#tbh if she was dying too since she seemed very frail and old i hope she likes the tree shade to die more than our car

[femmesandhoney]

a bee got trapped in our car and was very dehydrated so i scooped her up and released her but i had no water or anything to give her :( hope she found something, at least she was out of the very hot car and into some shade and grass. poor bee.

[fatesfeateda]

((A drabble thingy continued from this ask. I have very mixed feelings over this one tbh. I feel it captured Sylvia nicely but everything else is blugh XD))

  Sylvia follows the hiking trail into the forest and to a small stream where a bridge connects the path. She stops just before reaching it when she sees movement under the bridge. She takes slow steps closer trying to get a better look at who or what was under the bridge. Her heart starts pounding and a happiness she hasn’t had in a long time fill her chest. Her breath in caught in her throat and she feels as though she’s trying to approach something mythical. She can’t say for sure it’s him but there’s a feeling in her gut telling her it is. She has to know for sure though she has to be able to tell. If he’d just face her she could tell…

  He does turn, he spins on his heel and she sees them. Golden eyes frantically searching to see if he’s been caught. She freezes completely still and the entire forest seems to just stop around her. The wind blows through trees yet leafs remain still, the grass around her feet stands at attention like soldiers before a commander and wild flowers all seem to face her.

  He’s grown, he’s not the kid she remembered. Of course he’s not, she wasn’t expecting to come out and find that same little ten year old boy with the wide happy smile and dark hair. She wasn’t expecting him to be the same. But it’s jarring seeing him now as opposed to how she remembered him. He’s taller yet still looks so frail like he’s going to break at any moment. He’s thinner and his hair has been dyed. They’re trying to turn him into one of them. No not they. SHE was trying to turn him into one of them. The fancy clothes, though now covered in mud, the dyed hair and how incredibly thin he was. She was trying to mask who he was, trying to hide the kind child and make him like them. And she had let it happen.

  She’d been dumb enough to get caught. She’d gambled too much and let them onto how much she cared. If she’d kept her emotions in check, if she’d held back and bit her tongue for a little longer. If she hadn’t attacked Mr. Finley. This was her fault! Her fault! HER FAULT!

  The plants begin to move again, lightly the earth under her feet begins to shake and she’s brought out of her thoughts when she hears someone running. She gasps lightly as she’s pulled from her mind and sees Kather running the opposite direction of her. She reaches her hand out and opens her mouth to call him yet no noise comes out. She pulls her hand back and finds herself stuck in her spot just watching as he runs. It’d be so easy to stop him, to call out to him and run after him. It’d be so easy to catch him, hug him and promise to fix everything. Yet she remains still.

  It’s not until he’s out of sight that she finally finds herself able to move and even then it’s only because she feels the earth under her feet seem to move. The earth lifted itself up just slightly forcing her to stumble forward. She has to catch herself on an extended tree branch and straightens herself up. She approaches under the bridge to find a raised spot of earth where Kather had been digging. She doesn’t have to dig very far to find a hoodie and shoes covered in blood. Momentary panic threatens to rush through her mind as paranoid thoughts of disasters that could have hurt him.

  Her hand drops to the Earth to keep her sitting up and a shockwave races from her arm to the rest of her body. She hears a quiet faint whisper promising her that he was okay, reminding her to remember how he managed to run and didn’t seem hurt. It reassures her the blood isn’t his. Yet… That simply scares her more.

  She holds the hoodie and shoes closer to herself glancing around quickly to make sure no one had seen her. Then she stands and runs. She races back home the wind rushes through her hair and everything blurs around her as all she can focus on is getting back to her house.

  At her home she throws the doors to her kitchen cabinets open digging through until she finds, hidden under a sick, charcoal lighter fluid. Perhaps not as good as gasoline but it could make do for now. She grabbed a package of matches from her living room table and several old pieces of wood flooring that she’d pulled up while cleaning the house. She grabs a small cardboard jewelry box, pen and notepad from her room while in her mad dash to get everything. She gathers everything needed and hurries out her back door. She races back into the woods not stopping until she comes to an open clearing deep into the woods.

