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Jul. 31st, 2014 07:33 pmIt's almost a year since she arrived in Darrow and though there's little to show on the outside for it, Abby's starting to feel like things might actually be changing within her. In part, it's about finally having been honest with herself. With Alana, too. Maybe she'll never be fully over her sister's death, maybe it'll always ache in a way she can't quite explain, but actually acknowledging the events of the night that took her has to be a step in the right direction.
It just has to be.
She's still drawn to the beach but maybe it's a little less morbid than it was before. Maybe it's a little less about guilt and a little more about just wanting the familiarity of home. The parts of home she liked, at least. The saltwater and surf. It's been much more crowded than she'd like over the summer but she still heads over in the afternoon after a short shift at the cat café, leaning over the edge of the boardwalk and watching as the water ebbs and flows around the wooden columns keeping them from plunging into the sea. It's easy to lose herself this way, easy for minutes to pass without her ever realising so, and she's not sure how long it's been when she starts to head back to the apartment but finds herself spotting a familiar face instead.
She still hesitates a little, but it's less about fear and more about not wanting to lose Harley as a friend with her missteps. She has a history of fucking up, and this is one of those things she cannot. "Hey," she says, though. "Where're you headed?"
It just has to be.
She's still drawn to the beach but maybe it's a little less morbid than it was before. Maybe it's a little less about guilt and a little more about just wanting the familiarity of home. The parts of home she liked, at least. The saltwater and surf. It's been much more crowded than she'd like over the summer but she still heads over in the afternoon after a short shift at the cat café, leaning over the edge of the boardwalk and watching as the water ebbs and flows around the wooden columns keeping them from plunging into the sea. It's easy to lose herself this way, easy for minutes to pass without her ever realising so, and she's not sure how long it's been when she starts to head back to the apartment but finds herself spotting a familiar face instead.
She still hesitates a little, but it's less about fear and more about not wanting to lose Harley as a friend with her missteps. She has a history of fucking up, and this is one of those things she cannot. "Hey," she says, though. "Where're you headed?"
