[The admission is quiet, factual, and has her rubbing her eyes again. This time, her fingertips come away wet, but her cheeks stay dry.
Because she's the jaws of the pack. Her own father abducted her, tied her up, and left her to escape as her first lesson in hunting. She organized the capture and torture of teenagers in a fit of grief...she changed a family legacy the day she changed the Code.
She isn't a girl with a broken heart. She hasn't been four a long time...she's a soldier, and soldiers bleed. Soldiers kill. Soldiers hold the line. They don't fall in love and mourn when the next unspeakable act forces them away from the creature comforts they are trained to spurn...she learned that during her summer in France when she found out her parents' marriage had been arranged.
Soldiers dip their hands in blood to protect the innocent, and the good soldiers do so gladly.]
It doesn't matter. [She stares at her hands, and winces when a tear quietly splashes onto one.
It doesn't matter...because it's okay to love people do long as you're prepared to lose them. She's learning to love Scott...she's just having a hard time learning to do it without being in love with him.
BFF Spam!
[The admission is quiet, factual, and has her rubbing her eyes again. This time, her fingertips come away wet, but her cheeks stay dry.
Because she's the jaws of the pack. Her own father abducted her, tied her up, and left her to escape as her first lesson in hunting. She organized the capture and torture of teenagers in a fit of grief...she changed a family legacy the day she changed the Code.
She isn't a girl with a broken heart. She hasn't been four a long time...she's a soldier, and soldiers bleed. Soldiers kill. Soldiers hold the line. They don't fall in love and mourn when the next unspeakable act forces them away from the creature comforts they are trained to spurn...she learned that during her summer in France when she found out her parents' marriage had been arranged.
Soldiers dip their hands in blood to protect the innocent, and the good soldiers do so gladly.]
It doesn't matter. [She stares at her hands, and winces when a tear quietly splashes onto one.
It doesn't matter...because it's okay to love people do long as you're prepared to lose them. She's learning to love Scott...she's just having a hard time learning to do it without being in love with him.
But she'll learn. She has to.]