(Source: thewrathfulone)
I've always been told;
Protect that which you love.
Destroy all that you hate.
But what is the point, if I love no one, and despise everything?
It felt like years. Though the truth was it’d only been a few weeks. Anytime without Petruchio felt too long to her, but she’d had to leave. She felt horrible leaving without a goodbye, but that was the worst part of going away. Her nightmares had been getting worse, she was scared of hurting him. Only time could heal such wounds, wasn’t that the saying? Whatever it was, she’d hoped time away could help her.
The air was much warmer now, though the rain pounding down on her made her breath hot and sticky feeling. She walked calmly, though the thoughts inside her head raged on. ‘He won’t love you anymore. You left him. He won’t forgive you.’ Tears rose in Incendiu’s eyes and she shut them, letting the tears roll down her face, the rain masking her tears in their constant downfall.
The Sin was standing outside the apartment, her eyes glued on the door. Petruchio could probably feel her power, he knew she was outside. Would he come to open the door? She waited, just a few seconds, and there was nothing. Drawing in an uneasy breath, she walked up the slippery steps and tested the doorknob. Unlocked. How like him.
Walking inside, she hesitated before closing the door quietly and made sure her steps were silent on the carpeted flooring of their cozy apartment. Incendiu held her breath before stepping into the kitchen, her eyes falling on his figure looming over the sink.
“Pet?” Her voice was quiet and unsure, her eyes falling to the floor. “I-I’m really sorry, I’m back now. Just-” Before she could help herself, the tears came.
“I’m sorry. Please take me back.”
{ now on hiatus until further notice }
—Falls asleep on a park bench again.
Go home, Incen.
Incendiu sat in the park on a bench, her knees curled up to her chest as she looked out into the distance. It was early morning, the dew on the grass still wet, and it almost seemed like there was dew on her hair, as if she’d been out here all night. She sighed and closed her eyes for a moment before hearing someone behind her. With a shriek, she jumped up and turned, pointing a finger at the figure.
“Who the hell are you?”
