reincarnation and broken bonds

The Boleyn enigma

Anne Boleyn was a lot of things. She was a mother, a cousin, a jokester, a goofball, etc. But if there was a thing that she was not, was, dumb. Yes, she was immature at times, but her brain was, by far, one of the most noticeable skills she had. She could spend hours in a book or just thoroughly debating why toads and frogs were not the same.

Now, she was not oblivious as to how the guilt was consuming a certain blue queen. Actually, she was quite aware of this fact. She just lacked severely in the making amends field. In the beginning, she legit hated Parr. She couldn't comprehend, 'how did she leave her husband abuse a 14-year-old?' At first, the anger she couldn't direct towards Seymour was taken over by the younger woman. It was a few weeks after her outburst that she really realized how wrong she really was. After that, it was just way too awkward to keep trying, so she just let it be.

She really knew how childish it was to ignore her for a full year, but she couldn't muster the guts to tell her how sorry she was for a thing she did almost 6 months ago. It got worse on her behalf when she accidentally overheard the writer retelling what happened years before with her little Lizzie. Let's make this clear she didn't intend on peaking, but when she heard her daughter's name, she couldn't bring herself to walk away. That night, she dreamed of her. She saw with her own eyes the story she overheard. It sucked.

When she woke up covered in a fine sheet of cold sweat, in a dark room, with nobody by her side to tell her she was ok. She decided that no matter how hard she tried, she would not go back to her needed sleep. Deciding against a midnight walk, she settled for brewing herself a steaming cup of coffee and resting over her favorite beanbag before the tv. An hour went by, and she started to hear what seemed to be sniffles. At first, she thought it was Kitty. So, she hurriedly climbed the stairs towards her cousin's room. When she heard them more clearly, though, she could recognize a certain writer's voice. Of course, the universe would haunt her with her past actions towards the blue queen by hearing her sobs. She contemplated going to Aragon's room to wake her up and let her handle Cathy, but something told her that She was not the first face her former queen wanted to see in the morning.

-what do I do? I can't let her swallow herself in what is probably a nightmare! - her thoughts were cut short when from behind the Navi door, the monster's name was heard. It was a quiet plead and, yet, it sounded so sorrowful. That was what made it. Carefully opening the door, the green-clad woman entered the room to find a disheveled Catherine Parr clearly having a nightmare. The woman seemed to be fighting someone and judging by how broken she sounded when outing Thomas's name. He must have been a terrible husband when married to her. So, braving up, Anne closed the distance and gently shook Cathy awake. The last queen woke up, yes, but her brain not so much. When she saw Anne in front of her, she didn't see 'Anne' perse. She saw her ex-husband ready to throw a blast at her. So, naturally, she stood up as fast as her barely awakened body could and ran away, leaving a confused Anne behind her.

-what the? - once again, her thoughts were interrupted by a big thud. Did Cathy fall, or was it something else? When she peeked through the kitchen's door, her question was answered. Cathy did tend to get herself in all sorts of shenanigans even if, funnily enough, she was the quietest of them all. So, here they were, an awakening Cathy sprawled over the kitchen floor with her puffy bed head covered in flour, and Anne just staring rather amusedly from the door. "How did you manage to end up like this? I didn't have my eyes on you for like 20 seconds." Anne spoke through the laughing feat she was trying to tone down due to the other asleep women in the house. At that moment, somehow, both women forgot the overall tension that relied upon them. "Uhm, yeah, I tripped when... trying to run away, then the flour just fell on top of me." The writer stuttered while looking at her now flour-covered white hands. "Well, I guess I'll have to help you clean this up, right?" Boleyn asked while crouching beside her. The two spent half an hour cleaning up the mess Cathy had made. "I have to go to sleep now. You should probably do that as well." Anne said before fleeing to her own room.

Yes, Anne was not stupid. By this time, she already knew that most of her hostility towards Cathy was just her own brain trying to feel less guilty for letting herself dye. She knew she was wrong for totally ignoring Cathy as if that moment in the kitchen at 1 am hadn't happened at all. But what was she meant to do? It's not like she could ignore the sinking feeling in her gut every time she saw the writer. Her own guilt was driving her insane, her sleeping habits becoming more and more toxic with time. It went to the point in which she had to be replaced by Grace (One of the show's swings) after almost passing out from exhaustion before Haus of Holbein. All the others were worried about her. How could they not? But, the one that worried the most was the one she didn't want to worry. Kitty was worried beyond belief, barely leaving her cousin's side at all. How was she gonna explain to her baby cousin that she was falling back into her old bad habits?

She couldn't let them know how bad it was. They've already gotten so far. She couldn't just ruin it all again. Jane had barely stopped talking to her as if walking on eggshells. She had even given her the cute nickname of bouncy toad! Lina had stopped yelling at her after the first 2 months, but now their relationship was way more friendly and civil. She and Anna were friends from the beginning. So, there was never a reason to fight more than who could fit more marshmallows on their mouths or who got first in Mario kart. With kitty, she had finally gotten her to see her as she really was. She could finally see her smiling without fearing for her life. She couldn't take all that progress away! She would not be the burden that brings down the whole 'family'.

She would stay smiling and goofing around till the feelings that were weighing her disappeared.

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Anne's insomnia is based on my own insomnia, this is me projecting on my stories. :)