A BEAUTIFUL SOUL CALLED ELEANORA.

     Meals Over.

After tidying up their plates, Eleanora and Navi moved to reading books. They weren't the most social duo but reading books together is an activity perfect for both their introverted nature's.

     Eleanora sleeps across the couch in a half lying and half sitting position while supporting her back and head with pillows. An open book across her frail left hand with her right hand fingers hinged in between two pages.

     *Flip*, She flips over to the next page with intrigue on her face.

     "Have you read this?..", Eleanora asks with slightly furrowed brows that comes off as funny as her gaze stays glued on the book in her hands.

     Navi who's sitting on the floor with his legs crossed and ankles tucked while positioned with his back against the couch and his neck straight listens to his mom's question he looks at the pages of the book in his hand.

     Not even bothering to look at the book his mom is holding he responds calmly witha low, "Um..".

     *Flip*, he also flips another page over.

As long as it's been written on pages, Navi is absolutely sure that he has read not just every book but also every word in this house countless times over.

     He could hear the sound of Eleanora gently scratching her hair and could perfectly paint a mental image of her current face..

     *Cough**Cough*, She gives two sick coughs causing Navi to finally look up at her in worry.

     *Sniffle*, "I'm fine.. and I really should have paid more attention to the stuffs you read..", Eleanora reassures her son before redirecting the attention to her current thoughts.

     Navi turns his attention back to his book before nodding his head twice in genuine agreement at her words.

     They've been reading for hours on a row now and it's already late evening. Navi could keep on reading because he's already used to sleepless nights and days but not the sick Eleanora.

     *Yarn*, Eleanora gives a sleepy Yarn as she stretches her palms out before smacking twice against her parted lips.

     She puts the book she's reading across her face like a cover as she adjusts the pillow she's resting against. With a sleepy voice, she asks..

     "How do you think the world behind those walls look like?..".

     Navi pauses for a moment before answering, "I'll find out myself..", He says calmly and confidently as he flips another page over.

     "Okay..", Eleanora says lazily without the slightest bit of doubt or sarcasm in her tone. After this, she slowly falls into deep sleep.

     The seconds tick by, the sun fully sets and the moon peeps our faintly to give some light in the sky filled with darkness.

     Navi who is still reading a book feels a cold breeze blow through the room prompting him to drop his book. His mother is still sleeping on the couch so he pulls a blanket from the bed to cover up her frail body but the second he felt the cold wind, he could immediately sense that something is wrong.

     Stubbornly, he brings the blanket and drapes it over his mom's body with his body and fingers trembling.

     He walks away from his mom's body sweeping back his hair and panting heavily as his eyes redden.

     Something is wrong and he doesn't dare confirm it!!!..

     *PANT* *PANT* *PANT*

     His palm moistens from sweat, his lungs finds difficulty in expanding and relaxing, his heart beat is ringing loudly through his brain.

     After a while, he fights back the tears and then slowly walks to his mother's side. He puts his finger below her nose, begging internally for a gust of warm air but there's.. nothing.

     He pulls his eyes away while staggering backwards slowly before his legs fails as he falls butt first against the floor.

     Looking at his mother's body which is covered in thick blanket, his body trembles but then he takes big breaths with his system hitting a new level of both turbulence and calm..

     He crawls to his mother's side and takes her right hand into both of his own and then quietly, he moved from desperation to grief.

     *Drip*

     A drop of water falls on his robes as he sits quietly in the silence.

     For the first time in Navi's life, he didn't bleed in silence but instead, he cried in silence.

     He screamed without making a sound, he sobbed without letting it out, he let her go without letting go of her hand.

     From hope to acceptance of reality, from acceptance to anguish, from anguish to sadness, from sadness to true grief, from grief to emptiness..

     Minutes felt like hours as Navi remained sitting by his Mother's side till the next morning.

...

     There were only two people in the world apart from him that came to his mother's grave yard.

     He had dug one for her that very morning not able to bear seeing her cold without a place to rest. With the help of Head Geisha Alicia, he bought a coffin and other things needed for a grave.

     Three people, -Navïælét, Alicia and Inami(Eleanora's friend) took control of the burial in silent mourning. They clothed her in traditional White resting robes then put her in the coffin as they silently said their heart tearing goodbyes before covering her up.

     A tombstone with markings of Eleanora's names age and titles was placed and cemented over her grave. The slab says-

     A mother..

     A friend..

     A Beautiful Soul..

     Sitting on the floor in front of her grave with reddened but calm eyes, Navi slowly comes to peace with reality.

     He loves his mother of course. He doesn't want her gone and he can never be prepared for something like this happening but.. she was happy. She was at peace that she died without pains and,.. She was proud.

     Death, whoever or whatever it is would definitely be proud to take such a beautiful soul to the other side.

     She was fulfilled and because he knows this, Navi found peace admit the pains. Head Geisha Alicia is also sitting by the side of his mother's grave and for the first time since he've known her, she isn't wearing her passive mask.

     She seems calm but the sadness in her teary eyes couldn't be denied. In all red clothes(like the tradition), the trio sits in silence around the grave they have been torn apart as they built up.

     *Rumble*

     Low sound of thunder resounds in the background but the trio barely flinched. It started as a drizzle till a full out pour down of rain from grey clouds but the trio remained sitting in the muddy dirt around her grave just Mourning the dismiss of the beautiful soul called 'Eleanora'.