sam, day five.

[✨ zozo.]

S A M I R A H A R T

 

She climbs to the top of the mountain in an attempt to conquer something within herself. Not fear. Not loss. Not regret. A nameless something, so close, so far. It dances in front of her fingertips, stretching further and further into the sky as she clambers upward, laughing, taunting.

It only makes her grit her teeth and continue on.

Conquered, she sits at the top of the world, fields and trees and a collapsed henge in the distance. She thinks of that morning, of Pillar sprinting away ("Get up!"), her palms on Reese's back ("Run!"), dancing on the brink of Hell's open mouth. Canon fire, the smell of smoke in the rain, a distant humming. Wind whips at her hair, her torn sleeves - she shivers and stays put.

The world is grey. Blood red washed away by weeping skies, clouded vision masked by a torrential downpour. She watches streaks of scarlet disappear from her hands, speckled stains of someone else's blood fading like constellations in the morning light until there's nothing but freckles adorning her limbs.

Fingers numb, she misses his own. Empty spaces where Reese's used to fit. (She made a choice, and it aches.) These hands have killed and these hands have healed and these hands saved his life, over and over again. (She plays him leaving her on repeat in her mind, faces of her sisters flashing in-between seconds, three sets of eyes blurring in to one.) Nestled in her core she knows the grim reality bestowed between them both.  

His death was a promise called home, and yet she still feels homesick for Reese LaChance.

She takes out the crumpled photograph from within her clothes and stares at their sepia faces, smiling lips, warmth and youth and hope. Her whole heart in her hands. A pained laugh escapes her throat, pressing them to her cheeks, her eyes, her lips, drowning in their existence. Home, she reminds herself. A real home, not the home you long for in here, not the temporary kind of sanction she's so used to nestling in for a night or two or ten. Home is two little girls. Home is building it for them. Home is keeping them safe.

Beneath the deafening roar of the rain comes the humming, growing louder as it creeps towards her huddled frame. Soaked to the core she keeps them from harm, tucked safely hidden below her layers of clothes once more. Thud thud thud, thundering skies, she curls into herself and closes her eyes.

Samira.

The wind sighs in her ears.

Reese?

Echoes of a canon, thud thud thud thud thud thud thud.

Eyes open, head raised from crossed arms and huddled knees, an angel soars into the sky to become a star.

There's a spear in his eye.

Thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud-

("Want to kiss a dead boy?"

"I've done tha-")

Rupture.

So this is regret. A great cry from her chest, furious and heartbroken, remnants of acid on her tongue bubbling up and spilling everywhere in foul words and fractured sobs. Not caring if she's heard, wanting the world to hate and hurt and feel as she is.

Explosions underneath her skin, they tell a story of rooftops and dancing and fingertips and stolen kisses and near misses and falling asleep by his side.

A broken boy, irreparable, a broken girl, shattering, one heart beat left between them.

She drowns in guilt, whole body violently shuddering, letting his death drain the air from her lungs over and over again, coming back for air, plunging underneath again. Self-torture. She did this. She left him. She could have saved him. She could have-





She could-





She-






 slips in to darkness, if only for a while.

("You saved me. I didn't deserve that."

"You deserve the moon and the stars, Samira Hart.
You just don't realize it.")

He becomes them.

D I S T R I C T  F I V E

 

i didn't get the chance to flee in my fight thread so i hope it's okay that i post this here.

this is for umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars]