Ninety Two

SHELLY.

A day before my departure, my mystery lover had brought a lot of supplies to last me for a lifetime, and then extra money to chatter a carriage. Even though he could have taken me himself and I would have loved it that way if he did take us himself, he didn't, because we're obviously just relevant to him at night and not worth being seen with him during the day.

I deserved the supplies, the money, and even more, public display of affection that we never showed, true love confessions that he never said, sacrifices he would never make, and much more, but he won't be all of that and I’m past it, a little too old to sulk, so I would chin up like I was born for it, for the hard life.

I had packed my belongings not all of them, I wasn't going to be at Scorpio Villa forever, and not like I am abandoning my home in Wild Crest Pack, it was the only home I knew while growing up.

I just wanted to find a grip and let go of my regret and hurt and revenge. Put an end to this shitty grief p