December 20th
Life is never perfect, since perfection doesn't exist. Not really. Especially not in a place like Rhydin. But was there close to perfection' Or the feeling of being close to perfection' There most certainly was, at least for Carley. Things in life for her right now felt about as close to perfect as they possibly could, and it showed. In the way she spoke or the way she carried herself with an extra bounce, and even the way she worked. At The Stitch she had been in such high spirits lately, and treated customers with kindness and courtesy that surprised her fellow employees.
Terrible things had happened - the explosion, not all that long ago, but so much good seemed to be born from it. People uniting together to rebuild, growing closer, her and Glenn....It really did give a person hope; at least, it gave her hope. Hope that nothing was ever, well, hopeless. Even her soured friendship with Heath had been repaired, something she had thought wouldn't happen. He seemed to be doing better as well, not drinking or falling in with the wrong crowds. That was the problem before....Heath was a great guy, one of the best anyone could ever know, but put a bottle in his hand" And he'd change to another person entirely, become vile and violent, every bad quality augmented a hundred times over....but perhaps he had put that behind him"
Like the past few days, this one had been glorious as well. Carley spent it with friends after work, checked on Mille, visited Eddie's stand for a drink and a chat, and in a lucky twist of fate- or so she thought at the time- she bumped into Heath; still doing well, smelling clean of alcohol, and in high spirits of his own. Despite the particularly chilly and windy weather at the docks, that's where they went, and he showed off various ships that had recently pulled into the harbor to the little elf, knowing how much she liked them. And the seagulls, gosh she loved them too. Any bird really, just fascinated her so.
But no, life's not perfect. It's almost as if something bad has to happen to knock a person down from their elation when things are almost there....almost perfect.
Carley had wanted to watch the sunset at the docks, since few things in nature compares to the sun setting over the ocean's horizon. It was just - beautiful. Of course, that beauty was lost upon Carley, when things just had to go wrong. Heath was too close, physical contact was made too often, his arms were wrapped around her, and in his eyes, she saw a look Glenn had given to her many times - a look of awe. It was something Carley didn't understand, why there were women that took pride in having multiple men chase after them, or look at them in that awestruck way. When that happened, someone got hurt, and Carley didn't want to hurt someone like that, especially a friend. But there he was, looking at her, tilting his head, leaning entirely too close...
"I should go."
Life is never perfect, since perfection doesn't exist. Not really. Especially not in a place like Rhydin. But was there close to perfection' Or the feeling of being close to perfection' There most certainly was, at least for Carley. Things in life for her right now felt about as close to perfect as they possibly could, and it showed. In the way she spoke or the way she carried herself with an extra bounce, and even the way she worked. At The Stitch she had been in such high spirits lately, and treated customers with kindness and courtesy that surprised her fellow employees.
Terrible things had happened - the explosion, not all that long ago, but so much good seemed to be born from it. People uniting together to rebuild, growing closer, her and Glenn....It really did give a person hope; at least, it gave her hope. Hope that nothing was ever, well, hopeless. Even her soured friendship with Heath had been repaired, something she had thought wouldn't happen. He seemed to be doing better as well, not drinking or falling in with the wrong crowds. That was the problem before....Heath was a great guy, one of the best anyone could ever know, but put a bottle in his hand" And he'd change to another person entirely, become vile and violent, every bad quality augmented a hundred times over....but perhaps he had put that behind him"
Like the past few days, this one had been glorious as well. Carley spent it with friends after work, checked on Mille, visited Eddie's stand for a drink and a chat, and in a lucky twist of fate- or so she thought at the time- she bumped into Heath; still doing well, smelling clean of alcohol, and in high spirits of his own. Despite the particularly chilly and windy weather at the docks, that's where they went, and he showed off various ships that had recently pulled into the harbor to the little elf, knowing how much she liked them. And the seagulls, gosh she loved them too. Any bird really, just fascinated her so.
But no, life's not perfect. It's almost as if something bad has to happen to knock a person down from their elation when things are almost there....almost perfect.
Carley had wanted to watch the sunset at the docks, since few things in nature compares to the sun setting over the ocean's horizon. It was just - beautiful. Of course, that beauty was lost upon Carley, when things just had to go wrong. Heath was too close, physical contact was made too often, his arms were wrapped around her, and in his eyes, she saw a look Glenn had given to her many times - a look of awe. It was something Carley didn't understand, why there were women that took pride in having multiple men chase after them, or look at them in that awestruck way. When that happened, someone got hurt, and Carley didn't want to hurt someone like that, especially a friend. But there he was, looking at her, tilting his head, leaning entirely too close...
"I should go."