thomas "thom" noble \\ daniel bloody faraday. (thomfoolery) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-10-11 01:41:00 |
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Who. Thom Noble.
What. An anniversary of sorts - Thom pays a visit to the most important person in his life.
Where. Romford Cemetery.
When. Early Monday morning.
Warnings. S for sadness.
The morning had not yet spread its vibrant colors across the sky when Thom left his flat that morning; dabbles of a dim, dark grey and a soft purple still visibly hanging within the distance. There was something fitting about the setting overhead. It felt like a bout of deja vu, as if that day in history was linked to its counterpart so many years ago. Thom kept his hands in his trouser pockets while he walked with his head hung low, a paper-wrapped bouquet of daffodils tucked underneath the crook of his right elbow. Most would assume, with his state of dress, that he was on his way to a nice get-together, a date scheduled for a time too early - but these assumptions couldn't have been more wrong.
He made sure to walk the distance. She always said he never got enough sun, he was never physical enough. It was this trip, the all-too familiar path, that he always took the initiative to close the argument he could never quite finish. The route was always the same, always coming full-circle: down the road, make a left, three blocks, make a right, push open the gate, and walk down the trail of trees until you find the Paisley family plot. There only managed to sit a small cluster of them, Martha, Harriet, Christopher, and -