To say Risalda Enudo was feeling all alone, was an understatement. Just the day before she'd gotten completely wasted in the street, and no one even turned their head in her direction. Maybe it was time to do something that she had been afraid to even think about, but.. if she couldn't get a mate, then.. she'd be perfectly fine without them.
Her feet just started moving. She started heading out of the funeral service, for some man she'd never really met. She briefly stopped, and looked behind her to Noah, Evanne, and Evelyn. Risalda was perfectly fine with the way things were now. Noah deserved that much at least. Yes, she'd never forget him, or she might always have a caring for him, but, he's moved on, and there was no need to dwell on her mistakes. As she stopped, she examined how perfect of a little family they were, and she smiled. Then, when Evanne turned away from her mother, Risalda turned her head, but was still smiling.
She doesn't know what brought her there, besides her own intentions. She'd have her dreams come true in this small, dusty town, if it was the last thing she'd do. The doors to the building weren't shiny, and dull as the years of weather had damaged the paint, as it had the rest of the building. She walked in, and examined the wall of shadowed containers. Her lips pursed as she slid one out, and then walked into the back room, where she completed the procedure all by herself. She'd been planning this for months.
That's how she knew it was going to be now. On her own. She looked down as she laid her hand on her stomach, and smiled. Then, in an all-out smile, she walked away from the old building, the sign dangling from above the door.
If you could read, you could just make out the words, "Sperm Bank Of Dust".
Her feet just started moving. She started heading out of the funeral service, for some man she'd never really met. She briefly stopped, and looked behind her to Noah, Evanne, and Evelyn. Risalda was perfectly fine with the way things were now. Noah deserved that much at least. Yes, she'd never forget him, or she might always have a caring for him, but, he's moved on, and there was no need to dwell on her mistakes. As she stopped, she examined how perfect of a little family they were, and she smiled. Then, when Evanne turned away from her mother, Risalda turned her head, but was still smiling.
She doesn't know what brought her there, besides her own intentions. She'd have her dreams come true in this small, dusty town, if it was the last thing she'd do. The doors to the building weren't shiny, and dull as the years of weather had damaged the paint, as it had the rest of the building. She walked in, and examined the wall of shadowed containers. Her lips pursed as she slid one out, and then walked into the back room, where she completed the procedure all by herself. She'd been planning this for months.
That's how she knew it was going to be now. On her own. She looked down as she laid her hand on her stomach, and smiled. Then, in an all-out smile, she walked away from the old building, the sign dangling from above the door.
If you could read, you could just make out the words, "Sperm Bank Of Dust".