A Search for Warmth
!! TW - Read at your own risk !! She didn't care anymore.
It was easier.
Easier down there.
She isn't what Luka needed.
He'd be better off without her, anyway.
She isn't what anybody needed.
They'd all be better off without her.
She knows where who she needed was, though.
And despite the protests of Simon, Vexir, and Louis, she made a run for it.
She's run like this before.
When she ran from Crisis.
When she ran from Sablex.
No, no she can think of better times.
Running to find Luka.
Find him laying in the woods.
She remembered that moment of them sitting, watching the sunset.
Well, he was watching the sunset.
She was too busy taking in every detail of his face, like it had been centuries since she saw it.
. . .
There it was. She turned around to face them.
"I'm done." Her voice cold, direct.
And as she leaped off the edge-
𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱-
More memories flashed before her eyes.
"YOU!"
Nautilus exclaimed, and she didn't quite understand why. What did she do, so deserving of such anger from a being she didn't knew? His trident stabbed into her chest, and she was left to bleed, alone. Nobody came for her. Maybe she was just forgettable enough.
"COME BACK HERE AND DIE, TRAITOR!"
Crisis struck their sword deep into her gut, and she cried out in pain, the strings wrapping far too tightly around her wrists, her neck-
She thought back to Esther, stabbing her over and over again. She felt about how helpless she was-
Thought about Sablex, humming as if he was hunting on a regular Thursday-
It was so cold.
This wasn't the warmth she expected.
It was so cold.
So, so cold.
She couldn't feel her hands.
Her face.
She couldn't feel anything.
She's so stupid.
So stupid-
. . .
She found herself leaning into the wings, trying to hard to find the warmth-
"Luka. . .
What are you doing here?"
She asked the wings, her voice shaking. Tears rolled down her face, and even as she fell, she couldn't bring herself to say it.
She'd never get to say it.
She'd never get to tell him.
She shut her eyes.
She saw Luka taking her hands into his after finding her during an episode. "There's nothing wrong with you," He told her. She knew he wasn't lying.
She remembered the cook off between herself and Roman, Luka (wrongfully) choosing Roman as the winner.
She remembered when she beat Luka and Joseph's asses in a snowball fight.
When she and Luka were helping Cain set up a not-date for Jade.
When Aldric and Gabriel sat with her on her farm, barreling in.
Trying Finns food.
Sitting with Venice at the campfire.
Collecting chickens with James.
Sitting with Victim, helping them through Sunday's death.
Farming with Noah in the rain.
When she got to spend hours baking, experimenting with so many new recipes.
She remembered when she snuck out to see Toby when she shouldn't have, laying in their spot together, talking under the stars as they snuggled.
She did it, Toby.
She made that farm.
She never did open that bakery, though.
She sobbed as the cold overtook her,
She prayed to feel warmth again.
She didn't care what the warmth was.
She simply wanted warmth.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩.
Going down this time, there was no warmth.
. . .
Samantha Wolferd jumped into The Void.
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Starting off with a strong impression, huh? I'll be posting plenty of Samantha Wolferd, AKA Sammy, writing, as well as writing for my other characters! Just wanted to start us off with a bang!
