[Fiction] So it comes to pass 9/11/2017

[Y.T.]

The year was coming to an end. The wounds were healing.The battles were over.The walls were set up in places they need to be.Torn down in other places. She could open up herself to who she wanted to, when she wanted to. She was in control of her body.She was the master of her mind. She learned how to simply be.

She was standing on her beach. No one would come to this small island. She owned it.It was tiny dot in the midst of vast amounts of water. It was scarcely large enough to have tree, and well of water only slightly salty. She was alone in body. She was alone in mind.

She stood in her silent vigil. She had made up her mind. Her love was not conditional of it being returned. Her emotional needs were her own, and Narcotic Thrust was what she needed. The fact that she was not what Narcotic Thrust needed. For now Yolanda was what Narcotic Thrust wanted.

She looked down at her hands. Vengeance would have to wait on that front. She knew Epoch was stronger, and more skilled than she was. She knew that also he had more allies who would strike her down even if she beat him. She knew that he was not after her when they fought. She knew it was part of her life, the risks. She knew that Vengeance would not make anything better. She knew that her fight with Epoch was unlike most of his fights. She had lived to talk about it.Few could say that.