Triiffic-Soul: Can I Be In Control?-Chapter 60 – Tormented Emotion

Chapter 60 – Tormented Emotion

Anlesa had settled in a corner of the cart and made herself comfortable. Which was good for her, because Anna was very tired. Even though she had gotten a long sleep over the last few days, she was still absolutely exhausted. This was partly due to the physical strain the body was still recovering from, but the mental burden could no longer be pushed down with simple adrenaline.

“Lassy, you need’a anything?”

Luna responded, “No I’m alright, thank you.”

“All’a good’a.” The merchant's son came to check on Anna as night was falling. The caravan was parked outside a city, and the people who owned it were sleeping inside the carts to save money.

This merchant caravan she paid to hitch a ride in had two large carts, both covered and had multiple shelves to store goods on multiple levels. Max was the merchant who owned these two carts, and he and his son Jack each drove one of the horse-pulled carts.

She hadn’t talked to either much besides paying for a ride. The son had tried, as she was travelling in his cart which had fewer items within it. But Luna silenced any attempt but simply saying she was too tired and not in the mood.

Anna had a blanket, and she slept in a position looking away from the entrance. This was done if their horn came back out while asleep. They weren’t too worried about being sneaked on while sleeping. Besides the fact, Syrus would be able to wake up at the slightest worrisome noise. If one of them was in the Soul Space, with a half-strength connection to the body, they wouldn’t fall asleep as they were still in the Soul Space, but they would be connected to the body’s senses. Normally they wouldn’t do this, but the situation had very much changed, and now for extra security, there was always someone listening throughout the night.

Jack and Max stayed together in the more important cart; the one Anna was not in. The cart Anna was in had been split into sections by planks of wood. She was in the back left corner where there were no other items. The other sections were covered by large tarps.

The moonlight shone through the cart’s entrance, shining its dull white light on the sleeping girl.

Anna slept there all alone, and tears were falling from her eyes. It wasn’t clear who was causing these tears to fall, but they began soon after the night went quiet.

A quiet pain filled their soul, as their dark, dreary, miserable, sorrowful emotions mixed inside. And for hours none of them did anything about them, they were all simply too exhausted to do so. Day and day of just moving forward after everything. Solving mysteries; ensuring those who were known to be left were safe; figuring out what the future would hold; and learning more about their powers. All things that were done for an important purpose, but at the same time, were a distraction from the hollow void created.

Hours passed and a simple near silent pain cry was let out.

“I–”

[..–I want to see them.] (Eva)

To go home and be welcomed. To be invested or ignoring the study. To help with the farm work and cooking. To play a dumb game or to make a stupid comment.

There were one hundred thousand things they wanted to do, but they couldn’t, as those simple moments had now become a dream. The only leftovers were the memories after the centre of their life was stolen.

[...] (Eva)

[...] (Luna)

[...] (Syrus)

There was the hope that they could be alive, but in reality, that didn’t matter, they were gone either way. Even ignoring the fact that Jen and George could be dead–the teleportation theory could be wrong in the first place or they wound up in some location that was just as dangerous that would cost them their lives.

Instinctively, the coloured strands of hair faded to black and their light reddish-brown in a vain attempt to recall the happy times.

Anna’s hand pinched the blanket and pulled it up tighter.

Each girl remembered different moments in this life, and through their connection and swirling emotions, they were each able to see each of them.

Many happy memories were following in her mind, but it was hard to enjoy them knowing the ending.

Every moment felt stained. They knew that was a dumb, stupid, idiotic, pervasive thought. Those good times weren’t ruined, they happened and they were great! But the unjust conclusion to this part of their life denied them that shine.

They knew thinking this way was horrible, it did a disservice to the years their parents spent raising them, and it would be letting the bastards who torched their home win more but allowing them to stamp all over their merry memories.

But why…

Why was it so hard!?

The night continued, peaceful on the outside but hidden by the shadows and moonlight the child was still suffering.

Why couldn’t the adrenaline keep thoughts away?

The fault lay in not one of the three and the solution couldn’t be created by just one of them.

But at this moment, they prayed, not to anyone or anything, but simply prayed that no one would come and visit while they grieved.

It was unsure what they needed.

Syrus had grown numb to tragedy, but still felt this one.

Lilly had experienced the depths of this hollow void the longest, but time was never enough.

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So, for the time being, they just simply grieved the night away. Not because they wanted to, but because the feelings needed to be poured out.

“Dad… Mum…”