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priscaTitle: Grief (Part 1)
Characters: Mr. Smith
Words: 335
finished: 01.06.2015
Lost in thoughts Smith was standing in front of Libby's grave. He often came here to remember what had happened. No, he wouldn't forget, nor would he ever forgive himself.
He had killed her!
Of course, Libby had fired first, had hurt his arm. The shock and the pain let him pull the trigger without thinking. He had seen her breaking down, and when he felt the warm blood dripping out of her body and she died in his arms, he had known this was not another nightmare which tormented him every night.
Everyone told him that there had been no other way. That he had acted in self-defense. But all he could think about was that he had failed. He should have found another way.
God had told him that she would die in this church. He hadn't told him who would be in charge of her death. Smith hated him for this, though he could understand.
God demanded a lot of him. He was his messenger, had to follow his order without putting them into question. But this time it had been different. Because Libby was his friend, he liked her; everyone liked her. Her smile, her laughter, her always gentle voice. She was like an angel in a dystopian world.
Smith knew, if God had told him the whole truth about her, he would have refused to listen. He wouldn't have gone to Innsmouth. He wouldn't have entered the church. And Libby's betrayal would never have been revealed. He wouldn't have killed her, and she would still be alive.
But the future of this world would be a different one, without any hope.
Smith threw a last glance at the grave. He had only done what needed to be done. But he would never forgive himself that he hadn't found a way to save her. Slowly he bent down to place the wild rose onto the burial mound; then he turned around to leave. There was still a lot do.
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Title: Grief (Part 2)
Characters: Mr. Smith, Jeremiah
Words: 361
finished: 01.06.2015
Jeremiah had already wondered about the wild roses he found on Libby‘s grave ever and ever again. He had told no one where he'd buried her, only Kurdy knew. But today, when he came here to visit her, he saw him. Smith was kneeling in front of the little mound, placing a rose on it.
Hate was rushing through his body. Of all the people: Smith! “What the hell are you doing here?” Jeremiah jumped forward, pushing the little guy aside violently. Then he bent down, reaching out for the rose and throwing it into the near undergrowth. “Stay away from her. You have no right to be here.”
"I am sorry."
"You are sorry?" Jeremiah huffed. "That you killed her? That you destroyed my life? I did love her; I would have trusted her blind. And now they say that she wanted to betray all of us. That she only was a spy of Simms." He breathed in deeply, visibly trembling. "It's all your fault."
“She only betrayed herself. Her life, her future, and her love.”
Jeremiah stared at him with narrowed eyes. "Don't talk about her like that. You did never know her as I did."
“I know that she never had a chance. She was still a little girl, scared and alone when she met him. He is strong, powerful, and many people follow him blindly. There was no chance for her to resist him.“
“I was alone too. I've lost my parents. I saw my brother dying. Do I betray my friends? Someone I love? How could she do that?"
“Libby met the devil. If you come across someone so evil, your only chance is to turn around and run. Or it will be too late. She loved you, Jeremiah, but there was no way back for her.”
He put his hand on Jeremiah's shoulder, then he turned around and left. For a long while, Jeremiah looked after him, unable to move. But finally, when Smith was out of sight, he picked up the rose and put it back onto the grave again. "I hope you will find your peace now," he murmured.
Characters: Mr. Smith
Words: 335
finished: 01.06.2015
Lost in thoughts Smith was standing in front of Libby's grave. He often came here to remember what had happened. No, he wouldn't forget, nor would he ever forgive himself.
He had killed her!
Of course, Libby had fired first, had hurt his arm. The shock and the pain let him pull the trigger without thinking. He had seen her breaking down, and when he felt the warm blood dripping out of her body and she died in his arms, he had known this was not another nightmare which tormented him every night.
Everyone told him that there had been no other way. That he had acted in self-defense. But all he could think about was that he had failed. He should have found another way.
God had told him that she would die in this church. He hadn't told him who would be in charge of her death. Smith hated him for this, though he could understand.
God demanded a lot of him. He was his messenger, had to follow his order without putting them into question. But this time it had been different. Because Libby was his friend, he liked her; everyone liked her. Her smile, her laughter, her always gentle voice. She was like an angel in a dystopian world.
Smith knew, if God had told him the whole truth about her, he would have refused to listen. He wouldn't have gone to Innsmouth. He wouldn't have entered the church. And Libby's betrayal would never have been revealed. He wouldn't have killed her, and she would still be alive.
But the future of this world would be a different one, without any hope.
Smith threw a last glance at the grave. He had only done what needed to be done. But he would never forgive himself that he hadn't found a way to save her. Slowly he bent down to place the wild rose onto the burial mound; then he turned around to leave. There was still a lot do.
:::
Title: Grief (Part 2)
Characters: Mr. Smith, Jeremiah
Words: 361
finished: 01.06.2015
Jeremiah had already wondered about the wild roses he found on Libby‘s grave ever and ever again. He had told no one where he'd buried her, only Kurdy knew. But today, when he came here to visit her, he saw him. Smith was kneeling in front of the little mound, placing a rose on it.
Hate was rushing through his body. Of all the people: Smith! “What the hell are you doing here?” Jeremiah jumped forward, pushing the little guy aside violently. Then he bent down, reaching out for the rose and throwing it into the near undergrowth. “Stay away from her. You have no right to be here.”
"I am sorry."
"You are sorry?" Jeremiah huffed. "That you killed her? That you destroyed my life? I did love her; I would have trusted her blind. And now they say that she wanted to betray all of us. That she only was a spy of Simms." He breathed in deeply, visibly trembling. "It's all your fault."
“She only betrayed herself. Her life, her future, and her love.”
Jeremiah stared at him with narrowed eyes. "Don't talk about her like that. You did never know her as I did."
“I know that she never had a chance. She was still a little girl, scared and alone when she met him. He is strong, powerful, and many people follow him blindly. There was no chance for her to resist him.“
“I was alone too. I've lost my parents. I saw my brother dying. Do I betray my friends? Someone I love? How could she do that?"
“Libby met the devil. If you come across someone so evil, your only chance is to turn around and run. Or it will be too late. She loved you, Jeremiah, but there was no way back for her.”
He put his hand on Jeremiah's shoulder, then he turned around and left. For a long while, Jeremiah looked after him, unable to move. But finally, when Smith was out of sight, he picked up the rose and put it back onto the grave again. "I hope you will find your peace now," he murmured.