It was a nice day.
For the most part it was always a nice day here. Of course, it still rained but unlike the rain back home that seemed to drag its feet both coming and going this rain fell quick and warm. That was nice too. It reminded Annie just enough of home to keep her from being too homesick, but was different enough to still be exciting
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At least, in theory. Sookie was supposed to be the type of girl who rose and fell with the sun, soaking up its rays like liquid energy seeping into her skin; however, with the sun being practically relentless since she'd arrived, Sookie had found herself inevitably crashing at times and retreating to the dusty corners of her mind, despite the water which sparkled a clear aqua as far as she could see. Today was one of those days, as the blonde slowly made her way across the beach, a pair of flip-flops hanging from her finger as her toes sifted through fine white sand. Her mind was in the middle of a not so unpleasant buzz when she spotted a woman nearby, Sookie's neck craning out of curiosity to see what the brunette was up to.
The sight of what looked like a wedding or engagement ring quieted Sookie down even further, tugging at heartstrings which hadn't worked in some time. Marriage was something that always seemed like such an impossibility for her, with the ability she'd sported back home, but that didn't mean that she couldn't dream with the best of them. On the island, she didn't have those same hurdles, but Sookie was also a little hesitant to let herself go on an isle where strange, inexplicable things happened.
Still, when she watched the woman hurl out the shiny ring into the distance, Sookie's lips quirked upward and she felt compelled to offer a small round of applause from a few feet away.
She knew a fair few women back home who could have benefited from similar decisions.
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One thing was certain: all of those self-help authors would very proud of her right then. Very 'you go girl' and all of that.
Turning to head back in for a moment, she saw a blonde girl on the beach. Not one to be rude and feeling the need to be especially friendly to make friends, she lifted her hand and gave a little wave.
"Hello there!"
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But at least she could own up to it.
"Sorry, I just couldn't help but notice what you were doin'-- I've got this tendency to zone and my eyes just fly to the first thing that catches my eye. But whatever decision you came to, I'm glad that you were able to make it. Not... that it's really any of my business, but." Sookie laughed, a slight quaver passing through her voice. "Maybe I should start with 'hi, it's nice to meet you, I'm Sookie Stackhouse.'"
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"Oh no, it's alright. I tend to just sort of fix things without meaning to all the time. But hi, hello, I'm Annie Sawyer and it's lovely to meet you," she said with a laugh, turning slightly to gesture at the water behind her. "I was chucking my engagement right."
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This moment wasn't about her, though, which kept her smiling.
"Your engagement ring. Nasty a-hole of a fiancé, I'm guessin'?" Her lips quirked with amusement. "I'm glad that you're free of him now."
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Not even a quarter as nice. In the end she had gotten her just desserts. Owen would be mad and terrified for a good long time. He'd wait for the men with the sticks and ropes, always regretting the place he had tried to send her.
Splashing back onto the sand, she waved her hands before letting them fall back to her side. "Thank you. I was rid of him before, but now I've got nothing left."
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On some level, Sookie knew that it would probably make all of them happier to move onto a happier topic, but curiosity ruled out, as it often did, mixed this time with an anger that left her wanting to punch the man's face. Or perhaps knee some place a little more vulnerable. Her brows furrowed, lips curling in disgust at the very thought of it, fully willing to give the woman in front of her the full benefit of the doubt in believing that she couldn't have deserved such a grisly fate.
"I'm... so sorry, and if his face ever shows up on the island, I will make sure that it is continuously contorted in a grimace of pain," Sookie assured the other woman, gaze darting out to the ocean, almost as though expecting someone to rise from the spot where the ring had dropped.
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"Thank you. I think there might be a bit of list that goes after him, which makes sense I suppose. He is a mad as a sack of kittens now, I saw to that. But yes, he sort of pushed me down the stairs." And that had been that. Years of being alone, worrying if he missed her and not able to tell anyone had ended abruptly when she remembered that.
Sometimes she wished she could forget again, to have those rosy memories back. That wasn't often. "But death isn't ever the end, is it?" she added with a laugh. Hardly ever it seemed.
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A small breath caught in Sookie's throat at the thought of her grandmother, nonetheless.
"No, I guess death really isn't," she agreed with a slight quirk of the lips. "I mean, of course I don't personally know what comes after, except for vampires and the undead. But even if it's just memories that are left behind, death never ends things. Not completely."
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Not as terrible as what actually lay on the other side. Annie didn't talk about that. Telling people who were so vividly alive about the men with the sticks and ropes, the feelings of sadness and fear that had rolled through her had not been her intention. It still wasn't.
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"Wait, you're tellin' me that you can pick... turnin' into a ghost?" she asked, tone incredulous. "I mean, I always kind of believed the ghost stories people sometimes told at campfires and all that, but I didn't know that people passin' over could choose to be a ghost, rather than a vampire. That's... amazin'. I think."
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Gilbert had been lovely and she'd enjoyed the time she had gotten to spend with him. The fact that he could smiled at what was on the otherside meant that it wasn't all bad. That there was some good there and she had helped him to get it.
"Actually, I don't know if you can pick if you're about to be a vampire. I never thought to ask Mitchell, but I suppose I should. That'd be something wouldn't it?"
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Murder was another.
There was also a difference in the fact that Sookie was older now, would never wish for anyone to be forced to linger past their willingness. Her eyes glazed over slightly, before a familiar name snapped her out of her reverie.
"Wait, did you say Mitchell? You're friends with Mitchell?" she exclaimed, perking up immediately. "I met him some time ago on the island; he's so sweet. Did you meet him while you were... a ghost?"
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Smiling a bit brighter, she nodded her expression immediately getting a bit wide eyed as she took a step out of the water and closer to the other woman. "Oh yeah. He and George moved into my house, or well what used to be my house. You've met him, then? And you like him, right?"
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Sookie's smile crept onto her face at the thought.
"Yes, I've met him," she nodded eagerly, hands already clasping in hopes that it was all true, the little tale she'd concocted in a matter of seconds. "And of course I like him-- he's so sweet and real nice to talk to. He's one of the nicest vampires I've ever met, and I'm just so glad for... for both of you that you get a chance at bein' human again. Not that it's really my place." Her shoulders shrugged up in slight embarrassment.
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"We needed this. I don't know if we realised it before. Have you ever felt like that? That there was just so much brooding and terribleness in your life that you might melt and never come back? But it's gone. I try to worry about what I missed, what I have to make up for, but I can't. We can just live here. A little happily ever after for everyone, just like in the stories."
She let her arm fall back down to her side, still smiling and thinking about how this was maybe what she had been waiting for. What Owen had promised but failed to deliver. "That would be nice, wouldn't it? Maybe our Prince Charmings are about to come storming down the beach on stallions or something."
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