prologue
It isn't a matter of knowing so much as it is a matter of accepting.
She doesn't think about it at first, because surviving is the most important thing.
She doesn't think about it later, because she has finally found a family and her brothers are the most important thing.
She doesn't think about it after, not when Alfred scoops her up into his arms like a small child and names her Scarlett and tucks her into bed. She can't think about it and risk losing what she just got.
She doesn't even think about it when Monty and Cam get together because she looks back at her brothers and she can't read their faces, what they think about this. She can't ask them because they would know. So Scarlett shoves it back and steps back in between her brothers and forces herself to be content.
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The knowledge of what she is is just always there, buried in the back of her mind.
Scarlett's perfectly content to leave it there.
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The war changes everything.
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It's hard to find women like her.
But they are at war and Scarlett doesn't want to leave this world with regrets, so she tries.
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Kissing a girl is nothing like kissing a boy.
Kissing a girl is soft. Her name is Isabella and her lips are as smooth as butter and when her tongue brushes Scarlett's lips, Scarlett parts them.
Isabella backs her up against the wall, grasping Scarlett's hips and sucking on her bottom lip and Scarlett lets out at a breathy little noise she swears she's never made before.
It makes Scarlett desperate- teeth tugging at Isabella's lip and a hand in hair and sloppily licking into her mouth.
It makes her want more.
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She breaks down later, sick with her own selfishness.
Scarlett avoids the Daughters of Liberty for a while, pretending she can't see the hurt in Isabella's eyes.
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They win the war.
Scarlett goes home to Augusta and puts away her sword and her bullets.
She smiles at the man who brings her the letter.
Her throat closes off as she reads the name.
You are cordially invited to the wedding of Isabella Camille Wilkes and-
Scarlett sets the invitation down on the table.
She doesn't go.
The next week she saddles up her horse and spends the next five years in Savannah.
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The rules are simple.
The only women she touches are strangers she never sees after.
She never says what she is out loud. Rarely even allows herself to think it.
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The States
FanfictionThe stories of the United States throughout history. -This is a collection of stories to go along with my other fanfic. -It is not chronological. It isn't really in any order at all. -Can be read in pretty much any order, stories with multiple part...
