Home is Where She Keeps My Heart
Mary-Lynette hastily grabbed her telescope and all but ran out the door, not bothering to let anyone know where she was going; there was no need.
She continued running until she reached his hill, breathing heavily. She was, over a length of time, regretting her decision to remain human. Every night she had to force back the urge to get one of his sisters to change her. Every night she stared at the stars and they seemed dull.
Her range was only that of a human, after all, and she couldn't help but think that if she was a vampire the stars would outshine everything else. But nothing outshined him in her mind.
She keeps him there, you see. Under lock and key where he can't be hurt. From an outside perspective, he may seem just a figment of a dream -or a wish- but to Mary-Lynnette,he was all too real. If he's safe, she's safe.
But for now, the stars appeared just average. She found them about as interesting as anyone else would. And that's what scared her the most.
Not the fact that she was in constant danger, not the fact that darkness loomed over her every second, not even that he was gone.
No, it was the fact that not even the stars could keep her happy anymore.
This is the lowest you've sunk, Mary-Lynette. She thought pitifully to herself.
Nowadays, she often walked about, wallowing in self pity. Some of her friends used to call, including her blood sisters, but she never picked up. Eventually they stopped calling. She hardly cared if people thought she was depressed, she knew she was fine. Or, she would be when he came back.
When, not if.
After it came to the three year mark, she was told it was wrong the way she was functioning. But she just kept believing.
Now her heart sat broken, enclosed tightly in ice. Frostbitten, hidden away where no one would ever reach it. Unattainable.
At the moment, she took a seat on the ground, pulled her knees to her chest, and stared hard at the blackened sky. She tried so hard. So hard to see something, anything there. It still ceased to interest her.
So she cried.
They were silent tears, but they hurt. Worse than her physical pains, because she was crying for her lost love. Both of them.
She had nothing now.
She narrowed her eyes and squeezed her fists so they stung. She screamed at the top of her lungs until her chest throbbed, her throat burned, and her lungs clenched in protest.
She lay down, defeated. Life would go on, she supposed. It may not feel like it, but life would go on.
She heaved a heavy sigh and sat up again, uncomfortable. She wasn't successful, though, because she collided heads with something.
"Ow." A shy, familiar voice rang in her ears.
She sprung to her feet, in shock.
He smiled meekly at her and stood up also.
"Hello there, chatterbox." He said, too sarcastic for her liking. She took a step in his direction, barely. As he reached for her, her breath hitched.
She slapped him, hard. Then she scoffed, as he looked taken aback and a bit hurt.
She was far too angry to care. She pounded his chest, screaming.
"Monster! You monster! Three fucking years! You left me! How could you?"
When she ran out of steam eventually, she collapsed onto his chest and he held her tightly as she cried.
"Ash." She breathed.