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In the end, she all but takes the hut apart.
There's a certain sort of person that survives by not letting very few people meet the real them. Eden became one of those people when she was not much older than four. Later, she became Major Sinclair, and she all but forgot that she'd even got a birth name, for a while. But she never forgot her mother, and her mother was always the reason that she hardened her heart.
And then this bloody island happened, this bloody island, and she let herself get changed. She fell in love. She got a bloody cat. And she made friends. Fucking hell, she made friends, and now she's lost the best friend that she's ever had and all that's left is an empty hut. There's the ATV and the crossbow (which Alice taught Eden to shoot, once upon a time)...fucking golf clubs. A note, as perfunctory as Alice always was, but Eden remembers her smiling, and she remembers arms around her, and she remembers how Alice would give her shit, and how that always made her feel loved.
And now there's nothing left.
Today, even Nelson's worked out that there's something wrong. Phyllis crowds Eden, butting her with her flat head and Nelson just lies there, with one ear resting against Eden's knee. He's the size of a small dog, now. It's almost disconcerting when he purrs. Eden doesn't stroke him. She doesn't do anything at all. She just sits there, hands torn and sore from all but tearing Alice's hut down to the ground, a gold band cradled in the palm of her hand.
"I love you, you fucking bitch," she mumbles, and her big ugly cat purrs, and rubs his cheek against her leg and she barely feels it.
There's a certain sort of person that survives by not letting very few people meet the real them. Eden became one of those people when she was not much older than four. Later, she became Major Sinclair, and she all but forgot that she'd even got a birth name, for a while. But she never forgot her mother, and her mother was always the reason that she hardened her heart.
And then this bloody island happened, this bloody island, and she let herself get changed. She fell in love. She got a bloody cat. And she made friends. Fucking hell, she made friends, and now she's lost the best friend that she's ever had and all that's left is an empty hut. There's the ATV and the crossbow (which Alice taught Eden to shoot, once upon a time)...fucking golf clubs. A note, as perfunctory as Alice always was, but Eden remembers her smiling, and she remembers arms around her, and she remembers how Alice would give her shit, and how that always made her feel loved.
And now there's nothing left.
Today, even Nelson's worked out that there's something wrong. Phyllis crowds Eden, butting her with her flat head and Nelson just lies there, with one ear resting against Eden's knee. He's the size of a small dog, now. It's almost disconcerting when he purrs. Eden doesn't stroke him. She doesn't do anything at all. She just sits there, hands torn and sore from all but tearing Alice's hut down to the ground, a gold band cradled in the palm of her hand.
"I love you, you fucking bitch," she mumbles, and her big ugly cat purrs, and rubs his cheek against her leg and she barely feels it.