A pencil slid across an off white sheet of paper. It gracefully turned across the sheet. Pausing at time, the pressure coming and going. A young woman’s hand shaded and blended different areas.
She stopped.
A tear fell, striking the paper. She put the pad down. The drawing, three figures. Two males and a female, best friends, all smiling and happy. An image that mimics a time long ago, a time that has past.
Getting to her feet she looked out the window. The sun shined over Puerta Mibela. Most of the city was in bad shape, but the small area she lived in survived. At least compared to the Eastern Coast of the city. She lived on the border of Puerta Mibela and the smaller town of Tumbilia. She brushed her long dark hair back and exited her apartment. Walking outside, the City was quiet. Has been since the time following Jason.
Tourism had been at an all time low and the Government was poor; in debt by the tens of millions. The rebuilding process had been put on hold for the time being. The City would remain with areas in ruins. Sad. A constant reminder of the many lives taken by nature. No villain. No one to blame.
Michelle Campbell lost more then she could ever imagine. Before the storm? In the storm? She didn’t know. All she knows is that the two men who meant everything to her had disappeared with out a trace. The last time she saw either men, they had fought. Painful hurtful things were said. Things that can’t be taken back. Things that still hurt even months and months later.
The sun shines today. But she is still rebuilding from the worse storm of her life. How much longer until the pain would go away?
