This was…his last day; his last day of existence.
He stood in front of his tombstone, admiring it. Words etched elegantly into grey marble, the flowing script reading simply as
The acts of this life are the destiny of the next.
He will be missed
It was snowing, his still-growing frame burdened by the falling flakes. All was quiet, and dark. The moon was obscured by still clouds. Beneath them were the upheld branches of aged deciduous trees, bare, with nary a hint of foliage to be seen. Snow overlapped whatever remained of the fallen that had laid there untouched since the end of autumn.
Leo was dressed simply, despite the chill. He shifted, rubbing his eyes tiredly, resisting the urge to look at his watch.
There was never a night that had no dawn. These words, coming from the mouth of a respected senior, were of no comfort to him.
The snow was melting faster now; barely even touching his skin before dripping down to the ground. The ground, it too was becoming softer, and yet, it remained as treacherous as ever, threatening to send the unwary crashing into the watery ground.
He heard a faint, almost soundless slosh, one that didn’t come from beneath his feet. Leo paused, collecting himself and his scattering emotions. Then he turned, just as the snow burst into rain.
“It’s time to go, eh?”
A prolouge to an undecided story of mine. ._. I think I'll post bits and pieces here, then try to organise it on my blogspot acc. No, I'm not telling you my user for blogspot; I'm using it only as a storeroom for my unorganised stuff. ._.