While it had been a great night for harvesting Glamour, despite the rain, it had felt off somehow.

Standing in the dark, at the window in her bedroom, she stared out the window.

The rain cast eerie shadows and rivers on her body and the room around her. Her sapphire eyes weren’t looking at anything, just staring blankly outside. The city street below washed clean by the rain that fell from the sky. Colorful umbrellas dotted the sidewalk as people hurried to get somewhere dry.

Turning her head, she looks at the empty bed, inviting and luxurious with pillows and down comforters. Yet sad and hollow.

Coming home alone was new for the Treasured. While she didn’t bring everyone she harvested from home, there were a few she did.

But lately? Those she talked with felt empty. There was no connection there aside from the Harvest. She didn’t want them in her bed. The needs were still there, alive and well. But none of those she met filled the void anymore.

There was confusion on her face as she looked back out the window. A long graceful finger tracing a stream of water down the cold glass. Street lights playing off the gilded skin.

Is that what it had come to now? Did she need some type of connection with someone?

The thought of relationships terrified her in a way. As a Spring, she understood desire, lived for it in fact.

But as a woman, she didn’t understand the emotional part. All the many opposing feelings like excitement and fear, a sense of security while feeling insecure, and everything in between.

When she was out, she could change herself into whoever she wanted. If someone was looking for someone to smile and nod, she could do that. Someone to look pretty and be arm candy, she could be that as well. Help them forget whatever was troubling, she had that down as well. But in a relationship, she wasn’t in complete control.

Relationships made her think of her Keeper. Teaching and training her to be beautiful, to sing when told, and to stand completely still upon her pedestal. Things like love, comfort, understand, were gone. She learned to harden her heart to match the stone beneath her feet. Learned to be whatever she was told to be and not question it. She had no control.

When she escaped, she figured that was how the rest of her life had to be. How she was supposed to be. But she had seen others in relationships, sharing control and they seemed…happy? Content?

This is how she wanted to feel, she wanted her heart to soften, she wanted to let someone in.

But how? There were no directions, no books she could buy, nothing to be found online. And yet, she felt cracks in the stone, slight shifts in how she acted, thought and felt.

Was that how it would start?

Well no one told me about her
The way she lies
Well no one told me about her
How many people cried