prologue 00| in medias
"from the middle"
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M A Y 1 0 T H, S I X T H Y E A R
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Comedy or tragedy, the choice is yours. So choose fucking wisely. His words echoed in her brain mockingly, moving in never-ending circles. Almost as if she could reach out and grab the words, but they always seemed to get away from her- close, but never close enough. Comedy or tragedy, the choice is yours. He was right.
Goddamn it- he was always right when it mattered. (if only she had told him that.)
Jeans heaved into the unearthed ground, the early morning dew seeping through at her knees, she mulled over how true his words were. She chose this.
There were so many points in which she could've turned back- so many opportunities to run away and beg for forgiveness. But it was her stupid pride, stupid arrogance, that forced her to forge on. That was the reason she was alone. Pride, arrogance.
She always had an affinity for tragedies.
Othello, or Macbeth. Or maybe she was the Cassandra in the murder of Agamemnon; knowingly walking straight to her death.
A small, mirthless smile graced her lips and she reached out to brush her hands over the cold headstone. She chose this. Shechosethisshechosethisshechosethis.
And now she would live the consequences.
How much could two years- two whole fucking years- change someone? She was the same yet different. She looked the same, she sounded the same, she thought the same. But somehow- in some way- she was different. She wasn't sure if it was a good change, but two years ago, the beginning of the life that she was currently living, began. She became who she was. He helped mold this version of her.
And she decided that she liked this part of her; no matter if this new person seemingly made a lot more mistakes than her past self.
Because she chose this, and now she was going to live the consequences.
The sound of footsteps muffled by the soft dirt reached her ears, and she allowed herself a small exhale to steady out her racing heartbeat (reminding herself that she chose this), before turning to face them.
She was ready to live the consequences.
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AND SCENE. Sooo... whaddya think? The story is just starting, and I'm honestly so pumped! No idea when the next update is, but I just wanted to get this out ASAP! Enjoy darlings! (oh stars, every sentence in this is ending in an exclamation mark. just shows you how stoked i am... ;))
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