prompt: courage.
thanks: Bri [the Columbian Crusade] for the prompt. :D
dedication: Potato, for leaving that lovely review and reminding to update! Oh, and being my complain-about-timezones buddy.
title: Left Behind
summary: "Grace was the free spirit that flew with the wind in an elegant, graceful dance, much like her name. Many said Beatrice only pulled her down."
character(s): Beatrice Cahill/Grace Cahill
rating: K
Grace was the loved one.
Grace was the source of courage and bravery that Beatrice fed off.
Grace was the free spirit that flew with the wind, the courageous brave soul that took on challenges for the thrill of it, the confident, easy-going, optimistic, life-loving, one that others adored.
Many said Beatrice only pulled her down.
Beatrice was the unique one; oddly unique. Pessimistic. Paranoid. She was always careful and obedient, afraid of consequences. The only reason she did half of what she did was just because Grace convinced her, guilt-tipped her, and Beatrice always saw it a duty as an older sister to take care of their siblings.
It was a shock to Beatrice when Grace changed and made her own friends.
She no longer had to beg Beatrice to join her in her daring acts- Beatrice went at the first hint. Any way to keep Grace from scoffing 'coward' and stomping off to ask her friends to go; any way to stop their sisterly bond from disappearing, and Grace from slipping away. Any way to keep Beatrice from being left behind in the dust.
But she got left behind in the end, anyway.
In school she'd always been known as 'Grace's sister' but not anymore. Now she wasn't known at all. She was a person you never glanced at twice, nobody next to her younger sister.
A shadow faded to nothing.
So when Grace bid goodbye to her hometown and started going places all over the world, Beatrice stayed behind.
Soon, the clue hunt mattered more than her. Grace traveled everywhere- for the Clue hunt. Whenever Beatrice called- I'm busy with the Clue hunt. When Grace came back – I'm only here for the Clue hunt.
To most people, death took Grace away, but for Beatrice, the Clue hunt did.
So when she finally let their childhood memories go, Beatrice let Grace, the source of her courage go too. Until she slowly grew into an old coward, because in a twisted way, Beatrice needed Grace to be brave.
It was simple, really.
Grace was the important one.
Beatrice was not.
A/N: Whoa, another chapter.
Can I shamefully admit I've had this written up since last year but never really bothered to do anything with it? ^^ I wanted to make it better, but I can't really see how. Sorry for making Grace the villain in this, I just think Beatrice needs some loving.
Thanks for all reviewers! I'm relying on you to catch the mistakes in this one as well. :3
~Snow.
