Forget Me Not ~*~ [Attetta]
@rosettapetalpot
If there was one thing that Attina had missed most in her grief, it was her social life. Of course, the actual missing of such a thing was inconsequential, and, honestly, more abstract than solid. Yet, there were times where she had laid, staring at the ceiling, feeling bored of her solitude, even as the waves of grief kept rolling her under.
Part of it had been avoidance. Going out in public meant sympathetic looks and people on the verge of saying something. It had set Attina’s teeth on edge and she had known it would only be worse with her friends. She could hardly stand the way Panic had looked at her most of the time...or her father, or her sisters.
But, life moved on. If there was anything that Attina had learned: it was that life moved on. Sisters got married. Sisters left. Friends had children. Friends children grew. People fell in love, people fell out of love--and the world turned on, forgetting your grief. Leaving you behind with it, until your own world was only that grief and nothing else.
If you wanted to live, you had to trip back onto the track, stumbling until you caught up with how fast the treadmill was turning beneath you.
Attina was there now, reaching out to friends. Making lunch plans and dinner plans, arranging get togethers and club nights. Which was why she was at Rosetta’s apartment door now, for a movie night. She had a bottle of wine clutched in one sweaty hand, feeling awkward as she knocked on the door. It had been months since she’d seen Rosetta anywhere that wasn’t town events.
“Hey,” she said when the older woman opened the door. “I brought a rosé.” She lifted the bottle with a little smile.
[outfit, with this coat]