Kara wished she could blame him for the lingering ache.
After all, it was Skylar who left her for his selfish wish to see the world alone. It was him who disappeared with almost no trace save his one photo he took in one of his too many destinations. There were little to no words from him, as if she was not supposed to know anything about him at all. Sometimes it seemed that he quietly swept her away from his life, despite the fact that she had seen him at his best and his worst as well, and she never rejected him, didn't she?
It felt like he rejected her in his life. She felt like she didn't belong in his life no more.
All she wanted was not for him to stay with her. She had always known that he was not the one who could stay still. She had accepted his wanderlust. His desire to wander was inseparable from him, and she loved him wholly. She knew he was never meant to stay. She knew he would have to go, toĀ explore the unknown, and never did she think to try to put a stop on that. To take it away meant that sheĀ changed the person that sheĀ loved for whom he was, and she didn't wish to do that.
All she wanted was for her to be a part of his life.
And she didn't mean that they had to live together happily ever after, the way most romance story ended. Their demigod lives wouldn't allow that to happen in the first place, and she wasn't asking for romance, either.Ā She only wanted to know him. She only wanted for him to tell her about his life. She only wanted for her to be there when he needed her, and she would love if he was there for her.
It seemed like a simple wish.Ā
And yet, she kept thinking that their distance was simply too far for her to take a part in his life.
It seemed to her that he went farther and farther, leaving her behind, alone and worried.
Is he fine? Where is he? Does he meet monsters? Is he lying on the floor somewhere, trying to get help only for no one to notice? Is he even still alive?
....those questions were lingering on her head, waiting to be answered, and there were no signs that indicated their waiting would finally end.
And she wished she could blame him.
Who said that he was supposed to tell her about his life? Who said that he had to make her the part of his life? Who said he had to be responsible for the ache in her heart?Ā
And if he decided that she was not meant to be in his life, she couldn't help but to respect his decision. Worse, she knew she couldn't help but to understand his decision.
It was his life that mattered at the end of the day.
And hers was not about to stop, with or without him.