((Just a one-shot based off of the last part of SilverWing's Blue Rose story. When Tara finds out Alek was taking the reverse syndrom thing))


A strong wind blew through her hair, the sunny atmosphere contradicting to the darker feelings inside. Her feet made prints along the wet sand as she walked towards the shading trees. Emotions and thoughts bouncing around in her head like tenis balls. Her hands tightened around the collar in her pocket. She couldn't oso, oso de leaving without it but she didn't feel like bringing herself to wear it.
She stopped at the trees and, with no further thought, feel to her knees in the sand. Emotions burned tears in her eyes. The waves crashed together like all of her thoughts. Her eyes stared ahead at the endless nothing.
He had been taking drugs. Deadly ones; and she hadn't know. She should have. He knew every time something was wrong and she'd messed up. The guilt was tearing her apart. She knew he would hate himself if he knew but all the signs had been there. She knew those signs. She had lived with that for years.
Her family wasn't awful, but if it was one thing she knew, it was the signs of being on drugs. She had grown up with the influence of it. And now she had missed them. She buried her head in her arms, dispelling the thoughts. No. It wasn't hurt fault. It was his. He hadn't known about her family, but it didn't matter. It was his choice. It hurt her deep inside. But what could she do? There was nothing to do.
"Augh!"
She wiped the stray tears from her eyes and stood, sudden anger swelling inside. She grabbed the collar and stared at it. She threw it into the water on instinct and then jumped after it. Grabbing it, she ran back to apuntalar, costa before the waves could claim it again.
"I'm sorry."
She slipped the collar back around her neck, her pent up emotions draining at the thought of loosing her treasure. She collapsed back on the sand and leaned her head on her arm. Her fingers clutched the collar and she sighed with all the leftover emotion.
I didn't mean to throw it. I'm sorry.
Her eyelids drooped and she curled up in the shade, too tired to move. She knew she'd have to tell him some time. And she needed to know why he couldn't tell her about it; his biggest secret. But until he was better, she had no choice. She had to leave everything unsaid.