Long Road Home End
He had finally arrived. A modest gravestone with two names etched in its surface stood before him. Flavio hastily ran a hand through his hair, a sigh escaping him. Why was he nervous? It was… just a grave after all. But he was fighting to get any words out. It was as if they wouldn’t come out.
“Hey, mama…” After several moments of stifling silence. “Hey, papa. Sorry I haven’t come back sooner. Things have been tough without you around and I went farther away than I expected when you first died.” He closed his eyes and allowed his shoulders to go lax. “I became a fletcher and I even have my own business. There’s a little girl who lost her parents, too, that’s staying with me…”
Hesitantly he reached out and touched the stone with his fingers. Brushing along the rough surface only further solidified that he was talking to a rock. Why was he wasting his time?! But he chose to keep going for whatever reason. Soon he was talking about everything he’d done since that night. All of his achievements, his fears, even the small moments that made him happy. It was strangely calming…
It was only when Flavio noticed the various shades of orange began dying the sky did he decide he had stayed long enough. So he pushed himself up and dusted the dirt off his pants. With one last look at the stone he turned back to the town to sleep for one more night. One more night and he’d go home.
Unbeknownst to Flavio however was that someone was indeed listening. Two people in fact. Behind the grave stood two apparitions, watching their son walk away with smiles on their faces.
The anima paused as he left the broken down house, turning back to take in its appearance yet again. Still old. Still broken.
“The only thing I miss are my parents. The house could burn for all I care. But it doesn’t change that they’re gone and have been gone for the last ten years.”
He finally tore his gaze away from the structure and passed through the town. The kids ran past him playing some game, and the market was in full swing, a stark contrast from the crumbling house just a jog away.
“I dont really plan to come back except for one thing. One more place I must visit before going back to my actual home.”