Through Her Mismatched Eyes III

Cavillace languished on the tree, desolate, staring into the ground. She had spent most of the day crying but she could cry no more, she was dry. Maybe she had gotten over the whole thing, or maybe she was beyond sadness, some strange realm of unemotion where nothing really affected anything and it was all just a bad dream, separate from reality.

This couldn’t be real, this couldn’t be her life. What had happened to her carefree years, what had happened to simplicity, to earnest living and happy times? There was shit on her feet. She gagged and tried to throw up, but only a small stream of yellow spittle dribbled out.

How could this be reality? This was so different from before. Such a stark contrast. Such juxtaposition. She didn’t even blame Telos anymore, she was too tired of blaming people and especially him, she was exhausted from hating and wanting revenge, that wasn’t her, that was the other man, the other man that was him, he wanted revenge.

She screamed, loudly and shrilly, purging herself of both of them, both of those men, those men who didn’t really care about her, they had just used her, they had abused her! A few people near her stopped and stared, shrugged it off and continued on. She isn’t either of those things, she isn’t naive love and she isn’t vengeance.

She is Cavillace.

But what does that mean?