Boulevard of Broken Dreams
The soft wind whipped her cerulean hair into her face. Images flooded her mind, things of the past. Colors flitted in and out as the images blurred, becoming one. The faces of people churned around her, spinning and changing, one face becoming another. Their faces appeared. She reached out for them, only for the images to disappear in the wind and float away. She sighed. Things were never holding, always changing. They flew past her before she could hold on to them. It was as if she was trapped in an impenetrable glass box, unable to do anything but watch as time rushed by right in front of her.
But for a moment, there was a stillness, a calm in the winds. A chance for change, a time for choice, a decision to be made. Time for her to grip hold of her life and regain control of it. She had hesitated; for things like that always seemed to slip through her fingertips the instant she tried to grab them. Time and time again had proven that. But this betrayal could not be forgotten.
And now here she was, watching the images of the past float past right in front of her, drowning her in their depths. Adrenaline suddenly coursed through her veins and she felt the power to change. To change everything. For too long she had sat by and watched the time go by. It was now or never.
Voices crowded her thoughts and she was brought back to reality. She was staring into the eyes of a person, staring straight into their depths. She was looking at one who had known loss, had dealt with grief and the feeling of helplessness. A person much like herself.
Maybe it was his eyes that called to her. Or maybe, just maybe it was something about him, something about the essence of him that stirred something in her, something that had been dormant for too long. But that didn't matter much longer, for suddenly, with utmost certainty and clarity, her decision was made.
Words were not needed, but they came anyway, tumbling and spilling from her mouth.
She realized that her hesitancy for change was what had been holding back the whole time. Of what would come if she chose to do something different and out of the ordinary for once. For she knew that once the decision was made, there was no turning back.
But for once, she welcomed the change. And she knew at that moment that her life had truly begun.
A/N- I have absolutely no idea where THAT came from. I just started typing and the words just flowed out, spilling over on the page. At first it was just going to be a 100 word drabble, but I got to a point where I just couldn't cut any more of my sentences back because it would kill the story. So I kept those sentences and added more to make it a larger drabble. At first it was supposed to be when she (Mia, if you haven't figured out yet) is reliving their whole adventure, for the four lighthouses have been lit and everybody is going home. She isn't sure where her home is and the drabble was supposed to be about figuring that out, and deciding to stay in Vale, but somehow the story spiraled out of my control from there and changed into what you see here.
And what you see here is basically at the moment before Mia decides to join Isaac and company. I know, I know, it was confusing, but now that I said that, hopefully it will make more sense. Actually you can make it out to be any situation you want (with a pairing too, if you want) with any characters you want, but that was what I made it out to be. I hope you enjoyed it. :)
