Pompeii - Inspired By A Song

This is part of the Inspired by a song competition, based on Pompeii by Bastille.
Some key lyrics:
Eh-eh-o eh-o [4x],

I was left to my own devices,
Many days fell away with nothing to show,

And the walls kept tumbling down,
In the city that we love,
Grey clouds roll over the hills,
Bringing darkness from above,

But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like,
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like,
You've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

Eh-eh-o eh-o [4x],

Oh where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?
Oh where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?

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“We have to go back!” Tears streamed down my face, “Uncle promised.”

“Livia. Your uncle’s promise, although comforting, wasn’t before we found out about it.” My mother, the voice of reason, could barely calm me today.

“Please. I need to go,” I tried, but it wasn’t until my uncle came in the room my she listened.

“Let the child come. You weren’t there sister,” his voice was quiet, the quietest I have ever heard.

“F...fine. But don’t be hopeful, there is nothing there,”

I sighed and rubbed my eyes, “Trust me Mother. I am not going to be an optimist about this. I know what happened.”

I don’t think I truly did. Despite my constant reassurances, I wasn’t truly ready. I knew the devastation but I didn’t understand. They said 2,000 died in the ash, the smoke, the fire. I knew this but I didn’t realise that a whole city had been swallowed up, devoured by the mountain and it couldn’t come back.

My aunt, uncle and I stood on a hill, looking down at Pompeii. I barely recognised it. Rubble covered with a blanket of grey and homes broken. Another family were a little way away from us, silently crying over the devastation. I felt a tear trickle down my face and wiped my cheek, determined to be strong. I looked over and saw my aunt crying too.

“There really is nothing left... nothing at all.”

At this, a small old man who was just to the right of uncle opened his mouth and sang a song laden with grief. It told of a great battle from many years ago and in a way reminded me of Pompeii battling with Vesuvius. We stayed still, listening intently, until he had finished. There was a short pause; the elderly man sang again, this time of a classic that we had all heard many times. I shut my eyes and with the sun shining, the dark smoke gone, it felt the same.

I whispered to my family, 'If you close your eyes. Doesn't it almost feel like nothing has changed at all? If you close your eyes doesn't it almost feel like you've been here before?"

They nodded though looked a bit bewildered. Nonetheless, I knew what I meant. I really felt the same. It wasn't though. It would never be the same again.

But if you close your eyes...

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