Entry Number 050603A
The woman looks at me, and for the first time, smiles. She looks gentle and kind, mother-like and that makes me easen into the seat. She sets down the glass and looks at Raller, who only nods.
As if permitting her to say something, which was obviously not true. Onré held a certain aura to her that didn't seem like she asked others to speak.
"Hiding from the Order is hard enough on it's own without people recognizing my face. That's why I'm here." She motions to the old building, setting her hand one over the other on the bar. "How do you know me?"
"Your holos, I've seen the case." I say, looking away as Navaien stares at me. Sometimes I forget that he doesn't know everything I've been doing these past few months. "I have questions, many questions, I-"
Raller sighs a little heavily and his boots squeak, making me stop. Was it something I said? I watch Onré set a hand over his gloved one, making him open up his palm and accept hers. I couldn't quite understand, but turning to Navaien, I read his expression; he was as damn confused as I was. This day only got more and more twisted.
"I'm sorry kid, for what happened." He says, honestly, staring at me with such remorse that it would feel like he killed something of mine. I raise a brow, laughing a little. They didn't seem to laugh with me.
"What do you mean? I've only just met you, I-" I chuckle again, feeling the unease wash over me. Something wasn't right. "I don't know what you'd be sorry about. Letting Rose go with Phasma? That's not your fault. If I'm being frank I didn't know you existed just half a solar year ago."
Onré stares at me, hand clasping Raller's as he bites the tip of his tongue, almost not to say anything. I stare at Onré begrudgingly lets go of his hand and walks towards me, her freckles becoming apparent in the light coming from the cracks in the wall. Behind her, Raller touches at his chapped lip, staring at the desk.
The woman walks up to me and touches my shoulder, making me gasp, closing my eyes as a heavy, hard feeling takes over me.
--
"Vestar! Vestar, where are you?" I hear the voice again, my hands feeling like they've been burnt many times as punishment. Around me burns an entire mountain of fire, collapsing walls raising dust and not allowing me to breathe. I stare at the woman that's curled up underneath one of the heavy, concrete walls and I look up at the voice that's calling me.
Someone is leaning out of a large cargo ship, holding their hands out towards me. Behind me, the woman hisses and groans in pain, her lower half caught underneath the wall. I feel young again. I feel fear clawing at my lungs.
I look up at the figure that becomes much more clear to me, much more evident through the smoke. Raller is holding Onré, practically pulling her back into the ship as she holds her hands out towards me. The woman is much younger than now, not scarred by time, now long hair cascading in the flame. "Vestar! Take my hands, please, come with me!" I can see tear tracks wettening her dust obscured face.
Looking back, I stare at the woman whose face I can now make out, whose smell I can feel and whose words I can hear. She stares at me and holds out a limp hand, blue eyes hinting like sapphires in the ruby red landscape. "It's okay, darling. Go, please."
I walk back to the woman, feeling tears obscure my vision as I run into her arms, feeling her grip tighten on me before pushing me away. I see the ends of her robe catch fire and I witness her bright, blonde hair start to catch fire. "Please go." She whispers, and I run back, towards Onré, towards my safety. Towards my aunt.
--
Pulling myself out of my memory, I notice I had been crying the entire time. I stare at Onré who only seems as bedridden as me, blinking tears away. I notice the burnt marks on her hands and I stare at the wrinkles at her eyes, erasing them to match her with the woman from my memories.
As if permitting her to say something, which was obviously not true. Onré held a certain aura to her that didn't seem like she asked others to speak.
"Hiding from the Order is hard enough on it's own without people recognizing my face. That's why I'm here." She motions to the old building, setting her hand one over the other on the bar. "How do you know me?"
"Your holos, I've seen the case." I say, looking away as Navaien stares at me. Sometimes I forget that he doesn't know everything I've been doing these past few months. "I have questions, many questions, I-"
Raller sighs a little heavily and his boots squeak, making me stop. Was it something I said? I watch Onré set a hand over his gloved one, making him open up his palm and accept hers. I couldn't quite understand, but turning to Navaien, I read his expression; he was as damn confused as I was. This day only got more and more twisted.
"I'm sorry kid, for what happened." He says, honestly, staring at me with such remorse that it would feel like he killed something of mine. I raise a brow, laughing a little. They didn't seem to laugh with me.
"What do you mean? I've only just met you, I-" I chuckle again, feeling the unease wash over me. Something wasn't right. "I don't know what you'd be sorry about. Letting Rose go with Phasma? That's not your fault. If I'm being frank I didn't know you existed just half a solar year ago."
Onré stares at me, hand clasping Raller's as he bites the tip of his tongue, almost not to say anything. I stare at Onré begrudgingly lets go of his hand and walks towards me, her freckles becoming apparent in the light coming from the cracks in the wall. Behind her, Raller touches at his chapped lip, staring at the desk.
The woman walks up to me and touches my shoulder, making me gasp, closing my eyes as a heavy, hard feeling takes over me.
--
"Vestar! Vestar, where are you?" I hear the voice again, my hands feeling like they've been burnt many times as punishment. Around me burns an entire mountain of fire, collapsing walls raising dust and not allowing me to breathe. I stare at the woman that's curled up underneath one of the heavy, concrete walls and I look up at the voice that's calling me.
Someone is leaning out of a large cargo ship, holding their hands out towards me. Behind me, the woman hisses and groans in pain, her lower half caught underneath the wall. I feel young again. I feel fear clawing at my lungs.
I look up at the figure that becomes much more clear to me, much more evident through the smoke. Raller is holding Onré, practically pulling her back into the ship as she holds her hands out towards me. The woman is much younger than now, not scarred by time, now long hair cascading in the flame. "Vestar! Take my hands, please, come with me!" I can see tear tracks wettening her dust obscured face.
Looking back, I stare at the woman whose face I can now make out, whose smell I can feel and whose words I can hear. She stares at me and holds out a limp hand, blue eyes hinting like sapphires in the ruby red landscape. "It's okay, darling. Go, please."
I walk back to the woman, feeling tears obscure my vision as I run into her arms, feeling her grip tighten on me before pushing me away. I see the ends of her robe catch fire and I witness her bright, blonde hair start to catch fire. "Please go." She whispers, and I run back, towards Onré, towards my safety. Towards my aunt.
--
Pulling myself out of my memory, I notice I had been crying the entire time. I stare at Onré who only seems as bedridden as me, blinking tears away. I notice the burnt marks on her hands and I stare at the wrinkles at her eyes, erasing them to match her with the woman from my memories.