but she felt nothing and that’s all she needed, to finally feel nothing | p

[Suiteheart]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Unbeknowst to Margaery, she had always, always, always been enough for Suiteheart. She was enough when she had six eyes instead of two. She was enough when she had lost her memory and didn't know who Suite was. She was enough when she transitioned into a vampire. She was enough when she morphed into a beast. She was enough when she proposed to Suite. She was enough at the alter, when they sealed their love with wedding rings. She was enough when her lungs filled with smoke and she wasn't as strong as she used to be. She was enough when she was a shell of her former self. She was enough when Suite witnessed how hard she was working to get back to what she used to be.

And now?

Now, as Margaery shut off their bond and further isolated herself in her sickness... Well, she was still enough for Suiteheart.

The love the Starstruck Guardian possessed for the other was stronger than any bond or any obstacle in their path. It was the only thing that had kept her alive during their year apart, and it would be the only thing keeping her going in the weeks to come as life continued on a downward spiral.

Margaery had always been more than enough. She was so much better than Suiteheart deserved, and everyday, Suiteheart thanked God for her wife. Margaery was the best thing in her life, and no matter what, she always would be. Margaery was her rock, her home, her world. And it destroyed Suiteheart to think that Margaery did not reciprocate those feelings.

When Margy had shut off their bond, something broke deep within Suite. Perhaps it was a bit of her sanity or perhaps it was a bit of the anchor that weighted her feral side down. Yes, the polar bear, much like her vampire wife, was containing a monster within herself. Suite often prided herself on how strong her willpower was, but when her wife distanced herself, a little voice whispered, 'Let go.' She felt like Atlas; doomed to hold up something so heavy and cursed to keep it that way unless she wanted things to come crashing down. And she desperately did not want that.

And besides, Margaery was still physically there. Her presence was enough to sate the monstrosity that dwelled within her mind. And she wished she could do the same for her wife, but her wife's condition wasn't similar enough.

As for her current state, it was truly a mess. The fire in Margaery's garden had left her paws burnt and slow-healing. Her fur was also damaged, but it had regrown quickly. Her throat was still sore, and when she spoke, she swore she would still taste the smoke. It was a haunting reminder, and she could only imagine how Margaery felt. Yes, imagine, for their bond was severed. She had no idea what Margaery felt these days. And truth be told, it made her angry.

She was not angry because her wife didn't share every emotion with her, no. No, she was angry and upset that her wife had so easily isolated herself. It was a simple 'sorry,' and then it was over in seconds. That wound was fresh, and it would be some time before it healed. Suiteheart simply could not understand it. It made her feel as though Margaery no longer cared enough to let Suite help with her problems.

She felt useless.

When she heard Margaery speak, her chest ached. A deep sigh fell from her lips. She wanted nothing more than to comfort her wife, but how? She clearly did not want it. Margy had isolated herself, so Suite would just stay away... So why were her large paws headed for the observer?

She cursed herself as she sat down, across from her wife. Her dark eyes were masked, but if one looked hard enough, sadness and anger could be found within their depths. But she was tired, and she would not be quick to act on the latter unless provoked.

"I could ask myself the same thing," Suiteheart murmured, voice cool but not cutting. "I... Margy, I don't understand..." She left it at that, hoping her wife could understand what she was trying to say.