02-22-2011, 09:45 PM
Geneva surveyed the damage from the storm, her lime green eyes tracing splintered wood and ruined floors. The snow had begun to melt, moistening the hardwood floors. Some of the floor was ruined from water damage. Geneva swept some of it away, getting down on her knees and pushing the slush away with her arms. She frowned as she experimentally pushed on some of the floorboards.
What once had been her beautiful home with her mate and her son was nothing short of a wreck. She felt as though she was kneeling among the ruins of a structure that had long been abandoned, although that was far from the case. Her eyes traced different parts of the house and she could instantly pull up little memories that had seemed so insignificant when they had first taken place. Now, she wished more than anything that she could relive some of them in the present. Talk with her son while sprawled out on the floor, share a quiet evening with Jefferson by the fire. But none of that could happen now. Taking in the extent of the damage, it seemed hard to believe that they could ever recapture their lives here again.
But despite how hard it would be, Geneva was determined to push forward. She rose from her kneeling position, brushing the snow off of her hands as she did so. As she stood amidst the damage of the storm, she felt her resolve double. Life would continue. She could rebuild her home. She could resume.
What once had been her beautiful home with her mate and her son was nothing short of a wreck. She felt as though she was kneeling among the ruins of a structure that had long been abandoned, although that was far from the case. Her eyes traced different parts of the house and she could instantly pull up little memories that had seemed so insignificant when they had first taken place. Now, she wished more than anything that she could relive some of them in the present. Talk with her son while sprawled out on the floor, share a quiet evening with Jefferson by the fire. But none of that could happen now. Taking in the extent of the damage, it seemed hard to believe that they could ever recapture their lives here again.
But despite how hard it would be, Geneva was determined to push forward. She rose from her kneeling position, brushing the snow off of her hands as she did so. As she stood amidst the damage of the storm, she felt her resolve double. Life would continue. She could rebuild her home. She could resume.