  There she drops everything into the middle of the clearing. She puts the rotten wood flooring as a base then places the hoodie and shoes on top coming everything with the lighter fluid. She grabs one match from the match box then empties the rest onto the pile before lighting the last match and throwing it onto the pile. The pile is quick to blaze and she prays that means it won’t end soon.

  She sits back, pulling her knees to her chest and watching the flames eat at everything she was trying to destroy. She could smell the burning plastic from the tennis shoes and the burning linen from the hoodie. She covered her nose and mouth trying to block some of the stench out. She kept building to the fire with whatever she could find, at one point going so far as to drag a nearby dead log to it. Though she could have had the plants pull it closer for her she refused their help. This was her job to do.

  At about the hour mark she finally grabbed the notepad and pen. She wrote out a very simple note that she ripped from the note pad folded up and put into the small jewelry box she’d grabbed at home. She held the box close to her heart, pulling her knees to her chest too as she watched the raging fire.

  It didn’t take long for the hoodie to burn but she wanted to make sure the evidence to this would be gone should anyone try to look. The shoes would be a different story, unlike the hoodie they’d melt more than burn like the hoodie but she’d just have to find another way to get rid of them then.

  She closed her eyes for only a second so she could think when she felt the earth begin to shake under her and heard what sounded like the ground crumbling. Her eyes flashed open and before her she saw the earth under the fire she’d created open into a large sink hole. She lunged at the fire as though thinking she could grab it and stop it from falling in but by the time she landed the earth had already managed to close up taking the fire with it. She forced herself up, holding herself up on her hands and looking around for any sign of where the fire had been. All that showed was a round dirt patch in the ground with some scorch marks around.

  She sighed and sat up onto her knees. Only noticing then that she’d crushed the small gift box under her in her attempt to stop the fire from being eaten by the earth. She held the box gently in her hands staring at it and trying to ignore her own disappointed voice whispering

  ‘You’re not even strong enough to destroy evidence on your own? What happened to the girl you were? You’re even damaging the Earth in you weakness. But you’ve always hurt the ones you loved most. Haven’t you?’ She gritted her teeth against her tongue trying to bite back those thoughts and ignore the feeling welling up in her chest. She was bigger than this, she was stronger than this and she could stand on her own. She didn’t need help. She never did…

  She stood up noticing the tear in her stockings from where she’d skidded against the ground in her lunge and the scrapped knee they now exposed. She quickly turned her attention from it trying not to focus on it and walked back towards her home.

  She walked past her house and straight to the bridge where she’d seen Kather. She hoped she hadn’t missed him and silently wished he might find her out here. Under the bridge she found the small hole still undug and looking untouched since she’d left. It was much darker now and it’d probably be harder to see the hole if Kather came back that night. She found a stick and put it standing up straight where the raised earth that hid her little note was. Now if he returned that night he’d having an easier time finding where he’d buried the hoodie and shoes. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t wait for him. She waited, sitting on the edge of the bridge and looking out into the darkness for his return. The trail was lit up by streetlamps and everything was quiet for the most part.

  She wasn’t sure how long she waited but she refused to move until she felt something heavy drab across her shoulders. She’d have been more distrusting of this if she didn’t recognize the feel of the familiar jacket and the faint smell of cologne and cigarettes. A pair of arms wrapped around her shoulder pulling her back just a bit for a hug and instead of trying to push the person off she reached up to gently grab their arm.

  “I think it’s time we went home…” Kalahan muttered. Usually he’d have tried to flirt. But it was obvious just from the way she’d been sitting that the last thing Sylvia needed was his flirting. He knew Sylvia and he could even just from her posture what she was feeling. She could hide her feelings from everyone else, perhaps even herself, but not him. Never him.

  Sylvia glanced to her feet then hid her face in his arm a moment. She felt like such a child, so small, so insecure and so alone all over again. She thought she’d outgrown this feeling…

  “Stay with me for the night?” Her voice left her without her meaning for it too but she didn’t care to act at the moment. She didn’t care to keep pretending to be okay alone, she didn’t want to feel alone that night. She just wanted him. She just wanted him and her son. She couldn’t have both but at least she’d always have him. Right?

  “Do you even need to ask?” It’s the playfulness and shrewd tone to his voice that causes a very small, very faint smile to spread on Sylvia’s face. At least she’d always have him…