Time to Heal

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Murrue Ramius stood outside the door to a nice little house in Georgia; despite the unbearable humidity she was terrified to enter the house. She knew about the home because she and her old friends had once discussed where their families lived. Murrue had made sure she remembered each location because it would have been her job to tell their families if the unthinkable happened. Fortunately, she had little of these meetings to do, but each one ate at her soul.

This one, she knew, would be a little different; it would help heal her heart. She had felt torn about this death since it had happened, over three years ago. The Atlantic Federation had finally lifted the ban on all the members of the Archangel passes into the nations that made up the Federation. Murrue was relieved when she had read the letter of notification; she could go and see not only her family, but the families of her friends. She knew this family would probably shoot her for just coming to their house. She looked at the mailbox again and reread the name on the box, Badgiruel. Damn, she thought, this was going to be really hard.

AN: I thought of this story when Destiny came out. I wondered if Murrue ever felt guilty about killing Natarle. The next chapter will have dialogue and will be longer. This is my first story so any comments and reviews will be much appreciated. Please review.