So it's been a long, long time since I have written any sort of fan fiction.
I've wanted to write for a while, I have no idea where this storyline is headed, or if I will even keep it up but I thought I would try. It may or may not follow the official storyline.
I am going to (annoyingly) say that everything that has happened up until Carla's return in the same. That god awful affair storyline between Peter and Tina, which pretty much ruined Corrie for me.
Anyhow, let's see how this goes.
Reviews are most definitely encouraged and appreciated, and any thoughts or ideas would be loved. Feel free to request any little scenes here and there and I will try my best to include them.
Prologue
Weatherfield. Those tawny cobbled streets. Streets that had seen her strut down them at the best of times.
It felt good to be back. Peculiar, but good. The 18 months she had spent on the sleepy coast of Devon, focused on some sort of recovery from the past 10 years of turbulence, had done her good. The world of good.
Most would be able to see the fresh smile brushed across her plump lips. The shine in her once again, ebony hair. The gentle flush on her cheekbones warming, no longer gaunt and drained.
And although she once again loved what she saw in the mirror, it was what she felt in her heart that had really changed.
The pain of the last few years had quite literally eaten her away. The first evening she had moved into her empty house in Devon, stark and bare, she had looked in the mirror. Along with her bed it was the only bit of furniture in her bedroom.
She remembered looking at her reflection and seeing the child she had left behind all those years ago. She had lost more weight than she realised, her eyes were bleak and her face was tired.
Lifting her head up, her eyes met her own in their reflection. The tall mirror lent against the white wall in her new house. The room was dark, just a flickering candle beside her bed.
Her eyes scanned and traced the body she saw in front of her. Since when had she gotten so thin? It wasn't just her cheekbones jutting out beneath her fragile skin, her hip bones jutted out that little too far, her ribs that bit too visible. Where was Carla Connor?
She was only human. Love had taken it's toll and she'd been so close to giving up once again, her perseverance which had always been her forte was wearing thin, paper thin.
And so she'd fled to Devon, maybe to hide away, maybe to escape.
Whatever the reason had been, it had been the right thing to do.
The sharp snap of her heel as it hit the cobbles bellow was a welcoming sound. Shutting the door of her Jaguar she stood tall, glancing over the street that had been home for so many years.
'Welcome back, Carla Connor' she muttered to herself, with a soft smirk.