She was at Middleton Park.
It was the last place she really wanted to be, but she just couldn’t stay away. After dusk, when the park had officially closed to visitors, it was a safe haven of thick forests, the trees shielding her from the outside. It was a regression to the past, where things were simpler. It was a time and place where she could be completely and utterly alone and unreachable – isolated and removed from the rest of the world, with only her own tumultuous thoughts to poke and prod and disturb her.
It had almost become a ritual of sorts. A highly stylized and repetitive series of motions she would carry out every week. Or every day. Or even twice a day, if the mood struck her.
1. Sneak into the park after sunset.
2. Sit on one of the cold wooden benches.
3. Think about Kim.
4. Walk around to shake it off.
5. Sit back on the lonely bench.
6. Think about Kim some more.
(Repeat as many times as necessary)
That darn girl – she just couldn’t get her out of her head. She was like an emotional addiction. Someone she needed to give up, but just…couldn’t. She needed intervention, but this particular addiction was just so…sweet.
Her red hair was fiery, and matched her vibrant and optimistic personality. Her smile was brilliant and alive, sparkling with enthusiasm. Her eyes were warm and caring and kind…when she wasn’t looking at her, that was.
What Shego wouldn’t give for Kim to look at her with such tenderness and affection and concern and love.
Ha! Like THAT will ever happen!!
She sighed. It was long and heavy, filled with week’s worth of loneliness and emptiness and yearning and wishing and self-hating and dreaming and hoping.
The sky opened up.
Cool refreshing raindrops fell around her.
And in more than one way, she realized she was irreversibly caught.
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