@setwithacapitalj / PLOTTED STARTER ft. Maria & Riff
A year. Almost. It had almost been a year since everything about Maria's life had been roughly & completely uprooted. It was all a wound that never fully closed, and yet reopened easily.
She had lost her foundation, built upon the people she had loved the most. Everything had come crumbling down around her, and she hated what she felt in the wake of it all--because that feeling was hate itself. But didn't she have that right? When it was hate that took two of the most important people from her? Or maybe it was simply a testament to her foolish naivety in the first place.
But she wasn't the only one who lost Tony, a fact that she's painfully aware of. People she keeps in her prayers, even if the words themselves feel empty now. Maybe she was still foolish and naive.
Maybe that's why when she and Riff cross paths, that familiar look of distrust and pain exchanged between them, she hesitates.
For a moment, it was silent. Because what was there to really say? it'd certainly be easier to offer vague acknowledgement and keep walking. But Maria has never seemed to choose the easy route. "Hi," she offers softly. "How--how are you doing?"