Post by feather on Jan 28, 2012 5:38:15 GMT
Trust is like traveling on roofs. Clover decided. Each building is a moment of non-trusting. Trust no one, trust not even those who are closest to you. The gaps between each building are the moments you trust another person. The option comes regularly, but how often do you feel like missing the next roof to fall into the darkness below? Darkness was trust, trust was the cause of heartbreak, there was no reason to trust.
Clover shook out her haunches, bunched them, and then took the leap. She landed gracefully but did not stop to marvel in her landing. She kept the momentum from her jump and ran across the building towards the next gap.
Some jumps were harder than others, sometimes trusting someone is too easy, too easy to fall into darkness. Clover used her momentum and propelled herself forward and up so that she landed on the taller building. She kept going, keeping her footfalls light and delicate. It was so easy to stay on the buildings, to stay untrustworthy of everyone. Jumping down to the ground below was what was hard. Who actually wanted heartbreak? How could others stand to live in constant uncertainty. What if your lover was cheating on you? What if your brother decided that betraying you was the right thing to do?
What if everyone you loved was feeding you lie after lie? Clover winced as she landed awkwardly on her paws. She tripped up for a second and almost fell off the roof. Stupid, stupid! Clover inwardly chastised herself. She was better than this, always was. The Siamese coloured cat backed herself up a few paces before leaping downwards towards the lower building in front of her.
She shouldn't be thinking about this right now. Thinking about trust and thinking about her family was a rare occurrence and she thought she'd gotten over that. Apparently not. The feeling of hurt was still sore in her chest.
Clover kept moving, never letting herself stay in one place for too long. Sooner or later she was going to mess up, she hoped that the day was far away. She wasn't ready to trust anyone, or fall for that matter.
She stopped suddenly, feeling rain fall onto her back. She groaned, the roofs in this part of town got slippery when soaked by rain. She would have to make her way off the roofs and onto the ground. But Clover wasn't ready to leave yet, she was just getting into the motions of jumping without thinking about the motions. Going into her 'trance' as her brother once called it. She could jump for hours on end, thinking about anything and everything but jumping. She would snap out of it some time later to find herself in a new part of town.
Clover closed her eyes and felt the rain fall harder by the second. She was at the edge of the roof now, not at the small gap between the buildings, but standing at the gap between this roof and the one across the street. The distance was too far to jump but sometimes Clover thought about doing it. The thought of soaring through the sky for that distance was both dizzying and thrilling.
She stayed in this position for some time, her paws gripping her place on the roof, her eyes starring at what was beneath her. This roof wasn't a particularly high one, she could easily use the ledges she could see from here to jump down. It used to be a human house obviously, one that held several human homes. Each floor, except the third and final one at the bottom, had a balcony. Some of them even had flowers, some had lawn chairs. Not many animals entered old human dwellings. The stink of death and sickness had become too much for most.
Clover moved her eyes to the street below. There were a few animals walking down the street to her left and right. No one was stopping to chat, everyone had someplace to be. It was a wonderful feeling, having no place to go. No one to report back to. No one to deal with but herself. Isolation was key, there was nothing better than a little solitude.
((OOC:I couldn't find a good stopping point... I hope this is okay =/ ))
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