Helena Wells-Quinzel is H.G. Wells (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} indelibleink) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} makebelievelog,@ 2013-05-14 00:31:00 |
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What: Myka was sent home, H.G. is
When: Tonight after this.
Where: The former Wells-Bering residence
Warnings: Heartbreak and feels. Possibly some cursing.
Helena had always known it was a possibility that her or Myka could be sent home at any given moment. In the back of her mind she had the nagging fear that the more solidified their relationship became, the higher the probability one of them would be sent home. The negative thought wasn't one Helena liked to think about, but she wasn't lucky when it came to maintaining happiness. Life always found ways to give her happiness and a sense of finally having the life she wanted and then ripping it all away from her. At least this time she knew Myka was alive, and was returning home to a world where Helena was dead. Or at least would be for a brief period of time before Artie used the Astrolabe. And once again, Helena was left behind as she felt her life come crashing down around her. She was left to pick up the pieces of her heart once again. This time, she doubted she could put it back together. Or perhaps more accurate was that she didn't feel like putting forth the effort into putting it back together. What good would that accomplish? It would only set her up for heartbreak again and she couldn't do this. This pain was too potent.
She truly felt that this place was cruel. She had seen Myka that morning, wishing her a good day in teaching her classes. Helena had gone about her day, doing a few things before she went to work. Things were starting to look up. Her younger self hadn't seemed to give in to anger and tried to hurt people. Myka and Helena were making their wedding plans. Helena had even selected a therapist in order to work through her pain regarding Christina. But all of that came crashing down when she'd come home from work. She hadn't initially noticed anything amiss as she'd showered to clean herself of the scents of the O, Britania Pub. When she'd come back into the bedroom clad in only a towel, that was when she'd noticed something wasn't right. When she'd opened the closet to pull out her robe, it was noticeably more empty than it had been that morning. Feeling her heart stop beating, Helena went through the dresser, but found only her clothing, none of Myka's. Then as she tried not to panic, she noticed the ring sitting on the table beside the bed. It was the engagement ring she'd given Myka.
As if in a trance, Helena walked over and slowly picked the ring up off the table and she looked at it as it sat in her palm. Myka was gone, obviously sent back home because she knew the other woman would not have just up and left without a single word beforehand. Sinking onto the bed, Helena just sat there for what seemed like an eternity. She felt the urge to cry, to scream, to demand that this place give Myka back to her, but she did none of the above. Instead, she did the worst possible thing. She began retreating into herself, locking her pain deep inside because she couldn't handle this. Not when Christina's birthday was on Thursday and she was already haunted by those memories. This was entirely too much for the Victorian woman to handle all at once.
Eventually, Helena unclasped the chain around her neck and gently slid the ring onto it, placing it beside the locket which carried a photo of Christina and a photo of Myka. She put the necklace back on, briefly pressing her hand against her chest. Drawing in a steadying breath, Helena stood up, pulled her towel off and pulled on a pair of pajama pants and a sleeveless pajama top. She didn't bother to dry her hair the rest of the way, simply leaving it as being extremely damp, some strands clinging to her neck and shoulders. Moving into the sitting room, Helena found her phone and made a post about Myka being gone. Helena sunk down onto the couch and stared at her phone as though it could fix all of this. But in fact, she was staring at it to keep herself focused on people responding to her post. It would keep her from breaking down completely even though her heart was already shattered.