Ronan carried three very different lanterns. One was bright and patterned with the flowers his mothers liked most. Another was simple and faded except for one side which was full of the most bright, clashing colors he could think of since Noah hadn’t always been so subdued. The other had no color and every color all at once. The only description one could give with any certainty was it shimmered. Only a dream would suit his father.
He’d barely written on any of them. There was no point in expressing his grief. If this ceremony was for the living, Ronan didn't see it like that. He owed them something, even if it was a couple hours of his life spent just remembering them.
“So long,” he said as set the lanterns into the river.
iv. down with the sickness
Ronan felt fine when he went to work. But by the end of the day, when he wiped the sweat off his face, he felt more replace it. Walking back to his car, he started to feel faint. He was still in the city when he was overcome by a wave of dizziness and had to pull over.
He opened the car door and stepped out. The fresh air proved to be less of a relief than he hoped. He shivered. Wrapping his arms around himself, he leaned against his BMW and closed his eyes.
“Fuck.” He rubbed his forehead. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Ronan Lynch | The Raven Cycle
Ronan carried three very different lanterns. One was bright and patterned with the flowers his mothers liked most. Another was simple and faded except for one side which was full of the most bright, clashing colors he could think of since Noah hadn’t always been so subdued. The other had no color and every color all at once. The only description one could give with any certainty was it shimmered. Only a dream would suit his father.
He’d barely written on any of them. There was no point in expressing his grief. If this ceremony was for the living, Ronan didn't see it like that. He owed them something, even if it was a couple hours of his life spent just remembering them.
“So long,” he said as set the lanterns into the river.
iv. down with the sickness
Ronan felt fine when he went to work. But by the end of the day, when he wiped the sweat off his face, he felt more replace it. Walking back to his car, he started to feel faint. He was still in the city when he was overcome by a wave of dizziness and had to pull over.
He opened the car door and stepped out. The fresh air proved to be less of a relief than he hoped. He shivered. Wrapping his arms around himself, he leaned against his BMW and closed his eyes.
“Fuck.” He rubbed his forehead. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”