Stillness held stagnation. Motionless. The sea of air went unbroken in the eluding silence that occupied a space drenched in darkness: suffocating, devoid of breathing life. The room was barren except for a nondescript bunk bed in a corner of the room. Nothing but a thin white bed sheet covered it.
A figure sat in the former, bare arms wrapped around bare legs, long vapid locks of soft bronze rested against knees, lone strands wisped above forearms. The figure rested against the wall, crumpled sheets drawn around it.
Through the sole window, a sliver of lunar luster slipped past, illuminated the room by its reflection on the wall.
Perfect stillness pervaded through the room.
A muscle rippled across her right elbow. Paused. Slowly, she raised her head, just enough for two tear-dried eyes to stare forward. Motionless. She saw only a veil of darkness safe for the hint of a locker in the corner. Stray threads of shadowed hair sliced her view intermittently. A single strand hanged gleaming in the vague moonlight. She slightly tilted her head, watching the luminescence on the wall beside her. Heavenly light cast from afar.
Head reeled back between her arms, a sudden spasm trembled her body violently as the spate of memories previously withheld flooded out of her. “No” she cried meekly, blinking away another wave of tears. Her heart ached of grief, struggling to pull away from her chest. Flashes of the horror thrust themselves through her closed eyes and into her vision. There was no blood, no gore, no incorrigible imagery forever burned into memory. Just a moment when the communication link dropped; a distant silence followed by a sickening thud from miles away. Fire and smoke blooming toward that solid blue, mourning for the life of the past.
Death. Gone. Lost.
“No.” she shivered, pushed her knees together tightly, pulled the sleeves around her shoulders while short-cut nails dug across flesh. The air felt saturated with death, remorse. Her breathing became harder and faster. The moment of fatality replayed itself before her; the moment when she felt him gone, already journeying to oblivion, when she felt her pulse stopped, when the world stopped spinning. “No no no.” She buried her head deeper into the cavity between her arms, eyelids trembled, shutting on the incessant tears now rolling across her smooth, voluptuous cheek to end hanging on her sharp, pointed chin. The tickling sensation barely felt as they trickle down between her breasts as blood dribbled across the folds of the bed sheet.