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You were everything, everything that I wanted. We were meant to be, suppose to be, but we lost it. All of the memories so close to me just fade away. All this time you were pretending. So much for my happy ending.
Dovewish found herself at the Japenese Garden. This was the spot that she had lost everything that mattered to her. She sat in the cool grass, staring into the man-made pond. A year rolled down her cheek and dropped soundlessly into the water. The night was cool and crisp, the stars shining brightly in the sky. Everything was perfect except for her. Her heart hurt and she wanted to give up. She was skinny from the lack of eating and her fur was unkempt from sinking down into a deep depression. Thistlestar had meant everything to her and she thought he felt the same about her but before she could tell him how she really felt, he had come to her with his exciting news that he and his new mate were expecting kits. She hadn't even known they were together. They had kept it secret until finally deciding to tell everyone. She had been the first to know and this was the very spot he had told her. It had been the most heart breaking day of her life. If Bee hadn't returned, Thistlestar would be her's.
Her mother and father decided to fall out of love for each other by the time she was born. She never believed in love after seeing the two fight all the time. When she was young, she had sworn never to fall in love after being exposed to a broken love but Thistlestar had changed all of that for her. She thought that for once, she had actually found love but she was wrong. He didn't want her. He wanted Bee. Anger built up inside her and she swiped at her reflection in the pond, spraying up a wave of water. Her younger self was smarter than she was now. She never should have let herself fall for something that didn't exist. Especially for her. How could anyone love her? Obviously something was wrong with her if she was passed up. So much for her happy ending. She curled up into a ball and began to cry.
"So pitiful you are dearheart," while the words would sting the tone was soft, almost respectful in tone even if the message being delivered was more along the lines of a slap across the cheek. A sleek gray she-cat padding into view, some might argue her pelt was silver and she herself might as well on her prouder days. Eyes like chips of rock to match were as emotionless and cold as they always were, even peering down at the heartbroken she-cat. Elegantte-terror didn't know what possessed her to approach the she-cat, in fact she was already starting to feel the first stirrings of regret. But she would see this through now that she had broken the other sense of privacy, so unable she had been to let her grief whatever it was that had her so distraught in peace.
Perhaps it was the kinship Elegant-terror felt for the other she-cat, though she herself hadn't cried a since the day she lost her innocence. She did not cry and her heart was something more resembling stone than something that brought life blood through her veins. Despite all this she could still remember her own pain, that distant ache that still bothered her on lonely nights and had her snarling even more viciously at everyone around her. "What is crying going to solve for you I wonder?" She breathed, sitting down a respectful distance away, curious if the other would ignore her until she went away.
Startled, Dovewish leaped to her paws, bright blue eyes wide on a tear stained face. Her fur bristled but once she realized who it was, it laid flat once more. She wiped the tears away with a quick swipe of her paw. "Elegant-terror" Dovewish recognized, though she hadn't spoken to this she-cat much. She was rather embarrassed that someone, especially Elegant-terror, had seen her crying. Dovewish thought about the silver she-cat's question. Her crying wasnt going to bring back Thistlestar but it still hurt and the body's natural reaction to pain was to cry. "I-I was just, um, crying it out. Getting it off my chest" she mumbled, her voice shaky. She didn't want to admit that she was crying but it was already too late. Elegant-terror had caught her crying and there was no point in trying to hide it.
"Getting it off your chest..." The slim she-cat responded, words slow as she took in the other disheveled state and wondered if she herself was ever such a mess. "I must admit my disbelief that crying will help get anything off your chest if I'm being blunt." Cadence rhythmic as she glanced away, knowing that the other likely didn't appreciate eyes on her in this vulnerable moment. "I would be more likely to accept talking being a better way to escape the weight that is crushing you. But I suspect that you want to talk about it even less than you want to dwell on it any longer." The queen kept the extra words she wanted to herself, curbing her bitter tongue just barley. Trapping down the confession that she herself would rather not here about it either, as she had already come this far in talking to Dovewish.
"No one understands what it's like to love someone who doesn't love you back" Dovewish responded, getting slightly irritable. She didn't expect everyone to understand but at least they didn't have to tell her that it will all get better, that time will heal all wounds. It's hard for anyone to understand what hasn't happened to them. Thistlestar was everything to her. She really, truly loved him and now it's as if she never existed.
