tori wilson still can't let go (notparted) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-12-31 23:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-10-10, tori, zachary |
these simple things are all i live for
Who: Zach and Tori
When: Morning
Where: Zach’s Apartment
Most people thought that death brought answers. Maybe that had been the case for others, but it certainly wasn’t for Tori. It had been a struggle, nothing short of it, to get where she was now. The weeks following her death had likely been the easiest for her, but that was due in large part to the fact that she didn’t fully realize that she was dead. When she actually manifested, Tori would find herself locked in the same routines she had in life. She would spend hours trying to put clothes in the washer without realizing that she couldn’t actually hold anything. The next time she appeared, Tori would follow Zach around, babbling about a day that had happened months prior without realizing that he couldn’t hear her. A few months passed and Tori began to register what had happened to her -- that she had died and she was unable to move on. Though that understanding was a step forward, it didn’t mean much in keeping her stable on the living plane. Tori had worked hard to get where she was, even if that place was particularly painful.
Tori was always there in Zach’s apartment, but it was only some of the time when she actually pulled herself together to manifest. It was some time in the morning that she appeared, that much she knew by the fact that Zach was still in bed. When it came to days, Tori had more trouble discerning which days were which. It would be easier if she could mark them down on the calendar as she appeared, or at least she assumed it would be; her speculation was founded on the belief that she would be able to tell how many days had passed between her appearances. Time passed differently for her now. Tori had not yet come to terms with the fact that it no longer mattered to her any longer, no when she had an eternity to look forward to.
Routine was still something that she handled with ease. The first thing she did after checking on Zach and Sampson (sometimes collectively, sometimes separately), was attempt to turn on the television. It had gotten easier since the first time, but still, the simple task of pressing the power button took a great deal of concentration. Tori stood by the television, her finger poised over the switch to turn it on. There were likely easier ways to go about this, but she hadn’t been dead long enough to stop thinking in terms of what she could accomplish with a corporeal body. All her energy and focus was funneled into the tip of the digit until she knew that if she were to press the button, the television would flicker on. She released a sound of joy when there was an electronic pop and the screen lit up. Changing the channel was another ordeal altogether and after several more minutes of concentration, she was able to switch the T.V. over to the local morning news. Tori sat in the floor, Indian style, inches away from the device. Though Zach hadn’t been involved with the school, and neither had she by proxy, she found herself fascinated with the developments surrounding it. Fairies, she thought to herself with a laugh. That would have been quite a thing to experience in life.