harper jones is on the run (jonesycakes) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2015-03-27 23:49:00 |
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With her hair pulled back into a messy bun and her outfit lacking the usual vibrancy she typically went for, Harper looked like a surly mess. She was pissed and it reflected in her appearance. It was the natural reaction to have when someone screwed with your mind and memories. She wanted to find the fairy responsible for making her think that she and Josh were a couple and wring its fairy fucking neck. Because being Josh’s girlfriend had been good -- no, great -- and waking up from that reality made her sick. At first, Harper was sick with the things she had done to and with Josh. She only slept with him because she thought they were a couple. Hell. She thought they were in love. Real, no bullshit games, fairy tale love. And that was taken away from her.
What sucked the most, though, was the fact that she was so disappointed by the end of the fantasy. Clearly, she had a mess of feelings to sort through and they all centered around Josh. Who she had not seen since they realized they were not a couple. Was he struggling with a volatile mixture of emotions just the way she was? Or was he consumed by regret and guilt and who knew what else? Harper couldn’t handle confronting the fact that she could possibly have real feelings for Josh, not now, not ever, and did what she always did when she was faced with something difficult: she distracted herself.
Today’s distraction was something else that had escaped her memory. Lady Vi. Being upset over her grandmother was why she had sought out Josh in the first place and somehow, she had forgotten all about the air elemental. She needed to see Violet to make sure she was okay after the latest bout of fairy magic, and this time she wouldn’t be alone. Daveigh was going with her. Now that the magic had dissipated, Harper remembered why Josh had been her first choice for comfort rather than her sister; Daveigh’s arrival had been sudden and surprising, and initially pleased Harper, but now she wasn’t so sure how she felt.
She couldn’t fault her sister for living her life and being distant, but Harper couldn’t help but resent her sister for not being there when she needed her. She’s here now. Harper told herself as she drove through the parking lot. The trip from home had been quiet, awkward and tense. She was sure that her sister’s discomfort came from being near another hospital and she couldn’t blame those feelings at all.
“She needs to see you,” she spoke as she eased into a parking place. “Grams needs us both.”