Wild Berry Meadow Maybe I'm the one who's changed or the one to blame

Two years since this entire dance started.  More than one since their encounter... her first, and only, since Rian.  Sometimes she wished things were different and she could find distraction with one of the many men who were obviously interested.  Not seriously, but fuck.  Things would be easier.

She wouldn't wait.  She'd given Teya a choice and her friend had made it, and there was no reason for Bridget to assume she'd change her mind in the future.  Things would be easier if she did move on, find another who interested her and remove the awkwardness she felt stirred between them every time they were together.  The only trouble was that this was easier said than done.  When was the last time she'd even felt a hint of that?  And had it reciprocated?  Teya.  Fuck.

Two years was a long time.

Bridget snapped a few berries off of a nearby branch as she brushed past.  Truth was that she was out of practice and that, combined with her limited options and zero desire for a family, made her a real... is there an opposite to catch?  Miss? She chortled to herself.

Dusk was starting to hit the meadow and she'd need to head back soon. She loved summer nights most out of about any time, though, when the air began to cool and the air hummed with insects. This place was a practical heaven for them, with all the fruit, and Bridget was constantly flicking them away as she strolled through. She'd wait to see the fireflies before she turned around. There was no real reason to rush home.