Fic: From Miami, Goodnight And Goodbye 1/1 Golden Girls
Title: From Miami, Goodnight And Goodbye. Author: Lopaka Tanu Disclaimer: I do not own Golden Girls. Characters: Blanche, Rebecca. Words: 599 Fandom: Golden Girls Pairing: None Rating: General Warnings: Grief, Mourning. Summary: The last one out turns the light off. Author's Note: ______________________________________
Listening to the raindrops hit the roof, her hand rest upon the doorknob. Only a sprinkling of dust remained in the old bedroom now. It's musty smell came from the lack of circulation. Until today, there hadn't been an actual person in there in quite some time. That wouldn't change again any time soon.
With a bittersweet smile, she reached out to flick the switch off. Once the room was dark, she slowly closed the door. There was no need to lock it.
She let her hand linger on the knob for a moment longer. It was quiet in the old house. Her soft sigh echoed loudly in the hallway. There was a time when even that would have had someone shouting at her to keep it down. Her abrupt chuckle sounded painful in her ears.
Bending down at the knee, she grasped the handle of her suit case and picked it up. It was light, filled mostly with the clothes, and a few items she hadn't been able to bring herself to let go with the rest. Standing up straight, her knees twinged in warning. She wasn't as spry as she used to be.
With a roll of her eyes heavenwards, she made her way down the hallway. Never had the walk felt so long, yet so short. The weight on her chest grew heavier with each step. By the time she made it to the main room, she had to lean against the doorway.
It was too much. Just how much was she supposed to give up in this lifetime? Whatever the limit was, she knew she had past it. They had all given up so much.
Sniffing, she reached up to wipe at the corner of her eye. Staring out over the empty living room, she saw not the dying sunlit room, empty of all but for a canvas sheet in the corner. Instead, she saw the living room as it once was. The same furniture, the warm lighting, the...her girls waiting for her to return.
A single warm tear slid down her cheek. She could hear them still, discussing the day's events. There was no need to think on it, she knew what they would have said about it all. The fuss made over the estate sale had been ridiculous. Perfect strangers dragging out each piece to be carted off by some idiot in a sun visor for pennies, it was scandalous.
Putting a hand to her chest, she closed her eyes. The fluttering of her heart made her shake her head. It wasn't time. She wasn't meant to go yet.
"Mama?"
Eyes slipping open, Blanche raised her head to face the door. Standing in the open entrance way was the spitting image of her own mother so many decades ago. It left her breathless and she smiled despite the forming tears. "I'm all right, Rebecca."
Her hair streaked with gray, her youngest looked older than she had at that age. The wrinkles around her eyes were from smiles, though, and that was what was important. "Come on, Mama. Aurora and Flannery are waiting for us in the car with the rest of your things."
"What things, honey? What I wanted to keep was done carted off years ago." But, she knew what Rebecca meant. She knew what was in the car too. It just seemed like there had been nothing left here. At her daughter's knowing look, Blanche held her head up high. "All right, dear, I'm comin', I'm comin'."
Back straight, shoulders back, she stalked across the floor like she still owned it.