Who: Ariana and Gellert When: Tuesday morning Where: The clothing store What: A fitting! Rating: TBD
Ariana hadn't slept a wink. She had tried tossing and turning for several hours but nightmares continued to find their way through her subconscious, pulling her from the restless sleep she had been able to obtain. It was the same image each time, that was burned into her eyes as she shot upright in her small bed. Her mother's face, eyes widened in fear and staring directly at her, a scream echoing in her ears with every rapid beat of her heart. Somewhere in her, she knew what followed but she refused to think on it. Truthfully it was far more than a refusal, it was an inability. Her skin simply broke into a cold sweat and her breathing increased until the point she felt she would blackout. Hours of this later, Ariana had given up and donned her haphazard version of clothing and left her bungalow.
She roamed across the beach for hours, letting the sand sink between her toes as she tried to focus on the fact that her mother was here. Her family. Her family was almost complete. It didn't feel quite that way though, not with the black cloud that covered all her thoughts but she was doing her best. The sun rose in the sky as she finally circled back toward the small town. Her stomach rumbled but she didn't want to go back into her bungalow to find any food. She didn't even want to see the inside of it any longer.
Instead she decided to focus on the one thing she could do, something she had to do before seeing her mother... rectify the clothing situation she had found herself in. Hoping it wasn't too early, Ariana cautiously made her way to the clothing store. Stepping inside though, she knew in an instant that she would be unable to solver her current problem. The clothing inside was... all wrong. Her lower lip jutted out slightly, unable to stop the gesture as it all suddenly seemed to much. The place, the strange people, her mother.
Stomping forward she didn't realize she wasn't leaving the store but instead entering the other half. What she should have been looking for in the beginning.