573 days of Longing
It has been eighteen months, three weeks and four days since the last time Nicole was with Waverly – exactly five hundred and seventy three days since she had held her girlfriend’s hand and saw her beautiful face.
Over a year and a half of being without Waverly and Nicole spent each day fighting, waiting and trying to live and survive the life void of the love of her life and friends she had counted on ever since she had decided to stay in Purgatory despite all the supernatural occurrences.
She had missed her girlfriend terribly so every sleepless night and misses her more with each waking day. It’s exhausting, hurting and draining the light out of her and there were times where she was so close to giving up, but she knew it wasn’t what Waverly wanted. She knew that Waverly would want her to live despite all the pain and torment of being apart, that she would want her to be brave and to face each day with a head held high and a strong-willed heart. She knew that Waverly, wherever the half angel might be, was also trying her hardest to come back to her and she would be there in the homestead patiently waiting for her with open arms.
And Nicole did exactly just that.
But waiting for about nineteen months felt like forever and she’s growing awfully impatient. Each day she had spent her free time praying, hoping and wishing for her beloved girlfriend’s homecoming; asking all the gods for nothing but Waverly’s safe return.
She didn’t care that Purgatory has now been overrun by demons and monsters and everything inhumane. She didn’t care for her position as the town’s Sheriff that she had to give up and let go when she knew it was an encounter she can never win against, she’s only human after all and there’s only so much she can do without getting herself killed in the process. Call her a coward or whatever but she would rather be alive when Waverly comes home than be the courageous sheriff amongst the dead corpse.
She couldn’t care less; it was a battle she’s not fit to fight anyway.
Nicole retreated back to the homestead; the only place she knew Waverly would go first on her return. She kept it safe, untouched of whatever evil that was looming around the rest of the town, and kept it protected all throughout the chaos and mayhem with her own blood, sweat and tears. She would never let anything, demons, monsters or humans alike, ruin the only place her girlfriend calls home; so she held a shot gun, cocked and fully loaded, ready to shoot whatever trespasses over its fence.
Her days were spent in between missing Waverly and keeping the homestead safe with a much needed conversation with the Mayan warrior princess descendant to keep her sane and her nights were spent curled atop her girlfriend’s bed, hugging her clothes tightly onto her chest, siphoning any remaining scent off of them with tears streaming down her face, calling Waverly’s name over and over again.
Five hundred and seventy three days and Nicole counted two of her birthdays and two of her girlfriend’s, two Christmases and two of their anniversaries had came and went; and she was still there, alone, as the days passed her by, crying silent tears as she crossed out every date in the calendar.
She missed her, and she misses her even more in every sleepless night and each waking day; even when her girlfriend was now back, safe and sound, enclosed in her arms again.
It has been eighteen months, three weeks and four days since she had to live without Waverly, and now that the love of her life is back, Nicole swore to all the gods that she will never ever let her go again; consequences of the evil deal, be damned.