Foundry
Reanimated for the 4th Time
((Here we go, thinking of the most conclusion-y thing I can.))
It was around one in the morning, and everybody was asleep, except for Jake. Backpack resting on his shoulders, he looked around the house and went to the rooms one last time. He sighed. Just when he was somewhere he was accepted, he needed to move on. That was the truth.
He had said goodbyes before they went to bed. He should've left around ten, but he had been thinking. His plan was to explore the regions around the city, leaving civilization behind as he went and climbed mountains and crossed rivers. He wanted to find caves and meet people and learn more about the world. Yet at one in the morning here he was, still in the house.
Something hit the floor, and Jaques Courtmanche knew what it was before it fell. He would miss these guys. He said that he would see them again, but he knew that it was a lie. Jake was going to die in the wilderness, among the trees and snow and fog and rain. That wasn't his goal, but the idea was still in his mind about what was after death. He softly chuckled under his breath, and another hit the floor. Damn. The door was only a few steps away. Why couldn't he go?
There was so much more to say. He never told these people his full name, his real name, or what he had done, or anything other than the basics. Yet he felt connected to them in a way that he knew he would never feel again. The third one fell, but this time Jake caught it. It gleamed in the moonlight like a vibrant crystal, reflecting light back at his eyes. Jake let the tear roll off his hand and onto the ground, joining its other fallen brothers.
He opened the door and felt the cold breeze rush back at him. Silence. It hit him first, like a freight train to the ears. It was calming, there was never true silence in his life, yet he felt like in this serene moment he had just a glimpse of what it was like. And there was more out there. He looked to the sky and saw the stars, shining and calling to him, telling him to go. And he did.
He closed the door, and it was done.
They were gone.
The times were gone.
The memories were gone.
Jaques was gone.
The three reflective drops of water on the ground were still there.
((Thank you so much @Talia xP @Alex Zephyr @AbadedBigfoot @National @JustCallMeAimee for this wonderful RP! I really loved it, and it was great getting to know you guys. If there ever is a sequel or repeat or follow up, don't forget to include me! Thank you guys, catch you on the flip side
))
It was around one in the morning, and everybody was asleep, except for Jake. Backpack resting on his shoulders, he looked around the house and went to the rooms one last time. He sighed. Just when he was somewhere he was accepted, he needed to move on. That was the truth.
He had said goodbyes before they went to bed. He should've left around ten, but he had been thinking. His plan was to explore the regions around the city, leaving civilization behind as he went and climbed mountains and crossed rivers. He wanted to find caves and meet people and learn more about the world. Yet at one in the morning here he was, still in the house.
Something hit the floor, and Jaques Courtmanche knew what it was before it fell. He would miss these guys. He said that he would see them again, but he knew that it was a lie. Jake was going to die in the wilderness, among the trees and snow and fog and rain. That wasn't his goal, but the idea was still in his mind about what was after death. He softly chuckled under his breath, and another hit the floor. Damn. The door was only a few steps away. Why couldn't he go?
There was so much more to say. He never told these people his full name, his real name, or what he had done, or anything other than the basics. Yet he felt connected to them in a way that he knew he would never feel again. The third one fell, but this time Jake caught it. It gleamed in the moonlight like a vibrant crystal, reflecting light back at his eyes. Jake let the tear roll off his hand and onto the ground, joining its other fallen brothers.
He opened the door and felt the cold breeze rush back at him. Silence. It hit him first, like a freight train to the ears. It was calming, there was never true silence in his life, yet he felt like in this serene moment he had just a glimpse of what it was like. And there was more out there. He looked to the sky and saw the stars, shining and calling to him, telling him to go. And he did.
He closed the door, and it was done.
They were gone.
The times were gone.
The memories were gone.
Jaques was gone.
The three reflective drops of water on the ground were still there.
((Thank you so much @Talia xP @Alex Zephyr @AbadedBigfoot @National @JustCallMeAimee for this wonderful RP! I really loved it, and it was great getting to know you guys. If there ever is a sequel or repeat or follow up, don't forget to include me! Thank you guys, catch you on the flip side
))
