" And now is the part where we say goodbye."
When Lucia was younger she had this intense fascination with names. She had stumbled across the name 'Jiselle' in those days, prior to meeting the woman which now clung onto her arms despite her attempts to squirm away. If memory served correctly Jiselle was linked to the word 'pledge' -- a pretty name but the word lacked much substance without explanation. To her, the name fit to a T. She was beautiful, no doubt about it, but other than that there was an air of hollow and forced behaviour.
Lucia found herself analysing the whole situation in far too fine details. Is that what being a 'Jiselle' is -- 'pledging' to act as the part of what society expects, or is Jiselle just 'pledging' to be a pain in my ass by clinging onto me like some sort of koala? Her thoughts weren't necessarily coherent, but it made sense to her and (she believed) that was the only thing that mattered. "God, don't be so dramatic. It's pitiful." Eyes rolling, she finally shrugged the other off, sliding her hands into the pockets of her jeans. "Anyone would think you're the actress here. It's not like you're never going see me again, so shut up."
Unfortunately, it was true. Maybe it wouldn't be any time soon but their paths would cross in the future; Lucia just prayed at that point in Jiselle's life she'd avoid the dramatics and maybe develop a personality of some sort. One could dream, right? "Alright okay, can I leave yet? Yes? Yes. Goodbye, Cheerio, ta ta!"
