13. Petra
Petra
I stare at the woman in the mirror and wonder how she got here. Her hair should be longer and darker, her skin smoother, and her convictions less wavering.
I’m not so tough anymore, Patty. Tonight is the last time that what’s left of Ivydell will come together before the festival. This festival being Ivy’s first. Ironic, no? You probably wouldn’t think so. You’d say it was exactly how it was meant to be. I’d call bullshit, even though a part of me would believe you. I believe a little more in the timing of the universe now. There’s no denying that I’m done trying to hold back the wind, huh?
I laugh at my reflection, but it’s not entirely self-deprecating. Hell, I’m happier than I’ve been since I don’t know when. Looking around me, I see people I care for finding happiness. And that’s got to count for something. In the end, this wasn’t all for nothing. I’ve got to believe it was always supposed to be this way.
It mattered that we were here. We made a difference. Changed some people’s lives.
Healed a few hearts. Maybe even one that didn’t deserve it.
I’m grateful. Just so goddamn grateful for it all.