Fleur hopped out of her bed, disgusted with the nightmare of her last breath. It was wholesome, but in all the wrong ways. As she stepped up, her legs gave out. Her eyesight blurred, but not because tears were welling up. Everything became fuzzy; then she saw nothing at all. The consciousness was floating through an empty space filled with a thick static. Throughout the inky space her heartbeats pounded loudly, echoing in her ears, alongside fading pleas for help. Feeling in my body drained away until finally all was black. What was happening to her?
She came to be not too long after, deciding that a job would be the thing that set her mind back on the right track. As she popped by the request board, she immediately saw the quest that benefited the higher ups, particular the Phantasms that ruled over Oak Town. On her way to the mansion, she made herself presentable. Today, she would have to be a maid.
As she entered and was immediately given the title of assistant mason, she completed her duty without a speck of dust left, overseeing to the other workers and making sure that they were on task. One whispered things regarding the Phantasm household, but Fleur (at the end of the day) decided to keep shut about it. It would only stir trouble, which could find its way back to her and bite her in the back at a later date. Accepting the jewels, she finished her quest with relative ease and decided to head back home in order to rest up some more.
The regret would come to her in quiet moments, such as when she was going to sleep or stopped to take a lunch break. It would seep to the foreground of her mind and demand to be reexamined again. But she was tired of thinking about it, no amount of analysis was going to turn back the clock. She had to get on with the here and now, make better choices next time around. Regret washed over her like the long slow waves on a shallow beach. Each wave was icy cold and sent shivers down her spine. How she longed to go back and take a different path, but now that was impossible. There was no way back. There was no way to make it right. The remorse would eat at her everyday of her life. She envied the pebbles, hard and lifeless, unable to feel the torments of life.
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