Lost Creek Hollow For a Little While

"For a little while" by Johnossi seemed appropriate. @Indra You may post as well, if you wish.

Nunataq preferred reality over imagination and therefore it was odd that for once she put all of her life experiences in a colourful picture. If someone happened to see it now, they would see a long corridor with many doors on both sides and a lonely girl walking in the middle. The end destination was wrapped in darkness, but a half-closed door on one side suggested that maybe someone had just left.  

It’s a metaphor for every person’s life and right now the mute girl had begun to understand that she was no exception. People came to accompany you on your walk along the corridor and they left just as easily. And as Indra’s recent departure had taught her – even people, who really mattered, who were important, who were that mirror of truth you could look into and see yourself for who you really were did the same. The only difference being that, when they closed the door behind them, it hurt.

Funny, how just, when Nunataq had declared her independence from her overbearing caretaker, had avoided her and the rest of the Bearclaw valley family on purpose, she would still ache for the russet she-wolf. The pain was similar to one she had felt, when Lucas had disappeared, except this ran deeper and she was more aware of, why it was so. Somehow all of her achievements lost meaning, if there was not that one person to whom you could show them to. Even out of spite. After all that had been the driving force behind her actions – See, what I can do!

In a few days time Nunataq would stop retracing the trails that Indra had left, returning to the same spot on the borders frequently to sit and watch the horizon intently and longingly. She would stop being restless and nervous, and would be ready to push that “Reset” button and move on from there. Get used to the truth that we are all alone in this life. But just one day longer she would stick to this new routine. Because as John Green has put it – it’s the thing about pain. It demands to be felt.