The meadow was exactly as she remembered it, all colorful and bursting with life.
Rota hated it.
She hated that she was back here after she all but swore off the Circle. She hated that it still reminded her of them. Of him.
Dad had gone off to die, she was sure. She was never going to see him again, but the memory of those long nights they spent huddled together here were still as fresh in her mind as ever. They bonded here, by the lake when he finally told her about Kara and Makoa. They bonded over Altair and their shared desire to see him finally open up. They bonded here even after they’d been separated for months. It was here that she made up her mind to always be by her father’s side. To always support him even when no one else did.
And it was here that he left them.
Rota had accepted it the second she stepped out of the meadow for what she thought was the last time. She thought having some semblance of a purpose would help her forget, but everyone saw how that turned out.
Now she was right back where she started, in the place of her birth; the place where her life fell apart, the place she tried time and again to return to, the place she despised with a passion. The place where her father died—the only family she had left.
Rota was alone, and she hated it.
Jan 22, 2019 06:40 PM
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