Maybe she shouldn't have come back here. Eden was long gone. Rumors had spread of Solomon's passing as well. There's had never been anything for her with them, anyway. It shouldn't have mattered to Fate-- none of it should have. No, she should have turned her back, turned away from it all. There should have been something that drove her from this place, and here she was. Leaving the mainland, wanting to see it again. Swimming out into the treacherous autumn sea. Older now, but no wiser. She was always destined for some sort of folly, right?
Folly, fable, and something worse. A gnawing in her ribs, an ache that feels eternal. No, Fate wasn't like the rest. She never had been. A thirst, a hunger. Something in her that stirs and starves like no other. She had seen the world, why would she return here? Why return in the fall, when things were dying, decaying before her eyes. Hell, she's decaying too. Falling apart at the seams, or at least, that's what it feels like. The fall of her grandmother, her grandmother's mother, the women that had seemed like the lamplight in all of this-- no. There would be no dwelling on this.
There would be no rising to it, either. Fate returned to the islands, though she wasn't sure that she wanted what she would find. It doesn't matter. With her jaw set and a grim determination in her gaze, Fate moved to the top of the Falls. A view she knows, a view she doesn't care for. A vantage point all the same, as she peers over the bleakly dying grass and browning leaves. Some things never change.
I’m not like them
but I can pretend
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