Becca bit back her tears that night. She had succeeded in playing cool as she met Vita the Angel of Death. Which Becca found funny considering the name Vita meant life in Italian. Nonetheless, Becca couldn't stop the pain in her heart. Salva's words had creeped into her mind, pushing away all pleasant thoughts. Had Robin ever loved her? Was he even worried bout her? Becca couldn't help but cry at the thought. It was so much pain. She'd donné him everything and he'd broken it all. Why was she so foolish as to fall for someone who could only hurt her?
“I'll never fall in l’amour again! I swear it! No one will break my shell again! No one!”
Becca turned her head into her oreiller so as not to have the others hear. She could feel her head start to pound but it did not hinder her tears. She felt a hand soothe her hair and turned to look at ho had come to her. Vita sat suivant to her.
“Quiet little bird. Unless you'd rather have Salva rape you.”
“Why are toi here?”
“Your cœur, coeur aches. I can feel it. toi Lost a loved one?”
“No. I Lost my love.”
“That is the worst to loose. I'm sorry to hear it.”
“He broke me. And just when I thought thing were looking up, I find I'm not being rescued a seconde time. He would rather have a stable girl than someone like me. And I don't blame him.”
“His loss, little bird. I think toi are amazing.”
“You do?”
“Yes.”
“...why are toi comforting me?”
“Because I like toi Becca. toi are the first human I would ever consider to be my ally.”
“But you're free.”
“Yes. But toi are not. And I need helper. I think toi could be my apprentice.”
“No!”
“Shame. toi would have made a fantastic one.”
“I'd rather die a thousand deaths.”
“That can be arranged my dear!”
Becca simply nodded. She didn't feel like talking anymore. She didn't even know why she had confided in this stranger. She wanted Willow and her caring touch. She wanted Erin and rough way of caring. She wanted Devin and her quiet ways. She wanted Court and her dangerous behavior. She wanted Sylver and her mischievous mind. She wanted Val and her quiet temper. She just wanted to go home.
“I'll never fall in l’amour again! I swear it! No one will break my shell again! No one!”
Becca turned her head into her oreiller so as not to have the others hear. She could feel her head start to pound but it did not hinder her tears. She felt a hand soothe her hair and turned to look at ho had come to her. Vita sat suivant to her.
“Quiet little bird. Unless you'd rather have Salva rape you.”
“Why are toi here?”
“Your cœur, coeur aches. I can feel it. toi Lost a loved one?”
“No. I Lost my love.”
“That is the worst to loose. I'm sorry to hear it.”
“He broke me. And just when I thought thing were looking up, I find I'm not being rescued a seconde time. He would rather have a stable girl than someone like me. And I don't blame him.”
“His loss, little bird. I think toi are amazing.”
“You do?”
“Yes.”
“...why are toi comforting me?”
“Because I like toi Becca. toi are the first human I would ever consider to be my ally.”
“But you're free.”
“Yes. But toi are not. And I need helper. I think toi could be my apprentice.”
“No!”
“Shame. toi would have made a fantastic one.”
“I'd rather die a thousand deaths.”
“That can be arranged my dear!”
Becca simply nodded. She didn't feel like talking anymore. She didn't even know why she had confided in this stranger. She wanted Willow and her caring touch. She wanted Erin and rough way of caring. She wanted Devin and her quiet ways. She wanted Court and her dangerous behavior. She wanted Sylver and her mischievous mind. She wanted Val and her quiet temper. She just wanted to go home.
"Chesire, I'm here!"
"The first Robin, Dick Grayson"
"Ohhhh yeah..."
