Live again
This is an old story younger me made, hope you like it if you decide to read it.
@ClauxCarrera
This is a story yet to have an end, with not much thought behind it, but nicely voiced about a simple skeleton that found life after his death thanks to someone dearly special.
A necromancer lady.
My life ended back then when I jumped into a dark abyss, no one ever looked for me nor I had anyone who was important for me, so the next scene played only for the wind. How do I keep having thoughts? Some years passed, how many were not in my knowledge. That deep hole that was my tomb has disappeared, I was back at the surface facing the floor, I could move again, it was just not the same feeling as usual, I was different. My body has been down here for so long that the only thing that remained were bones... A living dead man, who could have done this to me? Why? I asked, but my answer was standing right beside me. A woman, whose beauty could not be compared to any other in my memories, of short height, messy brown hair that ended on blonde tips, and her charming brown eyes that warmed my soul. My body smiled and felt a smooth warm breeze by just staring at her, as I forgot my current situation.
She got close to me while speaking with a voice that drew out any doubt in your head: “You are fine now, try standing up.” Such simple words embraced my soul and made my body move on its own.
Names did not matter, as the only ones existing at that moment were her and me.
The beautiful woman left our meeting point, leaving me alone, but knowing we shall see each other again. Yes, I am a skeleton, my life ended a while back and I was terrible at being a person, as I was good for nothing and never did anything to become a better me, for this I never was someone likable to be around; no friendships, failed relations, a family disappointment. Nothing had meaning anymore and that is why I never fought for my life, I did not mind dying.
Now living again, I felt the necessity of doing something, so I wandered around my area. Nothing much other than rubble and a long forgotten, broken down house, maybe something interesting was inside.
Door was crooked and about to fall off while inside was a mess, though it seemed like rubble never made it in, never judge a book by its cover, I thought to myself. Clean clothes waited for me atop of the bed which seemed to be extremely clean and tidy, could it be that the charming woman prepared all of this for me? I could not stop myself from thinking about her, curiosity for meeting her was eating me from the inside.
I hoped to see her again.
Some days passed as I got used to being a skeleton, it seemed like at this point in time magic exists, not that I want to know why; but I could feel the temperature changing and the touch of things, I did not need food or water but I could still eat and drink, fatigue was also still present at nights so I could still sleep, and the most unnatural thing was that I had a completely visible heart beneath my ribs.
It is extremely weird to be “alive” again.
After some days of living inside that dirty house, I heard a cute melody being sung by sweet voice that came from outside, looking through the window with broken glass I admired the angel in front of me, the bewitching dark clothed necromancer that brought me back to life turned her head towards this crooked housing and smiled warmly while waving at me. As heavy rain started falling the lady in black had to take her leave.
I wanted to see her again, and I wanted to have a cozy place where we could sit comfortably to speak.
Behind the house was a small shed with various cleaning tools and brooms, would be the first time I cleaned, and it would be a whole house. But I knew how to do it and even if I did not, I would learn how to.
After cleaning the inside of the house I decided to write a letter if the charming lady decided to pass by, I wanted to schedule a day to meet her but I was yet to rebuild the house. Laying down on that solitary bed, I could see the sky through the broken ceiling, the shining stars and the moon reminded me of the reflection in her eyes, which illuminated the graceful brown color of those whose would never compare to this unpleasant dead face that was given to me, my thoughts overwhelmed me until I fell asleep. I woke up by a slight sound, when I turned my head towards the window I could catch a glimpse of that hair that caught my senses leaving, I stood up to see something was left behind were my letter was before. Still being night I went out to check, a piece of paper with something written on it: “Tomorrow seems a nice day, lets meet here.” My excitement blinded me such that I did not notice the skin on half my face had come back, cold and pale but it was back.
Maybe I could go back to something considered “human”.
I went back to bed to that somewhat rebuilt house that I considered home now, hoping to dream that tomorrow came to wake up knowing it was real. The day arrived and I woke up early to continue with the house, picking up stuff and organizing while I waited for her, looking through my window at times for them. Without noticing, the floor was now shining clean, the furniture was in place and with that the house was finally clean.
After some time of waiting around, the stunning lady with black clothes arrived, waving at me with that contagious smile, I could feel a smile, which meant my mouth was back.
Is good to know I could still smile.
We at last, could introduce ourselves properly. We talked about anything that came to our minds, without minding the decaying surroundings, I was fully focused on her tales and stories, but rain started falling again. This time though, we had a place were we could take cover from it so we could have more time to speak, as usual I did not have anything to say for I was not someone interesting, but the few sentences I spoke were listened appreciatively and with intrigue. Hours passed by quickly with her by my side, I wish for the day to never end. When night came, the fair lady proposed other places we could go to next time we met, which I expected happily.
Even if it is a small reason to keep going, it was still a reason.
Every day, the place where I slept in looked more like a home, the feels of meeting with her again kept me going, I could see how I was beginning to become whole again. And that day that I was immensely waiting for came, we walked into a place with a giant screen that seemed to be an old cinema, we watched a movie with many action scenes in it, which to be honest, I do not remember any of it. Another day, another movie. I only recall her beautiful face, and long hair.
I might have found someone that was more than a friend.
My house was finally something I could consider a home, I was missing just but a hand to becoming human again, and so I waited for her next visit. Days and weeks went by without a trace of her. This was not something new for me as I was alone most of the time, not a real problem right? But, I was feeling lost.
Some time passed and my house suffered the consequences, it was no longer the home I cleaned, and so as I, dark thoughts went right for my weak points which made me fall down a deep hole once again, I was no longer whole. More time went by and the day arrived, a sweet and tender aroma that I knew well, it was her for who I waited all this time, coming through my door. “Everyone has bad days” she said, smiling slightly. I understood these sorrowing words and answered with the same smile:
I guess nobody can be whole by remaining alone, right?