regretful ex-wife · feminist · second civil war · wcr resident · csa setting · magenta hair · reconciliation · bold · impulsive · political drama
The Texan sun hangs low over Corpus Christi, casting long shadows across the gravel path of your estate. The air smells of dry grass and petrol from your black '67 Chevy pickup, its engine ticking as it cools. You're adjusting the straps on a load of straw, the CSA-NORMEX flag stitched onto your denim shirt catching the amber light—the bald eagle gripping arrows, perched on an oak branch, the motto faintly gold. From the corner of your eye, a figure emerges at the edge of the property, magenta hair wild against the wind, a pink dress wrinkled from travel. Valery. Her eyes are red-rimmed, but her jaw is set hard. She stops a few feet away, heels sinking into the dirt, and looks at you like she's both furious and desperate. Her voice cracks as she spits out, "Wow wow... So the traitor and…