WIP WEDNESDAY is upon us again. Here's some "Sixty moves back to Santo to join Marshall" feels.
@thirium-800 @persephotea @ltcolonelcarter
Under the cut for length
Kiki set her keys on the counter, tears still sporadically stinging her good eye but no longer falling like they had been at the airport or on the drive home, her chest still felt heavy and sore from all the sobbing.
Then she notices it, pinned to the kitchen whiteboard - a white envelope with a blue one attached behind it attached with a bulldog clip.
Taking it off the board, she immediately investigated the blue envelope.
A plane ticket. With a post-it on top that read in Cyberlife Sans font;
"For if you ever get lonely or just need to run away.
Come find me.
-60"
Kiki couldn't help but smile, sadly.
One day, when her wounds weren't so open and fresh she'd perhaps take him up on that offer, but as she opened the smaller white envelope, all she could do was let all that hurt seep in.
She hadn't prepared herself for the deluge that was about to come as she began reading;
"Nikita,
I've started this letter so many times now and can never figure out an apt way to begin. I didn't realise writing letters like this would be this challenging, but I'll try my best.
I know that by the time you read this, I'll likely either be in flight or have just touched down in Las Vegas or on my way home...
Home.
That's a word that has so many different meanings since meeting you, it feels odd to say it now. Doesn't feel the same if you're not with me, even if I understand why.
But. I digress.
I've been meaning to tell you for a while now, and maybe I should have said it when we were still housemates; I don't know. But I feel as though I should tell you now all the same.
Thank you. For everything."
One hand clutches the letter while her other hand clasps over her mouth and that heaviness in her chest almost feels like it's crushing her.
"Thank you for showing me I could be whatever I wanted, that I could just be myself and be okay with whatever that meant. I want to thank you for the overwhelming kindness you've shown me since I've gotten to know you. You've given me so much already and I fear that I'll never truly be able to repay you for any of it."
It's too late, she can't fight back the tears rolling down her cheeks. Her mind feeling like it's screaming at her and her heart breaking all over again.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm grateful for everything you've given me and like I told you a week ago,
I love you. I'm in love with you. Unequivocally and irrevocably in love with you, I'm in love with your smile and your laugh and your warmth. I don't think you truly realise just how warm you are under all the walls you build around yourself. I truly wish you could see yourself the way I see you. I wish you could see that you're not the monster you think The Disciples made you into.
Honestly? I've never felt more loved than I have in this past year we've spent together. And it's that love I want to hold on to, for as long as time could possibly allow.
If this is the last time we ever see each other again, I just need you to know that you'll always be a part of me. And I'm not just talking about the digital imprint. If I had a heart, you'd be in there.
I'll never forget you.
-60.
P.S: check the back of the envelope, I'll call you as soon as I get in."
Kiki's tears hit the page when she finishes reading and feels herself losing control. Silent tears become heaving sobs, heaving sobs lead to her falling to the kitchen floor, cursing herself them begging through the tears, knowing her pleas were not only selfish but futile;
"Please don't go..."
She was exhausted by the time she heard her phone ring. Seeing the name in the caller ID, she almost felt as though after reading Sixty pour his biocomponent out that she didn't deserve to answer the call - after all, she was the one that encouraged him to leave.
But she does anyway, trying to sound composed but failing dismally.
"Hi." And by the sound of it, he isn't faring any better than her.
"Hey... You all unpacked yet?" She asked, her voice still cracking and shaking.
"Almost. I'd ask if you're okay, but I don't think either of us are really okay right now." He chuckles, trying to mask the pain in his crackling, static-y voice.
"Feels so weird without you being here. God, listen to how pathetic I sound, you've only been gone a few hours and I'm fuckin'..."
Sixty interjects.
"I guess I'm pathetic too because I keep expecting you to walk through that door. I hate that you're not here, Kit."
She tells him it's for the best, tells him just like the night before he moved out that she wants him to go and chase his dreams, his wants, his hopes.
"I just want you to be happy, Sixty. I'm..." To hear Kiki break into quiet sobs as she tries to tell him that she needs to fix herself on her own..
If he had a heart, a real heart and not just the one she'd drew on in purple marker over his pump regulator...
It would be breaking.
