She’s gone and —
This wasn’t a venture just a click north in the woods. This wasn’t just fetching some water. This wasn’t just some hunting for dinner.
Those days were long gone — but she wasn’t.
But she was now.
Out of her joy — out of her confusion, words that she wanted to say; gentle pleas to not have the warrior leave her in such a time…
Gone to W A S T E.
Whatever left she had to say; whatever rose to the tip top of her throat, on the brink of climbing over that small bump to ease it’s way past her lips… Lost it’s steam and now it rests in the pit of her stomach.
She didn’t know it was what she had to say until she was gone. She didn’t know that the empty feeling within her stomach wasn’t because of morning sickness untilshe realized that she would not be seen again.
—-And now, she was left with a life that she all too late realized she was unsure she wanted. She was left with a life she wasn’t sure was truly hers anymore.