Mother of ********… Myth sighed as she put her pen down and allowed herself to slump until her forehead touched her desk. Of all the tedious, ridiculous… Reaching blindly for the paperwork she’d just finished, she plucked it from the desk and sat up just enough to fold it neatly and slot it into it’s envelope. She was done with college and she was more than done with carting around a last name that no longer held any meaning beyond a bewildered and angry pain for her. Sealing the envelope and placing it in her Out basket, Myth actually managed a tiny smile. She’d decided against going back to her maiden name. No, if she was doing this, it would be done properly. It was a new year, she more than deserved to new and fresh name. It would go so well with her new shop too.

And that wasn’t even counting her double life as a Page of Cosmos. Leaning back in her chair and pinching the bridge of her nose between her fingers, Myth still wasn’t sure what she thought of the situation. Since the Code had pointedly told her to give up on everything and corrupt, she’d been avoiding her wonder. She had more than enough self doubt on her own without adding the words of an ancient magical thing to the mix. Though, she felt guilty about ignoring Nis for so long. So, she was going to have to suck it up and just go one of these nights. Besides, she wasn’t married any longer! Therefore, if the Code decided to get sassy with her, it wouldn’t matter. Or something. It sounded all right in her head, at any rate.

“I can almost convince myself of that very nicely,” she muttered to herself. “I wonder if I can convince anyone else.”

Still. She had the shop. She had (or would officially have once the paperwork was processed) a new name. She was a ******** college graduate. Life was good. Mostly. She’d wrestle it into being good if she had to. Anything was better than having reruns of the nights she’d spent doing nothing more than sobbing and wondering what was so wrong with her that she’d be abandoned. Because, at this point, Myth was pretty ******** sure that she’d been walked out on. There’d been no bodies found. And Destiny City was pretty good about finding the bodies.. Therefore, it was pretty obvious that her darling (her mind spat the word out) husband had ******** ghosted her.

She made a noise like an angry cat in the back of her throat and forced her mind to more pleasant topics. Like that she still had some photos to box up and get rid of. At first, she’d been too upset to consider trashing her wedding photos, but as time had gone on, it seemed more and more reasonable. Why hold on to something that hurt her so badly? Was she just going to spend the rest of her life crying and moping over a ******** a*****e who’d left her? No. Absolutely not. She was ******** you, Marsten,” she growled as she reached for the first of the photo boxes. “I’m a ******** Legend now.”