certain expectations were held when you moved to the big city, maybe she’d spent her life largely sheltered, or maybe those expectations were as inaccurate as the fairytale she’d imagined her life would be at this point. no one was supposed to watch their fiance die, no one was supposed to disown their mother for committing the deed. you’d think the girl raised with every luxury and the center of her mother’s world would have had a happy childhood.
but now as she blended into the crowds she felt more free than she had on all those blissful acres. freedom she’d learn was objective, freedom was what you made of it. and maybe she should have made it better before, but now ---- now with the world spinning around her making her feel small, that was invigorating. she would make a name in this world on her own power, with her own skills. she wouldn’t be the woman who’d lost her love twice, she wouldn’t be the spoiled daughter of the mills... she’d be herself.
such a transcendent and effervescent feeling was cut short by something greater than all --- a rainstorm. as the rain poured she ducked, pulling her collar higher and dodging into the nearest store. clearly she’d need to invest in an umbrella...
@flawedmorals - idk what this is omf.