there are a few things in this world that offer unconditional peace. they are often difficult to come by , but when they show up ... you do everything you can to grasp onto it. in her youth , rosalie lacked a fondness for the simplicity of nature. even as a fledgling vampire , she found herself looking at the woods with a distaste. but the solitary atmosphere , the peace that is only disturbed by the rustle of branches ... it became a comfort to her. the soil underneath her barefeet , the warm aroma of trees ... it keeps her grounded. reminds her of the world around her , gives her an appreciation of what is out there. gentility was never her strongest suit ; rather , it became a trait she developed after immortality took its hold on her. her ears pick up on every little noise : the crunch of the leaves , the breeze that the wind carries , the gait of her mother. her mother’s presence does not come as a surprise. perhaps it is even invited & welcomed for once , as it does not disturb the stillness. ❛ not much , ❜ the blonde answers genuinely. ❛ i just ... miss it , i guess. ❜ she longs to feel the kiss of a chill upon flushed cheeks , rather than just feeling a temperature drop. rosalie misses the leaves against her bare skin , where the crunch feels rough against her feet & her nerves soak up the texture of the ground ... she misses feeling all of this as a human , where everything was not amped up to a million watts & overwhelms her half the time. her head turns , gold eyes burning with a sense of wistfulness. ❛ i miss simplicity the most. i feel like i can only get that in quiet times like this. ❜