Post before Retirement OOM's
The dreams were becoming harder to ignore. On waking up she was always left with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Looking in the mirror she didn't recognize herself. No sign of a golden tan, her eyes were no longer so gentle. It was time to go home.
The wind was blowing softly through the trees. She could hear the sound, soft rustling, a peaceful breeze. Out by the lake, she stilled herself, prepared to say goodbye to the creature who had shared her identity, who had stolen her life, who she had murdered. A rosemary bush, a grave. Thea sat and she thought of everything. Of Dark. Of her friends. Of her life here. Of Viktor. If she returned, nothing would ever be the same, would he go with her? Cross-legged, she wrapped the simple cotton blanket around her knees, hands pressed to her lap. Thea closed her eyes.
Without risks, there are no results. Be brave, Daughter of Hellewise.
Time to go.
The wind was blowing softly through the trees. She could hear the sound, soft rustling, a peaceful breeze. Out by the lake, she stilled herself, prepared to say goodbye to the creature who had shared her identity, who had stolen her life, who she had murdered. A rosemary bush, a grave. Thea sat and she thought of everything. Of Dark. Of her friends. Of her life here. Of Viktor. If she returned, nothing would ever be the same, would he go with her? Cross-legged, she wrapped the simple cotton blanket around her knees, hands pressed to her lap. Thea closed her eyes.
Without risks, there are no results. Be brave, Daughter of Hellewise.
Time to go.