|beth_sawyer (beth_sawyer) wrote in manchester_rpg,|
@ 2010-06-23 00:20:00
|Entry tags:||beth, desmond|
Who: Beth & Desmond (Open)
What: Walking back to Alden
When: Close to midnight on June 22, 2010
Where: Leaving the coffee shop
Rating: G to PG at the most
As she wiped down one last table Beth licked her lips, another long day behind her and with thirty dollars in tips to split with her fellow barista. Not a bad day, ten to charity, five to her bank account.
Wrapping up the final closing duties Beth hung her apron and said goodbye to her coworker before heading through the familiar streets leading back to Alden University. With her iPod blasting her new favorite band. Tugging upon the white button down that she wore over her shoulders, dressed in a black tank top and black slacks, she walked through the night, oblivious to the dangers of the world that surrounded. Beth meandered through the town, secure in her safety, the presence of God's watchful gaze upon her, his guiding hand to save her and keep her from harm, she did not worry, but the shadows still startled from time to time, so as she walked she talked to God through the flow of music that filtered through the night air.
She thought of her home life, she dreamt of her boyfriend's smile and thought of her mother's wringing hands, that worried look upon her face as she turned over in her bed and prayed for her daughter who was away at college, alone in this world, she thought of her father's prayers for the world, so broken and in need of a caring hand. And she thought of her brothers, away themselves at their own colleges with their own experiences and her heart ached for everyone that she longed to be with back home. Beth sent a prayer to heaven momentarily for each life that she missed more and more with each passing day. The sound of their voices was never near enough, each step forward, each day past was another step towards her future, a goal and dream soon to be discovered and lived to the fullest.
Footsteps behind her and she remained lost within her own thoughts and soon she moved through the gates of Alden but still, a chill ran up her spine and she rubbed it away with her hands, unaware of the presence that clung to her like the humid night air. With the last song playing out a final chord Beth shut off the iPod and finally turned round at the sound of a nearby footstep, but in the dark of night not a soul was to be seen, so she turned once more and kept on her designated path, praying for the best of this night.