✿ February 8th, or maybe.. It was beginning to be the 9th. The large, bulbous form of Sibyllad entered the empty, Polon styled home. Glancing over the base floor as she trudged towards the large couch to slump upon. She had stayed at Greygate, shuffling through files and paperwork for hours before leaving. Sib didn’t need to, but she did. Being one of the last to leave the government building, giving the poor night shift guards a pat. Sib continued to stare out the door of her home, the wind whistling as it passed through the open aired windows and stone structured pillars. Her strong, usually boisterous features were- almost sorrowful in appearance as she merely listened to the sound. Waiting for something to break the silence. Nothing. Her lungs filled with air, struggling to hold back a ragged cough. Her breathing was really getting worse. Sighing out the breath as her darkened eyes wandered towards the black, skinny creature that laid at the entryway. Molly’s cat. Hector, Sib never understood why Molly named him such, all Sib knew was that the cat despised her for the one time she had stepped on its tail. That thing loved Molly to the void and back. Now, it laid skin and bone by the door. Clouded eyes staring out at the gloomy night from beyond the door. A bowl, filled to the brim with chopped chicken and kibble was beside him. Left untouched. Sib had tried, asking around and even inviting a vet to the home to check Hector for medical problems. But there simply wasn’t anything wrong. The Eronidas tilted her back against the wall. She knew why, the cat was really just waiting for Molly to return. And for months, the cat had stayed by the door waiting for an arrival that would never come. Sib didn’t know cats could feel deep emotions like that, or- maybe she was just speculating, maybe the cat did have something wrong with him. Soon, opening her eyes once more to stare at the cat. Only to find that the shallow rise and fall of the stringy cat had ceased. Sib couldn’t help a hitched gasp that never managed to escape her mouth at the realization, even going far as to- wait to see if it would move. How rude, to stare like that. Nothing. Her features, already having lost her normal spunk, have now drained in colors. For someone so large, someone who refused to let a little thing like emotions affect her so much in public was truly shaken. A ghostly shiver ranked her muscles as her meaty mits rose to encompass her face. Maybe trying to prevent the tears from falling. Sib’s memories of Molly were all so nice, but when she really thought them over. They seemed, so muffled. She had tried to avoid thinking them over for so long, trying to keep herself busy, but she can’t deny that her body can’t keep up with the work she pulled onto herself. She was older, her lungs were failing her long before she had gained the weight she was known for. The love the two had once shared, had long been gone before Molly had disappeared. Sure, Sib had thought the moon and the stars of Molly. Putting her on a pedestal every time she spoke to the woman. But, looking at the lines between, it really showed that Sib's perception had failed her in the end. Molly wasn’t happy. In the beginning, it was passion, but as the months went on it wasn’t the same anymore. And maybe Sib knew that. Every time a hint was dropped, of- separation, Sib always steered the conversation away, deflecting it. Sib’s true fault was desperately grasping for a love she never knew growing up, attempting to surround herself with people she could give all that unconditional love to. Who knew you could drown out a person with love. Smothering someone as if suffocating in sand. Coming back to the cold night in her home, Sib realized after wincing at the back of her head that she had bruised the area. Pressing her head against the stone so harshly in thought. Combing back her curling, ebony brown hair before reaching towards an unfinished rum bottle that had been left there the previous night. Raising it up, as if she were preparing a toast to an eagerly awaiting party. “..Happy Anniversary, Molly. I love you.” The words nearly choked her as she spoke them. Tilting her head back, taking a swig of the stale drink, allowing the tears to fall down the shattered features of a woman who loved too much. Thanks for the read, its been awhile since I wrote. Sib and Molly's wedding anniversary passed and I wanted to write out Sibs reaction. A credit to Laz for giving me the name.
