They underestimated her. They always had. Ever since the first encounter with them, they never looked further than she was willing to show. She didn't really mind at first. Didn't really care. The less they knew the better. Of course they had trials and tribulations of there own, but they couldn't understand. They'd never understand. But she didn't care, right? Right. What a fool she'd been. Living in a world of denial and ignorance was wonderfully blissful. That was until she noticed his eyes, or his strength and kindness. That was until Julia's name was uttered. Then everything changed. Everything changed for the reckless cowboy and the lonely ex-cop. But they didn't notice. She was just there. And the sad part of everything, the thing that she regrets more than anything in her extended life was on that faithful day, she cried. She let them see that she had cared. Cared more deeply then she would like to admit. She had cried over him. Over the loss of a comrade as Grim would have put it. Over the loss of a friend, the loss of a beloved that never knew. She cried because everything was changing again and she couldn't stop it. So on that faithful day, she went after him. She saved him. Picking him up and leaving him with the other. And then she ran. She was so tired of running. The arrogant bastard thought that he was the only one running from the past. Well they knew nothing. They still know nothing.
Blue Moon
She woke up like she did every morning. The sound of the crashing waves would always wake her up. Some would think that the blissful sounds would be wonderful to wake up to, sort of relaxing. But they didn't know the silence the waves presented. She would have loved to wake up to children running up and down the hallways, laughing and playing. Or to a pestering husband, horny and trying to make love to her quickly before it to late and they absolutely had to get up or their boss would bite their head off. Maybe even to a phone call. But every morning for the past 5 years, she woke up to the waves crashing on the beach, the sun coming over the horizon, the birds chirping off somewhere trying to gathering a breakfast for their family.
Family. The word struck a chord within her that she still could not, to this day bury. She had had a family once, in her youth where she was too adolescent to appreciate. And once, once upon an old fishing ship, she had called them her family. Now, the only member left was the girl.
Sighing over the depressing thoughts that never left Faye Valentine got up from the futon on her porch that overlooked the sea. Standing, the blanket forgotten falling on the ground carelessly, she stood, naked, in the glory of the sun. Feeling it's warmth on her skin, the only warmth she felt. Enjoying the moment, but knowing it was getting time to go, she glanced over her shoulder, through the completely glass door toward the clock. Time for another day. Another day without a family, a lover, a child. Another day they wouldn't come looking for her. Another day that he lived, and he didn't come look for her. Anyway, she wasn't Julia.
