Post by ROSA BRENNAN on Aug 23, 2013 0:09:39 GMT -5
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[/style]| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,height: 50px;] she could get used to this. as to what "this" she was referring to, she wasn't quite sure. maybe it was the way the colors of dusk touched the ends of the ocean. maybe it was the beautiful, luxurious house she was currently staying at. maybe it was the fact that she was actually sitting on the front steps leading to the beach and doing absolutely nothing. or maybe, just maybe "this" was referring to myrtle beach. whatever "this" was, she wouldn't mind being accustomed to it. who knew people actually did this? the whole sitting around and doing jack nothing. rosa felt robbed. she never really knew what she was missing until now. sure, she was up at ungodly hours where most normal people spent sleeping under their warm covers and soft beds, but she was amazed at just how peaceful all this was. she had spent her whole life in constant motion. she never had the time to just sit and watch the world move around her; she was busy moving with it, quite possibly with twice the speed. growing up in a family like her's was tough. when your father lands himself in jail and your mother drowns her sorrows into bottles of alcohol, you live in a constant state of worry. worry that there might not be enough food on the table tomorrow. worry about your siblings having enough warm clothes to wear to school. worry about them not waking up the next morning or missing their education. worry that if you didn't work enough, the rest of them would just end up having to work just as hard as you to support one another. she didn't have time to waste on just sitting around and watch life pass her by when every second of her life depended on making sure her siblings survival. to make sure they didn't end up having to work three billion jobs and rarely sleep like her. she didn't rest. you never hear the words rest and rosa in the same sentence. those two simply don't coexist. simply put, she was a workaholic who didn't understand the concept of taking a break. her whole life was about making money to help her siblings make a living, provide for them, give them what she never got. that was her number one priority. it was never about her own health or needs. they were first in her mind. and even though her siblings were all grown up now, she still threw her time into her work just in case there was a time that her siblings needed the money. she didn't want to leave them stranded just in case something happened to her. she didn't want to leave them to fend for themselves like her mother and her father had. but as she was sitting here and just staring at absolutely nothing but the water and sands that surrounded her, she felt like she could sit like this forever. who knew it could be so calming and relaxing? she sure as hell didn't. she knew she couldn't get used to this though. she would have to face her boss some time soon. she'd have to pick up that phone of her's and start working again. but for now, she could dream. dream of another life. a life of riches and luxury. was this what it was like for rich people? you get to enjoy life's little moments like this? she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, basking in the touch of dusk, feeling the breeze brush her hair and skin. this was so nice. so nice that it was starting to get familiar. it was starting to remind her of the days that ash and her used to do this. the whole sneaking out of the house, meeting somewhere and then making their way to the beach hand and hand in the middle of the night... they would sit in front of the log with the world behind their back and the endless body of water in front of them, the moon staring at its reflection all night long. she heaved a sigh as she let her eyes take in the sight of the night again, her hand unconsciously laying itself at her toned stomach. it was strange to think back to those days and realize where they were now. it all just seemed like one big nightmare. but, of course, it wasn't. no matter how many shooting stars she wished on or birthday candles she blew, there was no changing the fact that she had lived that life. she had gone through all that, but look where she was now. she was still fine. still alive. because that's what brennan's do. they fight and they survive no matter how fierce the battle was. it had been a tough battle, but she had gotten through it. but somehow, she really doubted it was over. there was still a fight with ash that she had to get through. they were both in no man's land, waiting for the other to attack. except.... that was the last thing rosa wanted to do. she was tired of fighting. she was tired of all this drama. she just wanted to go back to the simpler times when he was actually able to tolerate her instead of avoiding her like the plague. she knew he was working hard with his job, but she also knew him better than that. he was avoiding her and there was just no denying that, but could she really blame him? she had no idea what they were. they weren't enemies and they weren't lovers. so what did that make them? friends or strangers? better question, what did she want them to be? did she still hate him? she glanced down at the hand on her stomach before letting her hand slip off and back onto the porch with a shake of her head. no. she didn't hate him. couldn't even if she tried. was she angry? maybe a little, but not as much as she had been. so did she want to be friends with him again? yeah, she'd like that. a do-over. 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