Across the ocean, Fiona sipped her drink on
a quiet balcony, the sea stretching wide
ahead. Her best friend sat beside her
laughing at something stupid.
She smiled. But it wasn't about him.
It was about freedom
About making them wait. Suffer. Regret
every time they thought they had her
wrapped around their fingers.
And deep inside?
She missed them
But she wouldn't go back easy
If they wanted her
They'd have to bleed for it.