Author's Note:
Well, I am a terrible human being who hasn't posted anything whatsoever on my account since 2013. As of right now, I make no promises of being consistent with any updates whatsoever! All I can say is that any stories that I have as "incomplete" that are posted right now and in the future will be finished eventually!
This is just a drabble that I may or may not turn into a collection, therefore it will always remain as "complete."
She didn't blame her for giving up. She didn't blame her for not understanding her wanderlust. And she certainly didn't blame her for growing tired of her desire to danger-which could never be truly sated. Oh no, really, she never expected anyone to understand. And yet it still hurt, not like a simple slap to the face or punch to the gut, but more like ripping open an injury that was never quite fully healed, or maybe the stinging sensation one gets when poring alcohol on an infected wound. Yeah, that's how it felt-scratch that-how it still feels. Despite this nearly unbearable sensation that has left a gaping hole in her heart, the young woman holds no grudge. It was completely her own fault after all, Catherine may have been the one to cut their ties, but truly she was the one who left.
She, Fiona, had chosen her suicidal lifestyle over the one person she could honestly say that truly cares for her. The young woman knew what she generally did was ridiculous, backpacking from place to place, traveling wherever she willed herself to go, making money off of bounties, the list goes on. Catherine was always her best friend, practically attached to the hip since they were children, but let's face it, Catherine never truly saw Fiona eye to eye over the topic of where her life was going. Catherine didn't want to die because of this reckless lifestyle.
It was a simple request, settle down, find a home together and have more stability. Simple right? As long as they were with each other, anything could be an adventure, they would be happy, but most all: they would be a family. What hurt most was the look she had received when she finally answered the request. Then it was over, done, finalized. Catherine wanted no part in Fiona's death-seeking adventure. It's for the better, the young woman always knew that she would end up alone, she just didn't realize her lonesome would be caused by her own will. The only woman stubborn enough to worm her way into Fiona's life is gone now.
The young woman idly plays with her soft golden locks, as her expressive eyes bore into the back of the bartender, "I need a drink," she says, "I'm far too somber to be thinking about this."
Author's Note:
Please review and let me know if I should turn this into a collection! If I do, I'll most like make it a drabble-related series, the plot and stories will all be linked, but time and place will be scattered!
-WaterMage