Post by violeta on Nov 11, 2011 22:29:45 GMT -8
And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me
October 9th, 1:00am
Violet wiped down the counters, holding back emotions. The establishment was empty and her face was dry, only out of sheer will rather than being out of tears. Peter. The first one she had lost. The closest one she had lost. A single tear trailed down her cheek. A sob escaped her. No. Why? Why was this happening now?
Everything was cleaned, put away, ready for the next opening day. Her duties were over, done. She could ... she could mourn in peace. But she didn't want to be alone. Not tonight. Bearing the weight of someone else's grief in conjunction with her own was... in a word... overwhelming. Violet leaned against the bar, head in her hands, openly sobbing now. Why couldn't the ghosts leave her alone? Wasn't it already enough that she memorialized them? Why did they torment her?
Violet straightened up and locked up, movements mechanical, but she stood there, after locking the door. Stood there, resting her head against the door. Stood there, and made the decision that she needed to be with him tonight. If anything, just to have someone to hold her while she fell. It was raining and the chill was starting to seep into her bones. She Apparated onto the doorstep of a large mansion. In her current state, she didn't marvel over the enormity of it, nor did she compare it with her old home. She pulled the long rope, faintly registering the large echoing noise.
Violet imagined what she must have looked like, soaked to the bone, still wearing her bartending outfit, rather like a wet dog or something of the like. Tears had started running down her face again, but it was difficult to tell with the rain, so her nose must have been flaming red again. Gads, she must look like a nightmare. The door opened and she looked at them, eyes flat, only showing a glimpse of the terror behind them.
For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me
Lyrics from "My Chemical Romance" - "The Ghost of You"
[Note: Goodness. Angst. I need to write angst better.]