What was wrong with her? How could she have done what she did. Especially to someone that was so close to her heart?

Not that she knew it at the time, how naive of her. To think for even a second she was too good for you.

That she could ever live a life that didn’t have you in it.

It all happened months ago. Five months and twenty seven days to be exact. Of course, she’d been counting. How could she not? Time was the only thing she could hold onto.

She had gotten cocky. So much so, that she managed to make the dumbest decision on earth. Leaving you.

And, she hadn’t ‘seen’ you since. You were doing an awfully good job at avoiding her. Every letter, every knock on your door. No answer.

God, even the routes you used to walked changed! It was like you never existed in the first place..

She tried to let go of you, told herself that it was for the best the two of you parted. But you were the only thing she thought about when she went to sleep, when she woke up, when she was teaching her students at the metal bending academy.

How could she possibly let you go, when you were everything she’s ever wanted?

It was only by chance, that she felt you. You were at a nearby market place. Her unseeing eyes widening in surprise.

She wanted— No, needed to talk to you. Tell you that she didn’t mean anything she said, that it was a mistake. That the thought of never getting to touch you again, hold you again, smell that scent she loved so much.. It all kept her up at night.

She was more than willing to put her pride aside for you, anything for you to just hear her out.

So, she walked over to you. Her usual arrogance now replaced with a hint of nervousness.

“I was starting to think you moved to another nation.”