This one's really short. I have no idea where it came from, but it just did. I hope you enjoy it.
Absence
Puck was leaving. He had to leave. The wonders of the outside world beckoned to him, called to him in sultry voices. He had spent years cooped up in this house, and now he longed for freedom, for escape. Sure there were distractions, things he liked to do, people who he cared about, small (or big) things which momentarily sated his desire to disappear.
But in the end, they did not work, and he found himself on the doorstep, a plane ticket shoved in his pocket, two suitcases standing up beside him. There were tears when he left, of course, both from the occupants and leaver of the house, but along it was a sense of inevitability. They had all seen it coming, their detective minds had pieced together the parts of the puzzle, and as usual come up with the right conclusion.
That didn't make it any less sad though, and before he left Sabrina pulled him aside and told him one thing.
Don't forget me.
I won't, he promised.
And then he was gone.
...
In the years that followed, new memories were made, and old ones were forgotten. Puck traveled the world, delighting in the new cuisines he found, or the new rides he went on, or the strange hotels in which he lived. He bounced all over the world, like a bee in a flower patch, buzzing and humming and just plain living. He couldn't be happier.
Sabrina, though, stayed at home, continued her work, devised new strategies, solved her mysteries. She looked into old books, researched events recorded in the numerous diaries she found, recorded events of her own. She was content, and though her fire remained, her edge still sharp like her sword, she discovered how to relax, and find peace. She was like a single flower, surrounded by hundreds of other flowers, growing, respiring, and just plain living. She couldn't be happier.
And then bee met flower, plane met airport, Puck returned to Sabrina. And it started to rain.
...
They had forgotten each other. Two years of experiences, of rivalry and companionship, of love and romance, all lost. Scattered amongst the trees, trodden underfoot by their new lives, they had faded from their minds. Gone was the clarity of vision, the nostalgia of memory, all that was left was the shadow of a former life, an empty hollowed-out husk where a healthy body once thrived. Their reconciliation was cool, polite, not particularly hostile or threatening, but not warm or friendly either.
It was as if they had never met, as if they never knew each other, as if they had never fought or argued or loved before.
...
Absence does make the heart grow fonder. But it also makes the heart forget. Because nothing can withstand the everlasting presence of time, that cold constant wind that batters against your defense, against your mind. It pushes everything to the side, and in floods the new, that continuous surge of different experiences, which ripples and pulses and thrums like water.
I wish I could say they were sad, that tears slid from their cheeks, or apologetic words were exchanged. But then I would be lying. Because everything had been thrown aside, cast to the ground.
And whatever was down there, drowned.
Thanks for reading. This one's really short I know, but I couldn't of any other way to continue it without ruining it, so I just ended it there. This is a new take on Puck and Sabrina's relationship, so tell me what you think. Please review.