Aveline Bryant Montgomery (delicate_ice) wrote in goldenapples, @ 2009-06-25 21:11:00 |
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Current music: | Here I Am (Kaskade Remix) - David Morales |
Entry tags: | !complete, angelina johnson, aveline montgomery |
Who: Aveline and Angelina
What: Crying
When: 25 June. Late Afternoon, once Aveline has finished creating and the help's gone for the day
Where: Au Clair de Lune, Aveline's chocolaterie.
Rating: Not high.
Status: Incomplete.
The bit of frenzy the break from Azkaban had caused was a little overwhelming. Everywhere she went, it was all people seemed to talk about. And yes, it did worry her, but Aveline had bigger things on her mind. Namely, the tiny little thing growing inside of her. Her book had said it was about three centimetres long now, and its organs were functioning. The pictures she'd seen in the book made her think it looked more like an alien than a baby. She wondered if that's what her baby looked like.
I really ought to get looked at, she thought as she leaned her elbows on the front counter, chin in hand. She counted on her fingers how long it had been. Ten weeks. Well, it'd be eleven on Sunday.
Aveline changed the track on the stereo and wrapped her sweater a bit tighter around herself. Since it was a chocolate shop they had to keep the place a bit cooler than most shops. Her fingers moved along with the music, using the edge of the counter as a keyboard. When she got home she was going to relax with a cup of tea and some sheet music.
It was a fairly slow day and certainly not welcome. She'd hoped that she could get lost in her work, but it only made her hungry. And now, sitting alone in her little blue shop, she was left to her thoughts. All she could think about was how she was going to do this alone? Having a sister around, and parents, wasn't quite the same as having someone hold her, to tell her they thought what she was doing was amazing, that they loved her all the more for it.
It wasn't supposed to be this way, she thought, taking deep breaths to keep herself from crying. It seemed to happen so damn easily these days, she kind of hated it.
"I don't want to do this alone," she whispered, suddenly feeling so absolutely terrified of it all. The weight of everything, what she'd have to do in the next six months, for the rest of her life, it was so scary and there was nothing she could go to stop it.
Aveline put her forehead down on the counter and let the tears fall.