@hcdonistic || maggie
After Maggie left, Farah had spiraled. Returning to a world of mediocrity and humanity seemed like a torture designed specifically to poke at the mistake Farah had made in choosing humanity over... well, everything else she could have. The future looked bleak and cloaked in dark grey fabric. The Volturi would be interested in her Felix had said. That, and she knew too much. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.
-- Now, she was packing her belongings. Anything that she didn’t want her parents to be stuck with when she left. A familiar sound distracted her. The wheels of a car on her driveway, followed by the near instant soft knock on the glass screen door. Farah felt her stomach drop- something that she never felt when she dreamed of the moment Mags came back. It might not be her- she tried to remind herself as she lunged for the door. When she saw the halo of blonde hair peeking out just above the window her heart lurched. “You- you’re back-” she stood in the door after she yanked it open, staring in shock at the beautiful woman before her. Was she back? Or was this... some kind of sick joke. A trick of the mind. The Volturi fucking with her? “Please tell me you’re back,” her voice was barely a whisper- their own private volume.
