Who: Chastity and Open What: Chastity getting out to think Where: Roof of the Empire State Building When: Friday evening Warnings: TBD?
There had been a time when she wasn’t so confused.
It had been long ago, sure, but when she couldn’t say, a combination of her current state of mind and the slow, eventual quality of her confusion. She wasn’t really changed by it - she was Chastity, and she was always going to know what that meant and who she was. It was only her memory sometimes, and her logic, and her perceptions of the world that got a little….blurry. She knew herself.
That didn’t mean that she didn’t go through moments of wanting reassurance, that she didn’t stop every now and then, forgetting what she was doing, and worry. Never worry for herself, but worry for others, worry over if there was something she could do that she hadn’t thought of, that lay forgotten along with the small, silly things she wrote down in her to-do lists. Now, post-its, Chastity thought with a small smile, thinking of the bright yellow one with ‘daisies’ scrawled on it currently stuck to the bedroom mirror. Another way to try and keep track of her life.
It seemed, these days, there were more things to worry about. Or maybe it was always like this, and she just didn’t remember. Chastity drew her legs up onto the bench and rested her head on her knees, arms obscuring all but her hair and eyes. She didn’t know what to do.
She had come up here to see the sky, to breathe in fresh air and try to clear her head. It wasn’t working overly well. She had known it wouldn’t, after all, the retreats she’d been to hadn’t helped her all that much, so city air was hardly going to do it. The noise, the lights, the people…….the others here in the city.
Still, she had hoped. Hoped, and in any case, a trip up here to see the sky and the sights wasn’t a wasted one. It just didn’t help set her mind at ease.