03-03-2021, 12:43 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 7.3pt; color: #333; line-height: 1.5; letter-spacing: 0.5px; word-spading: 3px; width: 400px"] beatrice wasn't usually one to make impulsive decisions.
no, impulse was scary. impulse had risks that— if were to happen— she couldn't take back. but that night she did, her head a little haywire from that fancy wine that eddie provided for them , heart racing from the kiss she'd planted not even an hour before. what had she been thinking? it was easy to say she wasn't. she didn't drink often in fear of the fool it'd make her out to be, as all of these emotions made her foolish enough. now those emotions were out on the table. she couldn't face eddie. and as supposedly her friend, she couldn't face max. she'd overwelcomed her stay, anyway. she should have left months ago, when she'd first heard that there was a chance that michael ford was somewhere out west with a group called badlands. she was not even remotely close to him, and she's afraid that if she waits any longer, he'd move on or worse.
she didn't want to think about worse.
the trip there was rough. if she's kept track of time correctly, she and her beloved mare, poppy, have been trekking for just over a week with barely except to eat and rest. poppy is good company, but she isn't sure if her presence is enough to fill the hole in bea's chest. it's enough to make her wonder if the decision she made was a bad one. traveling alone was a dangerous one , and had she told eddie she was leaving the lodge , he'd had sent someone to accompany her no questions asked , but she knew she couldn't go back now. she knew that they'd already know she was gone, and she didn't want to have to explain herself to them. and maybe this was for the best, she thinks. she could move on from those feelings that plagued her and eddie could be happy with max without the guilt that followed, knowing one of his closest friends had feelings for him all along. he gets his happy ending, and if michael foster is here, she gets hers.
well, kinda. jury is still out.
she tastes the salt on tongue , the warmer weather allowing her to strip from her heavy jacket and she knows that she's close. finally she thinks with relief. now hopefully there's a patrol around here. if she was in the right place, that was. poppy gives an apprehensive snort as she treads forward. beatrice feels guilty for even making her travel out this far. she was used to being a patrol horse at most. who knows how long it'd been, if at all, that she made a trip like this? but beatrice knew she couldn't do this trip without her. [size=9pt]"just a little further, girl." she comforts, stroking the horse's mane before tugging at the reigns. the horse halts, and beatrice dismantles her, before proceeding to grab on the reigns to lead her. if they were close, she wanted to make sure she looked harmless. still, she has the rifle strapped to her back just in case.
no, impulse was scary. impulse had risks that— if were to happen— she couldn't take back. but that night she did, her head a little haywire from that fancy wine that eddie provided for them , heart racing from the kiss she'd planted not even an hour before. what had she been thinking? it was easy to say she wasn't. she didn't drink often in fear of the fool it'd make her out to be, as all of these emotions made her foolish enough. now those emotions were out on the table. she couldn't face eddie. and as supposedly her friend, she couldn't face max. she'd overwelcomed her stay, anyway. she should have left months ago, when she'd first heard that there was a chance that michael ford was somewhere out west with a group called badlands. she was not even remotely close to him, and she's afraid that if she waits any longer, he'd move on or worse.
she didn't want to think about worse.
the trip there was rough. if she's kept track of time correctly, she and her beloved mare, poppy, have been trekking for just over a week with barely except to eat and rest. poppy is good company, but she isn't sure if her presence is enough to fill the hole in bea's chest. it's enough to make her wonder if the decision she made was a bad one. traveling alone was a dangerous one , and had she told eddie she was leaving the lodge , he'd had sent someone to accompany her no questions asked , but she knew she couldn't go back now. she knew that they'd already know she was gone, and she didn't want to have to explain herself to them. and maybe this was for the best, she thinks. she could move on from those feelings that plagued her and eddie could be happy with max without the guilt that followed, knowing one of his closest friends had feelings for him all along. he gets his happy ending, and if michael foster is here, she gets hers.
well, kinda. jury is still out.
she tastes the salt on tongue , the warmer weather allowing her to strip from her heavy jacket and she knows that she's close. finally she thinks with relief. now hopefully there's a patrol around here. if she was in the right place, that was. poppy gives an apprehensive snort as she treads forward. beatrice feels guilty for even making her travel out this far. she was used to being a patrol horse at most. who knows how long it'd been, if at all, that she made a trip like this? but beatrice knew she couldn't do this trip without her. [size=9pt]"just a little further, girl." she comforts, stroking the horse's mane before tugging at the reigns. the horse halts, and beatrice dismantles her, before proceeding to grab on the reigns to lead her. if they were close, she wanted to make sure she looked harmless. still, she has the rifle strapped to her back just in case.
[align=center][I]the more that you say, the less I know —