Exhaustion
Jun. 29th, 2019 10:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hennessysTitle: Exhaustion
Rating: PG.
Summary: Charlotte comes home to a mess.
Warnings: depression
Notes: Just a couple of atmospheric pieces for you today.
After the sterile white walls of the hospital and the painfully ordered atmosphere of the ICU, Charlotte's own apartment came as a shock.
She shut the front door behind her, dropped her bags on the floor, and surveyed the mess with a weary apathy. Clothes scattered over the floor where she'd dropped her laundry basket on finding out. Dishes from lunch still sitting in scummed-over soapy water in the sink. Her piano, dusty and unattended.
She stepped over it all and sat down at the piano bench, staring down at the keys.
She didn't like mess. Usually she kept her apartment as neat as she could manage, but she'd had to fly home so quickly she hadn't even... she'd been sitting just here, staring down at her piano keys, waiting for her father to come get here and bring her home. She'd been thinking of her sister bleeding out in the street, of Miranda's wry smile and warm, tight hug, and of Daniel's face, closed off and tight...
What now?
Charlotte picked out a few notes, then a minor chord. She could stay here and keep on teaching. She was a good teacher, everyone knew that. Daniel was a gentleman; he wouldn't make anything of what had ended between them. Or, if she was honest, of what had never really been.
She'd known it would come to this. She'd known he'd find out, someday. She'd known it all would be over when he did.
She closed her fist on the keys, and shut the piano lid. She couldn't handle this now, not with her heart so exhausted, her sister's paper-white face so fresh in her memory.
The mess would be here in the morning. Charlotte left the piano and climbed into bed still clothed.
The morning would come soon enough.
Rating: PG.
Summary: Charlotte comes home to a mess.
Warnings: depression
Notes: Just a couple of atmospheric pieces for you today.
After the sterile white walls of the hospital and the painfully ordered atmosphere of the ICU, Charlotte's own apartment came as a shock.
She shut the front door behind her, dropped her bags on the floor, and surveyed the mess with a weary apathy. Clothes scattered over the floor where she'd dropped her laundry basket on finding out. Dishes from lunch still sitting in scummed-over soapy water in the sink. Her piano, dusty and unattended.
She stepped over it all and sat down at the piano bench, staring down at the keys.
She didn't like mess. Usually she kept her apartment as neat as she could manage, but she'd had to fly home so quickly she hadn't even... she'd been sitting just here, staring down at her piano keys, waiting for her father to come get here and bring her home. She'd been thinking of her sister bleeding out in the street, of Miranda's wry smile and warm, tight hug, and of Daniel's face, closed off and tight...
What now?
Charlotte picked out a few notes, then a minor chord. She could stay here and keep on teaching. She was a good teacher, everyone knew that. Daniel was a gentleman; he wouldn't make anything of what had ended between them. Or, if she was honest, of what had never really been.
She'd known it would come to this. She'd known he'd find out, someday. She'd known it all would be over when he did.
She closed her fist on the keys, and shut the piano lid. She couldn't handle this now, not with her heart so exhausted, her sister's paper-white face so fresh in her memory.
The mess would be here in the morning. Charlotte left the piano and climbed into bed still clothed.
The morning would come soon enough.
