>>5462032Soon your heightened senses would finally break through the wall that you shrouded yourself with. Alerting you to the various feelings and lingering thoughts that permeated the house. It was the synesthesia once again giving you clarity, almost acting on impulse. You could empathize with the emotions around you. Seeing the colors and their aromas as each of them starts to flow around you. Circling in a gentle tempest that blends to make a multicolor aurora as you take it all in.
The imagery of your family starts to appear, becoming more solid and detailed the stronger your visualization becomes. First a rather tall and rugged man with a will groom stashed, wearing his trademark trench coat, often resembling that of Dick Tracy. The second was a mature woman radiating with a quiet intensity of motherly charm. A real beauty untouched by time with long, wavey locks, a well-rounded physique cladded in a sun dress, and gentle yet firm eyes that put your heart and soul at ease.
Following that was a pair of kids, looking no older than eight to ten years old. One was a boy named Aaron who unlike his dad with his straight hair had wavy, voluminous hair. It was shaggy but not curly, resembling that of a surfer as he had skater attire. As for the girl she was named Ariella, she was voluminous just like her twin, she was far silkier and straight-lace. Resembling a miniature Rapunzel with manageable very long hair.
Even the pet cat Salem was within view, lounging around as he licked his velvety black fur. You had him since you were seven, so he was middle-aged in cat years but still active and adventurous like the day you met him. Last but certainly not least there was your grandma Annette Franklin Rosenberger or Anne for short. Mother of your father Daniel, and mother-in-law to your mom Sabrina. She was the matriarch of the family. Yet despite being tough yet fair, she held a heart of gold and was a pillar of wisdom.
It was all so clear and concise, almost like you were right there at that very moment. No, it would be more accurate to say you were watching a simulation of those events. As such you were left to see close hand how they were taking the news of your demise. Disbelief, distraught, panic, fraught, shattered, and so much more. Seeing them react so vehemently over your demise only made it more painful for you. You didn’t have any doubts before, but this proved to you just how deeply heartbroken your family was over what has happened.
Shaken with a whirlwind of different emotions, your eyes begin to suddenly change. Sorrow, grief, dismal, a whole cornucopia of clashing lugubrious emotions. All of this blend to make a cacophony of morose disparity. You couldn’t bring yourself to be a smidge of melancholy. You didn’t want to die, you didn’t want to trouble your family, you didn’t want any of these. All you ever wanted was just to learn and uncover the secrets locked within your family’s heirloom.
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