Pryde and Wisdom in Triplicate: Rain, Sun, Moon

Moon

He left. He had walked right out of Muir Island and hopped onto that boat. Now he was on his way to God knows where and she was alone. Alone in her room and crying on her bed like a—well, she was a teenager, technically, but this was one of the only times in her life that she’d ever felt like one.

How could he? How could he just pack it in like that and leave her as if she didn’t matter to him. He’d just… abandoned her.

She hated him. She loved him. She hated him. Her mind continued on and endless spiral of pain. She cries until she thinks that she has used up all the fluid in her body. She just lies on the bed, unable to move or think while she just waits for the pain to stop. It doesn’t seem like it ever will.

Several hours later, she feels like she’s cried all she can. She sits up and, sniffling, turns on her electric kettle to make herself some tea without having to venture down to the kitchen. She doesn’t want to risk running into anyone. Their looks of pity are something she just doesn’t need right now. She waits for the kettle, and pours herself a cup of chai before settling down into her computer chair to try to do some work to take her mind off what feels like it must be a shattered soul.

She can see the moon through her window. It’s huge and full and she thinks for a moment that it’s unfair that something so beautiful can exist while she feels so empty and hollow. She hates it for one bitter moment, and then realizes that, since this same moon is currently over London as well, that it is, in a strange way, the last remaining tie to Pete Wisdom she has left.

The next day, Kitty installs blinds on her windows. She never opens them at night after that. No one bothers to ask why, and she wouldn’t tell them if they did.