Once Upon A Dream || Rosalie & Raphael
The wind whipped around Rosalie's head, causing her hair to go crazy in all directions. It seemed to have come from nowhere, and yet, it seemed to have been happening since the dawn of time. The fact was, Rosalie couldn't remember when the wind started, just that it currently was happening and it was ruining her hair endlessly. Looking around the room, it was then that she realized the window had been left open. Standing up from her bed, she crossed the short distance to the open window and shut it forcefully, thankful for the moment when the wind finally died down.
Pacing back to her bed, she bumped into her side table and knocked over one of the picture frames that were stationed there. Crouching down to pick it up, she noticed that the picture was of her mother, a photograph taken long before she was even a though in her parents' heads. Frowning, she picked the picture frame up and examined it, noticing that the glass had cracked in the upper left hand corner. Even the memories she had of her mother were beginning to crack and fade from existence with every passing day since her death. And now that the anniversary of the accident was fast approaching, Rosalie found her spirits to be less than their usual bubbly self.
Being here in Beacon Hills just seemed to make the loss of her mother that much more obvious. She wasn't even in the comfort of her old home, with her lifelong friends to call on and have comfort her. Not to mention that even with the move, the memory of her mother was everywhere. This is where she'd used to vacation in the summer, the place where she'd first met Rosalie's father. This is the town they got married in before they moved up to Seattle and had their only daughter. What exactly had made her father think it was a good idea to bring the two of them back here, Rosalie had no idea. The first two weeks after the move, she had refused to even leave the house. She didn't know anyone, nobody here knew her. And the moment that she did decide to venture out, weird things happened that she wasn't even entirely sure if they really occurred. The people seemed nice enough, though most of them also seemed on edge. But the bottom line was that this didn't feel like home yet.
Sighing, Rosalie hugged the broken picture frame to her chest, sitting back down on her bed and looking up to the ceiling. She just wished things would go back to normal. Obviously her mother could never come back, but she wished that she could at least feel okay again. The image she displayed to the outside world didn't always match the girl that was kept inside, and it was about time they finally matched up one way or another. Looking away from the ceiling, she noticed another figure in her room, though she didn't think it odd or out of place. If anything, it felt like he'd been there for as long as the wind had once been. Standing from the bed, she placed the picture frame to the side and gave a small smile to the stranger, holding out her hand in welcome. "Sorry about the wind, it always seems to open again after I've already shut it."
