frey & thor
She’d lost parts of herself. Far, far more parts than she cared to admit. Arsenic had taken them, albeit accidentally. She’d taken them, much like she’d nearly taken Mirage’s life. It was an accident. All of it was an accident. Yet here she was, unable to really sort out and sift through what bits she had left. What pieces. Though she still held her head high, she still did her best to keep herself together, it was getting hard.
Not that she’d put that on anyone else. Not that this was anyone’s fault but her own. It seemed that things had gone on without her, around her. Like she was watching it all happen in third person, around her, and she wasn’t a part of it. Hell, was she even a part of her own life anymore? Not really. Not likely. Nothing made sense. All in all, Mirage felt as if she’d failed. Beneath the weight of that failure all she could do was crumble.
To push that even further, she hadn’t even successfully conceived last autumn. As it turned out, she must just… not be cut out for this life. Something like that. Not that anyone who’d known her during the before times would be surprised. Those were still thoughts she’d do her best to push from her head. Everyone had skeletons in their closets, Mirage wasn’t an exception. With a tired sigh, she rested a delicate shoulder against one of the scrubby shade trees. Dusk was bleeding away into a more true darkness.
At least Mirage could feel safe under the cover of darkness. No one would be able to find her, if she was lucky. Regal and sad, the champagne mare peered out over the Badlands. It would be a pretty night.
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