never meant it to be this way

*Mirabelle* · (This post was last modified: 07-06-2015, 08:06 PM by Mirabelle.)

retro; back to autumn/ winter

It was unbelievable, unfathomable, what she was planning on doing. Saying goodbye. She didn't know much of what to do anymore, only that Alacritis wasn't for her - not anymore. Not for the time being, at least. There were so many things she had done wrong... it was why she was here no, she couldn't let herself do another wrong thing - this time it would have been not saying goodbye. Again. Days, now, she had been in the rustling thicket, adjacent to her old home, looking for a familiar brown pelt: Motif.

Her old friend, her only friend. Already, she felt the guilt from abandoning Abaven, both times. Already, she felt the guilt abandoning Arian, without a word. Nothing. She just took off, like she did to Abaven. No, she couldn't do another wrong thing. Plus... she didn't think she could leave. Not without saying goodbye to Motif.

Tears, silent, dampened Mira's face. Why? It was too late now, but by all the gods, she missed her friend! She missed Bass. Harmony. She missed them all. She wanted to see them again, but she knew she'd never be allowed to do so. She would, at least, say goodbye to at least Motif.

She couldn't much resist it anymore. It was dangerous, what she was going to do, but damnit... her head tipped back, and the song - the call - reached out, a brief howl, though it seemed to stretch on to the red wolf. It called to Motif, specifically to Motif. Bass would recognize the call, everyone she had known before would recognize the call, but she didn't care anymore. She couldn't wait any longer, but she couldn't leave.

"Please..." the word came, without the wolf's notice.

"Words"

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never meant it to be this way

Mirabelle