WHO: Natasha
WHEN: 226404.13
WHERE: Bajoran monestary garden
WHAT: Narrative
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: Complete
Natasha was struggling, and no one knew it. No one knew what she knew, not to the depth she knew for that matter. She used to keep secrets, it was part of her job. Part of who she was. But after a while, everything begins to become a blur. She needed to think, get some air. She would leave her station and wander through the streets of Yorktown until she came across a garden. Not many would be here. Steps came to bring her towards the flowers as she took in a deep breathe. Vibrant red hair would fall along her cheek bones. Her attire was far from casual, she would for some reason be wearing that signature black suit of hers. Minus the SHIELD logo of course.
Once a bench was found, Natasha would come to take a seat, her hand coming through her hair for the moment. A glimpse at her reflection in the water. A reflection she didn't know anymore it would seem. Her friends weren't her friends. Not yet, they hadn't created that bond with one another. And that is what stung her the most. She was among friends, people she even thought of as family, and yet they weren't them. For once, in a long time, she was alone again. In a way, she blamed herself. For getting too close, too attached when she should have known better. But she didn't.
A deep exhale left her lips as she came to lean back against that rock she had taken a seat upon. The glass ceiling came to her view, with the look tot he vast black galaxy on the other side. Stars shinned in a way she never thought she'd ever seen. It was beautiful. For now, she would let her secrets repeat in her head. Almost wishing she could have her own mind wiped clean and reprogrammed to start over.
It was a nice thought.
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