forum All your closets of backlogged dreams, and how you left them all to me… (o/o with @broken-hearted-bear)

Started July 08, 2023 by @emilyevewrites group

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@broken-hearted-bear Would you like to start, or should I? :)

The Isle was peaceful. Much more so than the bustling streets of London that she was used to. Rosaline sipped her tea absently while sitting on the front steps of the house she'd just inherited. Despite not knowing about it until just a few days ago, it already seemed homey to her. But perhaps part of that reason was that she had already fought with her sister inside of it. Multiple times…

Becca was family, yes, but that only meant that the times when the siblings fought, it was more brutal than a fight with a friend. However, they made up right before Becca left for home with her husband and daughters. But Rosaline took another sip of her tea, breathed in the fresh autumn air, and tucked the fight in the back of her memory. She’d much rather think positive thoughts about her sister.

And with Becca back in Manchester again, the elder sister now had the house all to herself. Which was both a relief and a nuisance. Boxes, too many to count, were spread around the house with Rosaline's own things that had been moved in from London. And just this morning, she'd had to send a difficult message to someone back in the city. Again, Rosaline shook her head to clear him from her mind.

Once her tea was gone, she headed back inside and to the kitchen to set her mug in the sink. The quiet of the house and surrounding area was so unusual that Rosaline physically paused for a moment to hear it. There was nothing but a quiet ring of silence in her ears until a soft meow broke it.

Her eyes slid down to the half-full cat bowl on the floor and the grey tabby sprawled across the ground beside it. The cat, also formerly her mother’s animal, still had no name. Becca has wanted to name her, but she’d never actually settled on anything. So Rosaline merely sighed at the creature, and after a moment passed, she headed back to the front door.

To keep herself warm against the cool fall air beginning to sweep through the Isle, Rosaline slipped into her coat and wound a scarf around her neck – one that had used to be her mother's. The memory of Mary again put Rosaline on edge. There was so much about her mother Rosaline hadn't found out until she'd been sent word of Mary's death. So much she hadn't known. And maybe if she had…

No, she didn't have time for maybes. As she'd discovered this morning at breakfast, the cabinets for the house were very much void of food since the sisters had moved in for a few days and Richard, Jim, Lauren, and Molly had been at Bayview for two days as well. So, Rosaline retreated from the house to the small town that was a short walk away.

She hoped the walk would cheer her a bit as she headed down the quaint cobblestone street. It would cheer her up even more to see Jacob, the taxi cab driver she’d met upon her initial arrival to the Isle of Man. They’d steadily and steadily grown closer, and now Rosaline was nearly sure they would be able to start a real relationship. The thought manifested in a pink bloom across her cheeks as she walked.