Ea
02-12-2018, 07:02 PM
Peace, she thinks.
It’s the first word that comes to her when she crosses over: peace, but not relief. The quiet of the afterlife is unsettling. Ea lived her entire life in turmoil, internal and external - always plotting, always thinking of what moves to make next to bring her closer to her ever-changing goals - but this life was slower.
Life is a strong word, perhaps; it’s not really living, here, or even existing. Her body is mostly the same as it was before: more silver than brown, now, scars healed smooth and silver, like lines of gentle remembering - but not quite whole.
The air is thickened, like a deep fog. The bodies surrounding her seem listless, faded - so close and yet, out of reach. She doesn’t mind. She’s always preferred to be untouchable.
She’s almost settled into the silence, until -
“Ea!”
His voice is unmistakable, even after the lifetimes they’ve spent apart.
Her head whips around, and she sees him, finally, yelling into the sea. Ea moves towards him, legs heavier than she remembers. When she reaches him, standing at the shoreline, her voice eludes her as a thousand questions run through her mind.
He brings her back, as he always has. As she was never able to do for him.
“Ram,” she exhales, and the world becomes only theirs.
She wants to ask if this is real - if he is real - but she swallows the words instead, not sure that she wants to know the answer, and steps closer.
“I’m - I’m sorry,” she says, simply. There is so much to be sorry for.
It’s the first word that comes to her when she crosses over: peace, but not relief. The quiet of the afterlife is unsettling. Ea lived her entire life in turmoil, internal and external - always plotting, always thinking of what moves to make next to bring her closer to her ever-changing goals - but this life was slower.
Life is a strong word, perhaps; it’s not really living, here, or even existing. Her body is mostly the same as it was before: more silver than brown, now, scars healed smooth and silver, like lines of gentle remembering - but not quite whole.
The air is thickened, like a deep fog. The bodies surrounding her seem listless, faded - so close and yet, out of reach. She doesn’t mind. She’s always preferred to be untouchable.
She’s almost settled into the silence, until -
“Ea!”
His voice is unmistakable, even after the lifetimes they’ve spent apart.
Her head whips around, and she sees him, finally, yelling into the sea. Ea moves towards him, legs heavier than she remembers. When she reaches him, standing at the shoreline, her voice eludes her as a thousand questions run through her mind.
He brings her back, as he always has. As she was never able to do for him.
“Ram,” she exhales, and the world becomes only theirs.
She wants to ask if this is real - if he is real - but she swallows the words instead, not sure that she wants to know the answer, and steps closer.
“I’m - I’m sorry,” she says, simply. There is so much to be sorry for.