Drabbles and Oneshots

Based on the prompt: "CAN YOU DO A FANFIC OR A LITTLE WRITING OF THAT SCENE IN 3X19 AND MAYBE ADD A CUTE BEAUTIFUL KISS IN IT?" 

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How many times had she called her by now? She couldn't even tell.

Too many. Way too many.

She had this weight in her chest, a heaviness she couldn't get rid off and all she wanted was to hear her voice, to know that she was there and that she would save her, that she would make everything better.

Finally she answered and she was so relieved. The knot in her throat was choking her, but she didn't want to cry so she focused on her best friend lately: anger. Anger was better, anger had a way of coming out and still keep her whole. Sadness on the other side, pain... she couldn't get rid of that without looking weak, and she couldn't afford to be weak right now, nor ever. Not again, she had vowed to herself. She'd never be weak again.

So the moment she heard her godmother she started demanding. She wanted answers, she wanted a way out and she wanted it now.

Yes, she was strong she reminded herself. She had conviction, Sharon was gonna listen to her and take her out of there.

But the first words that came out of her mouth made everything inside her fell. The tough wall she had created crumbled around her. It was always the same, always with the secrecy and the "laters" and the excuses.

"Revenge is coming", she said. And her tone was so encouraging, like somehow that was supposed to make everything better.

Revenge.

Revenge.

What the hell did she care about revenge?! She couldn't give less fucks about revenge, she needed her! Couldn't she see that?!

Her façade broke, her anguish being stronger than her pride. She told her that she couldn't handle it anymore, that she was sick and tired of living with the Valentes and all she wanted-- no, all she needed was for her to take her away. She hadn't seen her in months and she needed her there with her, not a phone call every now and then.

She had tears in her eyes now, all the pent-up frustration and emotional stress coming at her all at once. "It's for your own good Ámbar". How could it be for her own good when she was dying inside? Didn't she care one bit about her?

"For my sake you could come back", she said, because she'd been meaning to say it for a long time. Sharon always gave the same excuse that it was all for "her own good". She couldn't see her "for her own good", she couldn't tell her anything "for her own good", she had to stay with the Valentes "for her own good". But Ámbar knew better than anyone what she needed and it wasn't any of that. None of that made her feel better at night when the lights turned out and she was alone with her thoughts. She didn't need revenge or some stupid plan, what she really needed was to have her godmother at her side.

But Sharon didn't care. Clearly she didn't care.

"Stop playing the victim", her usual reprimanding tone emerged from the phone. "You know I don't like it when you do that".

Of course. The one time Ámbar chose to opened up and tell her everything she was feeling Sharon had to reprimand her for it. What was she expecting? All her life she had taught her not to be weak, not to be sentimental about anything, to only focus on her goals and achieve them.