It was a long time, for X until X really felt that she was finally over A. Or 2a, as A was when she died, taking the child that was half C with her.
X had mourned A every single day since that horrific night, but slowly X felt it was time to try and live a normal life.
Everyday, when X woke up, X was grateful for S. S, the powerful, strong, independent pronumeral who had rescued her and her unborn baby from the wrath of C. The unborn baby of X, the only remainder she had left of her dearly beloved A, had died as well on that night. X never forgot the shock she had felt when she first saw the blood. After the pain, the nightmare that was that night... To lose the tiny being that was all she had left of A... It was too much. More blood came, and more pain... And she knew the baby was gone, that X would never hold her darling XA in her arms.
She still had flashbacks of that night in her mind- every night sleep was perturbed by the image of 2a on the floor, with the blood seeping between her fingers, and the crazed look in C's eyes as she waved the gun... The awful pain of the miscarriage...
But life was slowly getting easier. She had S, the most understanding and geekily attractive pronumeral she had ever known.
She had finally accepted that A was gone, and had heard from various sources that C had met a horrible end in Mexico, being eaten by a piñata bear. She didn't know how she felt about C being gone... Perhaps relieved and also a little sad for the C she remembered.
You see, before the relationship between C and A had destroyed everything, X and C were quite good friends. C was a genuine, sweet and funny person, and X enjoyed C's company- rather more that she'd care to admit.
Meanwhile, in Mexico, a young pronumeral was in the middle of a gruelling round of physiotherapy. She had come in to them some years earlier, with massive injuries. She had been dead when they found her, but they managed to revive her before any serious brain damage could ensue.
She remained in the coma for a while, but soon woke up and slowly began to regain her speech and mobility. She was improving everyday, amazing doctors with her passion and determination. They had said she would never live again- and here she was, walking, speaking and proving them wrong.
In a few years, the young pronumeral had improved so much that she was allowed to be discharged.
When she left hospital, she had one goal in mind: Home.
As the pronumeral took her seat in the plane, she wondered yet again why she was so determined to return home. After all, what was waiting for her? Judgement, destruction, and having to finally face what the poor young pronumeral had done... What WAS home anymore, after all? She didn't know if she had one, now.
S was away on business in Tibet. He had been gone for nearly 2 months, and on the day of his return, X was shocked to realised she'd hardly noticed his absence. 'Funny, how it happens, isn't it?' She asked herself as she prepared to go and pick him up from Quadratics airport.
When they first fell in love, S had been so amazing... Supportive, caring, funny... But it had been 6 long years since then. It was still as hard as ever to appreciate the full fact of A's death- The only difference was that X and S had begun to grow apart.
X couldn't work out what had happened to them. They still loved each other, she knew that. And X was sure S hadn't strayed... But why did it all feel so cold? Was this how A felt when she was with C? After feeling it for herself, X couldn't say she blamed A for wanting an escape...
But they would sort it out. They would work through this. X and S, for all they'd been though, couldn't let things die without a fight.
X was driving to the airport to pick up S. When she got to the terminal, she found that his flight had been delayed a few hours. X decided to wait for S- it would be worth it, seeing him after so long.
