| Lena | Date: Monday, 28-Oct-2013, 8:07 PM | Message # 1 |
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| Madrid. She longed for it. For the warm breeze on her cool skin. For the sound of music in the streets after dark. The familiarity of it all. Even as she unpacked their things, she found constant reminders of the city she actually fell in love with. Though she got to have the biggest love of all with her.
With each night she awoke she knew he was in the next room waking and stirring, going through his nightly ritual of grooming himself to perfection. Her dearest friend, the only person in the world she trusted with everything she was, everything she has and everything she sees.
Something in the city is clouding her mind, making the migraines worse. Even as she unpacks her head is throbbing, a chronic problem that won't seem to go away. Flashes of visions in her mind, hazy and unclear, she only catches pieces. Monuments in the city, places, faces she doesn't recognize. Cryptic messages through the visions. The spirits are uneasy, they're all talking to her at once, so loud, so very loud.
A scream. Blood curdling scream from her bedroom brings him rushing in to find her on her knees on the floor, holding her head, trembling. She begs him to make them quiet down. She needed some peace, tormenting her and all asking for something, begging and pleading. She can't make out a single full request. Names flooded her mind, she mutters them to him, each name as it comes, names that make no sense, names that mean nothing to either of them.
Two hours of this torment and then it all just stops. She slumps in his arms, exhausted with a throbbing headache. He holds her, cradling her against himself, soothing her with his voice, those words in a foreign language like a lullaby to her ears. He's the only one that can calm it, make it stop. He's the only one that can make the ripples be still. Without him she'd be a mess.
A bottle of sand from the desert. Wrapped carefully with a black scorpion preserved inside. She turns the bottle to see him better, the deadened eyes of the animal flaked with the sand, but yet seemed as though it was watching her. Her fingers move over the jar as if she were petting the dead thing....
"Clarify what I can't see...I think this city is breaking me already...."
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