a second chance ?

relief..?

   taco watched as mic shut the door behind her, letting out a very deep breath. her response was... confusing, to say the least. she didn't even know if she deserved her forgiveness in all honesty. as much as she wished for it, she wasn't completely sure if she was in a position to accept the fact she may be forgiven. 

   feelings of relief and guilt swarmed her thoughts, clouding her mind with the vile mix. she held her arm, standing there awkwardly as she processed what had just happened. she looked to knife, and he looked back. knife raised an eyebrow, and sighed. 

   "what now? i mean, i could give you a ride back down with the bag." he grumbled, awkwardly. even he didn't want to address what had just happened.

   "that.. won't be necessary. i can make my way out through the window, right? what floor is this on?" taco replied, going to the window of the room, revealing a short distance to the floor. she looked back to knife.

   "it's only the second floor, this was my old room from last season, oj has a ton of rooms so he kept the contestants rooms, even the ones from season one that are in season two, like me." he said, pushing the window open with a grunt.

   taco nodded, moving out of the way for him to lift the window open. the wind made a draft that leaked into the room. the night air was somewhat cold, and damp at that. it hadn't rained all too long ago. however, getting down may be a problem. she would figure it out, though.

   once the window slid open with a light thud, taco slid out, walking on the ledge of the hotel. she scaled down the wall, trying her best not to take a large fall. she made it onto the ground, standing up and brushing herself off. she looked up to Knife, or where he were to be if he wasn't already gone. 

   the window was shut, and Knife had gone back inside. taco sighed, and turned to leave the area that the hotel was in. she looked around, trying to remember the directions to the place she had stayed. the lemon tree field.

   she walked there, the lemon tree field had always reminded her of what she had lost, but .. in a bittersweet way. taco had made good memories there. she missed pickle, though she didn't feel the same way toward him then she did with mic. mic had been different. 

  pickle had always taken lead, considering taco had acted brainless the entirety of the first season. he always talked down to her, she secretly resented that, though she put up with it for the purpose of winning. he was a good friend, sure, but he never really clicked with her.

   mic on the other hand, wasn't the same way. taco, who already had revealed her facade at that point, came to her offering her assistance. which, she did figure that helping Mic win would help herself, in a way. half a million dollars was quite a deal.

   though, this wasn't the only thing that they shared. mic and taco . . communicated, with eachother. they talked out their plans, taco instructing mic and exploring her full potential as a competitor, and well, mic listened. when knife had been wary around the two because of tacos past actions, mic defended her. she was persistent about the fact that she had changed.

   this always made taco feel appreciated. though she hadn't changed all too much, she was now actively making an effort to do so, at least. if she could redeem herself in mic's eyes, then maybe she could convince the others she was different as well. pickle, lightbulb, oj, everyone, really. she could show them how much she had changed from how she was in the past.

   finally, she arrived at the lemon tree field. the nostalgia of the fun she had competing here was always amusing, and a bit of a comfort to her. seeing the shocked look on Balloons face as she won the challenge for the team would always be funny. pickle rooting for her, and the two of them feeling accomplished having proved balloon wrong. it would always stay a good place to her.

   a small crevice in a tree is where she stayed most of the time. a dent, almost. it was her resting place, naturally. looking upwards, stars dotted the sky in an admirable display. the comfort of the night would always be one she preferred over daytime.

  the moon slightly illuminated the area the trees were in, making the area seem as if it were glowing, in a sense. she rested against the tree, protected against the wind by lightly rustling leaves and the calm hum of nocturnal creatures, faint noises in the distance. 

   taco looked to the sky, the corners of her mouth twitching into a very slight smile as she lay comfortably against the tree. stargazing was always something she enjoyed, especially if or when she had worldly concerns that were weighing on her. clouds drifted slowly across the sky, and a sense of yearning itched its way into her head, accompanied by a thought.

   she wished mic was there to accompany her.