Rae Alghren (prettydeadly) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-07-30 11:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [07] july, rae |
WHO: Rae, Marcus and Finn
WHAT: Taking care of a box of Elliot's things. Until she drops it...
WHERE: Somewhere between Rae's apartment and the storage room.
WHEN: 07/30, nighttime.
RATING: Low, maybe language-medium.
The box was full. Probably too full, but she needed to remove some of his things from the apartment. It was too painful; too hard to look around and see everything of his taunting her, reminding her that he wasn't there anymore. Like a constant reminder that the best part of her life was already over, and that it had been way, way too short. So, once she'd sealed the box and taped over the top, she pulled in a deep breath and looked around her empty-looking apartment and swallowed thickly. This was it. This was... really it. You can do this. Standing up and making a sad chuckling noise when the baby wiggled in her stomach, Rae shook her head. "I know. You don't like it when I do things like this. But I have to do this, okay? And then we'll kick back and lay down." She rubbed her tummy for a few more seconds, until the baby settled down, and then walked over to the door, opening it so that she could get out easier. After she'd lifted the box, she looked down at it and nodded her head. You can do this... she repeated, heading out the door and closing it with her foot behind her. It was fairly seamless, the first half of the trip to the storage room. Yeah, she'd had a little trouble getting the heavy box down the stairs, but she'd made it in one piece. Even if she was still sort of torn. Do I really want to put this away? she asked herself. It's like... putting him away. Isn't it? No. No, he wouldn't want me to just... be like this. He wouldn't want me to stare at his things all day and torment myself. He'd want me to put them away. Help myself move on. But, so lost was she in trying to convince herself that this was the right thing to do, that she didn't notice the slight raise in the pavement in front of her. Her foot got caught and she stumbled, but managed to keep herself from falling. The box, however, slid from her grasp, and fell open on the ground. "Oh no..." she whispered, quickly moving down to her knees and picking up the things that had fallen out. Most everything was safe, but Rae paused when her hand met one of his baseball trophies. The small figure had fallen off the top, bounced a couple of feet away, and lay unobtrusively, like it wasn't about to shatter Rae's mending heart back into pieces. Shit. Damn it, no... she thought, picking up the figure and trying futilely to press it back to the top of the trophy. Damn it, how am I going to tell— she cut herself off. Oh. Oh... right... she deflated, looking at the trophy again and feeling her eyes well up. I don't... I don't have to tell him, because... because he's not coming back. He's... he's gone. Forever... She probably should've gotten up off the ground. Probably should've collected herself and tried to finish her journey to the storage room, since Taisce was expecting her. But... she couldn't. Her lower lip quivered in a feeble attempt to keep her tears back, but the attempt did prove feeble. And Rae inevitably lost the battle, breaking down in sobs in the middle of the footpath. |