Hello everyone, welcome to my latest project. This is going to be a collection of one-shots by yours truly. But what's so special about that? you might ask. Let me tell you. For each of these little one-shots, I have created a "Random Story Idea Generator". It's a program I wrote that will give a random pair and a theme to write about. So some of these might be a little, unique. Let me know what you think. If you like the idea, support it. If you want your own random prompt feel free to leave a review or send me a pm and I'll be happy to send you a prompt. Each story will start with which characters it's about and what the theme is. So, with that all out of the way, here's the first of many interesting stories.
Yang, Glynda, Comfort, AU
She had been the strong one. She had been the rock that everyone clung to in times of sadness or despair. When Summer had passed away, she had been there for her father and her sister. When her father had passed away, she had been there for her sister. When her sister had left her unexpectedly, she had had no one left to be there for.
She was left all alone. There was no one left to console, no one left to reassure that everything would be alright. Her greatest power was useless now. And with that uselessness came an overwhelming feeling of despair and loneliness.
She had long since learned to sleep in an empty house. She had long since learned to go about her day in almost complete silence. She had long since gotten used to throwing her evenings away, drowning her sorrows and washing away her despair.
And every day she would wake up in the morning, her head heavy and her eyes puffy. And everyday she would cry her way through her morning routine till she made it outside. And everyday she would put up the thickest mask she could muster to veil the horrible anguish that was slowly consuming her from the inside.
Today was like all of the four hundred and sixty-three that had come since her sister's departure. Work was as mind numbing as ever. But that's exactly how she wanted it, the tedious nothingness far preferable to the constant agony her life had become. Her coworkers avoided her. But that was for the best. The last thing she wanted was to have to try and converse with them. She wasn't sure she could keep herself together if asked about her life or her family.
The day flew by, another monotonous speck on the impossibly despicable excuse of an existence that was her life. She left the office shortly before eight, heading straight to the bar down the street. There was no time for food, she couldn't afford to give her mind any more time to be alone.
It was less than five minutes from leaving the office that she had a drink in her hand and a booth in the corner. She pulled heavily at the quickly emptying bottle of whiskey before her. She had long since given up on pouring it into a glass. It only made getting it down her throat that much harder and take that much longer.
Three-quarters of the way through her second bottle she felt the booth dip. Now, there were, without a doubt, several million people who would kill to look even half as good as she did. Even in her miserable state she was a sight to behold. But she felt it was only a curse. She hated all of the sleazy guys that would approach her, thinking she'd be an easy target. Many a nose had been broken over such things.
She was just about ready to tell him to shove off when she heard a surprisingly gentle, feminine voice.
"That's quite a lot to be drinking."
She rolled her eyes at the painfully obvious and terribly pointless observation. No shit is was a lot to be drinking, that's the fucking point. But she wasn't about to explain that to whoever this bitch was.
"It hurts to lose someone."
Those next words surprised her. How had this person guessed her troubles? How had they seen so clearly through her mask. And how dare they ask something like that!? She was about ready to just swing her fist at that stupid voice before it spoke once more.
"My husband passed three years ago today. My daughter too. They were driving home from a game and some drunk driver plowed them down. They never saw it coming."
She was taken aback by the voice's revelation. Why were they sharing this with her? What did they possible hope to accomplish? Why wouldn't they just leave her to wallow in her own self pity?
"I can't really say it get's better. Or that it even get's easier. Hell, look at me, I'm back at the bar again. But the one thing I have found is that nothing makes it worse than keeping it bottled up"
Her first thought upon hearing those words was to consider how familiar they felt. Had those not been almost the exact words she had always used to comfort her little sister. Wasn't that always what she had been repeating. Just let it out. She shuddered at the memories of Ruby. They still burned in her heart and ached in her mind.
"I'm not asking you to tell me your life story, or even tell me anything. I just want to see to it that you don't follow the same path I found myself traveling not too long ago."
She tried to stop herself, truly she did. She did everything in her power to hold it in, but like a dam bursting her tears came pouring from her already puffy eyes. Sobs wracked her body and her head came crashing down to pound on the table. How could this person get through her skin so easily?
In her anguish filled state she didn't immediately register the soft hand carefully rubbing gentle circles on her back. Her first instinct was to throw the offending appendage off of her and sever it from the body it had been attached to. But the longer it stayed there, easing the strain she carried, the harder it became to find issue with it.
Eventually she succumbed to the desire to lean into it. The once gentle circles turning into a strong comforting embrace. She continued her silent weeping, slowly releasing all of the distress that burdened her. When finally the tears stopped, she felt better than she could remember ever feeling.
She could still feel those strong arms holding her, grounding her. She lifted her head and was met with the concerned and caring gaze of an emerald eyed woman. She wasn't sure what to say so she remained silent.
Was this what it was like to have someone care for you? She had always been the one doing the caring. Now that the tables were turned, she finally understood how important she had been to her sister.
"Are you alright?"
She looked back up into those green eyes and thought. Thought about her past. About her family, her sister. About all she had done for them. About all they had done for her. She thought about her life now. About what she was going to do with herself.
"I think I'm going to be alright."
