Healing the wounds

After the rampage of Lustina, the sin of lust, Most of the people of the city moved to somewhere else while others who could not were kept at the royal castle as refugees. The attacks just proved how worthless and helpless the people of the city were without the salvators. The city was being rebuilt in the supervision of the aurfix king. It was a great surprise that the battle did not take any toll of the aurfix king's health.

It was a typical monsoon morning. The dusty grey sky covered with clouds made the environment peaceful and serene. The soft breeze and surrounded the magnificent castle spoke of the unspoken peace that followed the war. The ground that was once soaked with the blood of the aurfixes were forgotten right after the funeral was held, at least forgotten by people who did not know them. But those whose loved ones were taken away were overcome by grief. The elderly who had witnessed wars way more deadly than this were still phased as no one expected a battle in the middle of this era of peace. The sky didn't even grief the loss of the unfortunate aurfixes, it was as if it could no longer be phased after witnessing the deranged blood lust from the dead and buried wars. The ground was again softened by blood. The air carried the tale of this swift yet horrifyingly ghostly battle.

In the middle of the dismantled city, there he was, Katsuke, motionless, carrying a vague emptiness inside with In his heart, sadness was buried inside... sadness and guilt. He was standing there with no one around but his dear friends. The gladness that he felt was solely carried with sin. Keiki was the only one acting the closest to normal. Tsuki had been acting cold, she did not want to live in this cruel world that somehow seemed foreign to her. She remembered her old self, the weak pathetic little girl she was, trying to cover up the enormous sadness that was buried deep inside. The cheerful and optimistic Tsuki was no more. She hated the world, but she hated what was inside of her even more, or rather, what IS inside of her. For mysterious reasons, Tsuki was practising psychopathy subconsciously. She couldn't care less about the people who had died, she knew it was wrong but didn't know why she was feeling this way. Perhaps because the sorrow was nothing compared to losing her parents. Regardless he feelings, she just wore a mask and pretended she did care, Keiki could see right through that mask. Keiki could also see right through Katsuke. The close friends she had were no more, they were unfamiliar to her.

Time heals all wounds they say, but can't the wound be reopened? Can time still fix that? Currently, time just buried away their scars and wound away, just avoiding it and forgetting about it. Perhaps it was for the best. With the city, the masks of their faces were also rebuilt. Even though they were covered in injuries of the heart, they sealed it away as if nothing was wrong. It took a month for the city to completely heal up.

Everything went on as it was, nothing was changed. Whoever said change was constant, must have constantly reminded themselves that they could change the world even though nothing could be done. It doesn't matter whether the clock goes forward or backwards, it's the same thing every time. Instead of accepting the loss and moving on, everyone just wants to be stuck in the past.