Love

All she wanted was to be loved and yet, even that, seemed to be too much to ask for. An outcast, through and through. And when she thought she found it, it turned out to be a lie. Or she felt that it was something she had to maintain, lest that love turn to dust. Unconditional love, that was something that is a foreign notion, to the woman. There were times when she wanted to help people, but there was always an underlying spite. Spite that she buried because she was afraid of what she would reap if it was unleashed. Did anyone understand her? He took her away from that little tavern in that hovel. He noticed her, he made her feel seen, but it wasn't everything she thought it would be. She never admitted it, never voiced it. When she was with him. When she was with the company, she knew, that it wasn't just about herself anymore. However, she could not stop retreating into herself. It was her way, but then there were moments when others brought out things, that she never thought were a part of her. Sicarra was never one for long goodbyes, part of her liked disappearing, she thought it showed her the true character of others. If she said that to anyone though, they would see the side of her that was less than kind. That was something she didn't ever want to show. And so she left and took a new road. Sometimes distance was the best choice.