Labels they ruled the world. Stick a name on one and suddenly they become that without contest or distress. The worst label was that enforced upon relationships. Love could not be just love, lust could not merely be simple lust.

Boyfriend. Lover. Husband. Soul Mate. Consort. Beloved. Heart Sworn. Significant Other. Fxck Buddy.

The labels were known well and perhaps once used when she thought of the others that had come and gone. Yet when her Suspender Sporting Sweetheart had asked her if Finn was her boyfriend, well there was when the laughter and the jokes would cease.

Looking back the kisses were unlike any that she had ever known and yet so familiar. Avy knew he was different, just as she was. That much was obvious. A few fist fights and it all should have been obvious.

How many lives, how many stories had she known of herself as her existence had surpassed with the end of loss?

Not this time. Not today. Not ever again.

Such was the silent plea as she looked around the room and found it without the Irish once more. Only then in solitude would the walls and the laughter that hid her heart in bright shields of joy and mirth be let down.

The sun barely had roused itself but Avy rarely slept anymore. Far too restless, far too wary of waiting for the fire and the witch hunt to start all over again.

She didn't want a boyfriend. Or a fairytale love. Avy wanted something that would last.

Something like forever, for once.

Looking up at the old abandoned theater she couldn't help but smile before she went to climbing the ropes. Everyone was still asleep and it left her time to reflect as she perched above the stage, swinging legs in her linger at heights so high.

Still... the higher up one went, the more likely the faster they would fall...

and Avy felt like falling.