San Fransisco
Rating: M (as a whole, heavy dealings with drug use, sex, prositution, etc.)
Disclaimer: hells no,I own my words. but not the show, biatch. Enjoy.
Summary: And now she feels the Ever After, as she settles in it's majesty. We're back, and he tells her she is home.Marissa's Story: sequel to Into Dust
Author's Note: So here is part II of Marissa's story. Get ready. She's got some deamons to fight. If anyone can tell, this story is semi-inspired by Vanessa Carlton's San Fransisco. It may get dark, it may get scary, there's gonna be some love, reviews are really welcomed. Thank you, and enjoy. (This will be the shortest chapter, I promise.)
"And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old.
And magnificently we will flow into the mystic"
-Van Morrison
Packing up was easy. There wasn't much to pack. Lose ends and visions she wanted to forget. Leaving them behind like ghosts in the artificial looking hotel room. Leaving them, living and breathing, she wondered if they'd disintegrate with time. She wondered if one day they'd fizzle into dust and just become distant memories.
That's what she hoped for. Prayed for. But for now there was now, as she sat next to the first boy she ever loved, with everything she owned filling not even a suitcase in the trunk. The wind blew through her hair and she felt something bittersweet wash over her as she watched the setting sun. Time drifted in and out like a puzzle, weaving through. Closing her eyes she felt the wind on her skin, and the setting sun soak through her. The orange daytime fading into what would be a starry night. They would drive all night. Just the two of them.
They were going into the unknown.
She felt like they were explorers. Going into uncharted territory. Explorers going into unfamiliar, the vast and blurry unknown. The unknown that she used to surround herself with, the unknown to her now that used to be all she had known. Gated in her mind like a far away dream.
Four days, three nights ago she was melting into the sand.
Four days, three nights later she was here, she was going home.
