A/N: How are we already a week into February? Time flies when you're having fun and sick with the flu I guess. Have a rare Sarah POV as I'm attempting to go in timeline order (more or less) this year with a few exceptions if a prompt is particularly fitting for one other than who would be next in line, like Issy and Yue on days 6 and 4 for this year.
A very mild TW for talk about grief & homesickness but nothing is overly specific, just a heads up for extra caution.
Flash Fiction February 2025 Day 7 Prompt: Acceptance
Grief is a funny thing because it comes in stages. Some days it’s almost as if it doesn’t exist, one appears perfectly normal. Other days, or weeks, or months on end it’s an all consuming void that constantly threatens to swallow you right up. And most of the time it’s a constant quiet reminder in the back of the mind, ever present yet manageable. You learn to live with it, like a strange, unwelcome, rather annoying pet that refuses to leave. Eventually after the many stages that come along with grief the final part is reached; acceptance. Sitting on the docks listening to the sound of the waves watching the ships sail in and out of the harbor headed for the Iliac Bay, the Imperial City, and as far away as Vvardenfell. All the while gulls circle overhead looking for their next meal I realize I’ve reached that last phase. Acceptance. The end of the line, at least for now. Am I by any means happy about the turn of events that transpired leading me here? No. But I’ve come to accept my fate. While I cannot go home, and that is a rather sad thing, I’ve made a new life here that is far more enjoyable than the stifling one I left behind. I will miss the forests of Valanwood, the woodland cities, the partly paved roads that lead to nowhere, and that will continue to cause me grief. Even still, taking a breath of the fresh salt air I know that acceptance of the fact that some things don’t work out is better for me in the long run. Here I have friends and people who love me, I have shelter with a roof over my head, I have work that pays well and with enough free time to allow me to come here and think about life. It is a much better situation indeed, everything will work out eventually. Yes, things will work out in the end, even if there is pain along the journey's path.
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