"What a silly thing to say Dovewish." Elegant-terror responded with a raised brow, the she-cat's tone holding the judgement of every older generation that found the follies of those younger to be foolish. "You think you're the first cat to love a tom that doesn't reciprocate that love? You're not the only cat with a broken heart, though you might be one of the most pitiful I have seen." Her words were cutting and she was no longer pulling her punches. "Most take their broken heart and hide it away, protect it behind stone walls and build themselves up to be something greater, to be better." She raised herself taller and pierced Dovewish with her stone like eyes. "But you Dovewish, you are out wallowing with it, exposing it to the world without a care. Exposing yourself to more hurts."
Dovewish pinned her ears back and furrowed her brows, clearly getting frustrated and offended by the she-cat's honest words. She knew Elegant-terror was right. She wasn't the only one with a broken heart but she acted as if she was. "Now wait just a moment" she mewed, petulantly. "If your intentions are to harass and belittle me, you can turn around and march yourself right back home. I don't want to hear it." She turned her back on the other gray she-cat and sat down, wrapping her feathery tail around her paws and hanging her head.
"Honesty is harassment and bullying now is it?" Elegant-terror hummed as she moved forward, ignoring the others dismissal to sit down beside her. "Tell me Dovewish, are you going to hold onto this hurt forever now? Let whoever has broken your heart hold onto it, even in pieces as it is? Or are you going to put it back together yourself and perhaps give it to someone more deserving?" Something about the other had her paws firmly rooted, the thought of leaving this unfinished of not helping the other come to some conclusion striking her as a foul thought.
Dovewish listened as much as she didn't want to. The gray she-cat scoffed, "I dont want anyone else. I should have known all along that this was too good to be true. My parents' relationship didn't work, why should mine? I really thought he was different. Now I have to watch him every day show affection toward a cat that should have been me. I have to watch his family grow along with the love he feels for her. I cant escape it...we live in the same clan..."
Elegant-terror scoffed and sent her a scornful look, "then leave." She felt the answer was obvious, hence her outward scorn of the others words. "Surely you have considered the option? What better way to escape him and his new mate than to no longer be around them. What better way to show him you don't need him than to leave him. If he has filled the role you wanted in his life with another then the simple solution would be to go out and find your own role. Something away from him and his influence."
Dovewish lifted her gaze toward Elegant-terror and locked eyes. Of course Dovewish had thought of that but thinking of something and actually doing it were two totally different things. Leave the words repeated in her mind like a broken record. It was an obvious solution but she had always been a Springclan cat. Her father was the previous leader of Springclan. Could she really leave her family because her heart was broken? Her father always did tell her to follow her heart, yet, her heart got her into this mess in the first place. The gray she-cat's eyes peeled away from Elegant-terror and out toward the unknown territory beyond theirs. There was so much danger out there especially for such a soft she-cat such as herself. "You really think that's what I should do?" she asked, unfazed by the other she-cat's sudden hostility. Her mind was too busy to care.
"I don't think you have anything to loose in doing so," was her curt response. There would be a preverse pleasure to the other leaving, already Elegant-terror was wondering if she would be able to spot the tom who broke Dovewish's heart simply by their own behavior following her potential departure. "You can always return, Springclan is not a clan that will shun one of their own returning." She persoanlly felt this to be a weakness but it would be a boon in Dovewish's case.
"Your right..." Dovewish realized, it finally dawning on her that this was the move she needed. After a moment of contemplating, she nodded. "Okay, then. I'm going to do it. I'm going to leave."
Elegant-Terror blinked, a little confused that the other had agreed. She had honestly assumed the other was going to moan and complain but never do anything to help herself. "Do you know where you will go then?" She asked curiously, with the secondary motive of thinking that having such information might be useful to her later. As much as she had been pushing the other she-cat to leave and prove that she could make something better of herself she already felt perhaps bitter Dovewish was actually doing it. Bitter that Dovewish was going to strike out on her own and leave behind the weights dragging her down when she herself couldn't find it in herself to do so.
