Entry for Week 4 of the Drabble Competition

Characters: Darcy, Riven; One-Word Prompt: Longing

Word Count: (minus A/Ns): 683

I slammed the door of café we were in as I exited. I was positively (negatively?) fuming.

I walked down the street, my head down, hands in my jeans pockets. I had just left Musa in the café. Apparently, we were over. For good this time, it seemed. Even though I tried not to show that I cared, the reality of it stung. Severely.

I had just lost her: the girl who I thought really cared about me. I thought Musa loved me.

She did. You were just too dense to realise it. You let her love for you go in through one ear and out the other.

That was true. I only realised when it was too late how much I needed her.

But I wouldn't care. I would make out I didn't need her. I would make out that I never cared.

But you do. You long for affection. You long for someone to take care of you. You yearn for love. You know you do.

I shook my head to clear my deceitful thoughts. I didn't need them at a time like this. They wouldn't help. They would only drive me into my pit of gloom even further.

I stopped walking for a second and that's when I saw her. Her long, brown hair and her piercing hazel eyes. But what truly caught my attention was her smirk. There were infinite levels of smugness radiating off of her – another thing that I wished for.

Someone who was like me. Cunning. Someone whose interests matched mine. And, even though I knew nothing about her, even though it was as if she had a sign screaming 'witch', I knew that that girl fit those requirements.

She was alone, leaning against the window of another café, so I deemed it OK to approach her. I walked up towards her, hoping I appeared casual and not agitated. I made to walk past her; to go and sit at a table not far from her.

However, as I walked past, she drawled out a 'Hello. I haven't seen you here before.'

Instantly, I turned round and my face burned. 'W-well,' I stuttered. 'I… don't really come here often,' I explained, hoping that the crimson in my cheeks wasn't too obvious. I took a seat at the table.

She laughed. 'Oh, I know you don't. Riven.'

That drew my notice. 'Do I know you?' I asked.

'No, but I know you,' she said. She strolled over to my table, pulled out the spare chair and put herself in it with overwhelming grace.

'Who are you?' I asked. This girl was making me edgy, even if she had the elegance of a swan.

'Darcy. Middle sister of the Trix.'

The Trix. I had heard that name before. The Trix. Where had I heard the Trix? Oh!

'You mean the legendary trio of Cloud Tower?'

Again, she laughed and I had a feeling she thought me inferior. I wasn't used to people thinking I was substandard. 'No, sweetie,' she droned again, and I frowned. Definitely making me uneasy. 'The legendary trio of Cloud Tower are our ancestors.'

'Oh. Right. OK.' A thought struck me. 'How did you know who I am?'

She stood up again and pushed the chair in. 'Another story for another day.' She started walking once more.

When she was a metre or so away, she turned back to me with one more smirk and said, 'Until next time darling.'

I raised an eyebrow. What was with her? I sat staring at the chair she had once occupied.

I was intrigued. She certainly seemed far from ordinary. Like me.

It's your broken heart making you feel like this. Don't think about her. You don't need her. She's a witch. You're a specialist. Specialists don't mix with witches. You know that.

But there was nothing in the book that said I couldn't feel anything towards her.

And, like she said, next time. Next time I would find out more.

A/N: This week, so far, there are only 2 of us participating: me and ShadeofLight. We'd really like some more people to compete with... so join in? It's so much fun, guys! Come on. Check out the WCFC forum for more details.