It had been a long day. Just one more in a series of days that felt as if they were never-ending. The minutes lasted far too long and the hours bled into the next. The days felt as if they would never come to an end, though they were over too soon.
This push-and-pull of too much and not enough. Time, energy. You name it.
She was stressed. For a moment, she felt weak. Stress wasn’t foreign to her. It had kept her alive; had compelled her to keep going, to move forward. She shouldn’t feel like this. Debilitated.
What would her handlers say if they saw her now, like this?
A spider spins webs and entraps her prey, and Natasha was very good at spinning webs, as well as entrapping prey. She relied on those skills, skills she had learned the hard way, and they had served her well, that is, until now.
She felt off-kilter, though she couldn’t voice that. No, that would be most unwise. All of this was new to her, and though she didn’t like being out of her comfort zone, it had been a long time since she found herself in an uncomfortable situation. Though, if she were honest - with herself, and with the others - she would have to agree with the proceedings, even if she didn’t like them.
She needn’t have to like them. They were necessarily, and thus, the right course of action.
Though a spider that’s trapped, held captive, and sequestered can escape, confining a spider does her no favors. She wouldn’t voice it to anyone, for she seldom voiced this thoughts, but finding herself at the mercy of others left her uneasy.
It was then, she was pulled from her reverie by a simple text.
13: Hey. Are you up to anything? I could use a girl’s night if you’re up for it.
Natasha smiled. Yes, a girl’s night out would be great.
I’m up for whatever you’re up for.
Sharon smiled at Natasha’s return text. Thank God. She and Natasha didn’t often have time to sit down and talk when seas were calm, and now everyone around her was losing their goddamn minds. Possibly including herself after the day she’d just had.
Want to meet at my place for pizza, beer and bitching? Or there’s a decent bar a few streets over. I can be ready in an hour either way.
First, she needed a long, hot shower in her own bathroom and a strong cup of coffee.
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