Leaving || Closed
Calhoun was ready to go. There was no more halting something of such importance. Nobody cared about her here anymore anyway. She'd said goodbye to Yuna, which led to three hours of crying with her, and her begging Cal not to go. She'd left Tink a note. That was it. As for her little pug Felix, he was going to stay with Yuna and Maganese. She figured, why not? Yuna could pay attention to him more than she could now. And she would be married soon too. As she stood out by the circus gates, bags in hand, she waits for her taxi. She remembers the first time she met Caleb, teary eyed, drunk, and ready to shoot him. And she remembers the first time they cuddled up next to eachother after Jafar had left her here. She remembers the first time she said she loved him. Calhoun remembers knowing then that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. She remembers her engagement ring and how this was for the best. "Don't find someone to replace me, now. No one's good enough," she cooed to the circus gate as her thumb brushed across it. "Goodbye, everyone." Calhoun watches her taxi pull up and sighs. The man driving was nice enough to help her get the bags in the trunk. With a small, lighthearted smile, she buckles herself in the backseat. "Nearest airport, please," she demands softly. The man nods. Calhoun turns her head to watch her circus disappear behind her. "Until we meet again.. Orevoi faset, benaese," she whispers in her old CIA code, only words she'd know. Be amazing, soldier.
