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Challenge: Drabbletag 5 - choices
Medea lies on her bed, waiting for sleep to come, but she’s wide awake and painfully aware of her loneliness. She thinks about things she's lost, about past loves and how she always seemed to have made the wrong choices.
Oh, if only ...
It's what she thinks countless times a day, imagining alternatives to the life she’s leading.
It’s more an existence than a life, for she's always alone, every day is the same. And she’s so tired …
But not even sleep would come.
“It’s going to be a long time until you can sleep peacefully.”
Medea doesn’t even startle. “I thought so,” she answers and opens her eyes, watches how the goddess approaches and sits down on the side of her bed. Medea's heart hurts when she catches the pitiful look in her visitor’s eyes.
“But I can help you to finally make the right decision. It is your choice.”
“Hecate,” Medea breathes, a tear running down her cheek. “Is there anybody who’s going to miss me?”
“I fear not.” Though the words are hard, there’s no cruelty in Hecate’s voice. Just pity.
Medea nods. “Then I will finally make the right choice. I’ll go with you,” she says and holds out her hand. Hecate takes it, helps the human woman getting up and caresses her cheek when they face each other.
“It’s going to be okay now. I promise,” Hecate assures, kisses Medea softly on the lips and leads her out of the room.