𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨

Old Flame

She drove for another five hours.

Drowning out his voice as thoughts filled her mind.

After she ignored him for too long, he decided to fall asleep.

She looked at him through the mirror.

Two days. Two more days and she would be rid of him.

And then she would be alone with her thoughts.

She parked outside of a motel.

It was time for a real rest.

The sun had come and gone, quickly as per usual on winter days.

She stepped out of the car, quietly, careful not to wake him.

She looked up at the stars.

She wondered if the Gods were still there.

No one payed mind to them no more, no sacrifices, no holidays...

Perhaps people's indifference made them disappear.

She thought back to another age, to another life, another her.

She used to be so full of life. Longing for adventure. Filled with purpose and warmth.

That part of her died long ago.

Now she was just settled in a semi satisfying routine, getting payed for something she finds partly moral.

Sure, she enjoys the fight and the occasional adventures...but it doesn't fill the void anymore.

Thank god there is pain. She could handle pain.She needed pain. It grounded her, made her feel alive. As long as it was physical it was okay.

She looked down at the scars on her arms and other places.

She heard the faint sound of a twig breaking and turned her attention on the forest in front of her.

Her eyes searched the place and widened when a shadow appeared briefly before disappearing into the woods.

Suspicion and Curiosity flooded her.

She wasn't one to shy away from a challenge.

She looked back briefly at her car and locked it before heading for the woods.

It was more difficult to see at night. But she did what she could.

Her senses were always heightened.

She heard footsteps and followed the sound while drawing out her blades.

The faint sounds of animals on the background, didn't help her focus, along with the trees that seemed to be exact copies of each other.

The steps had stopped.

She found herself in a sort of open space.

She looked around for any trace of the stranger bur found nothing.

Was it possible her mind was playing tricks on her.

She tuck her blades back in.

"Give up so easily?" a voice asked.

She went to pull her daggers again, but found they weren't there.

Soon she felt them pressed on her.

One dangerously close to her side, the other on her throat.

"I thought you were more stubborn than that, Atalanta." the man whispered in her ear

By the way he said her name, she could already tell who he was.

His breath tickled her ear and her body stiffened even more than before when he pressed a soft kiss on the side of her neck.