- Messages
- 69
- OOC First Name
- Cole
- Age
- 2/2023
Cassia Rosatta had not been back in this small cafe since nearly four years ago - since she'd met Blaise. The woman who no longer dyed her hair blonde, wondered how much the cafe had changed, even if the weather hadn't. She was truly only sitting waiting for her bus, yellow umbrella placed over her head protecting her from the rain that speckled down. Some things never changed. The girl was only in town to visit Mari - her ex boyfriend's younger sister. It would seem strange to anyone outside, Amoretta a girl studying dance at her college thought it was as such, but it wasn't a huge deal. Mari gave her privacy, and didn't beg Cassia to talk about her feelings. Cassia wasn't sure what her feelings would be if Blaise ever showed up one of the days she was with Mari talking about the college and what to expect. She wasn't sure she could face him - she still loved him. She wanted to come home to him. Amoretta had told her to follow her heart. But she didn't want to give up her dreams, and she felt that if she was to come back to him, that was what she'd have to do.
The brunette flicked back her hair, sketching in her notebook a doodle of flowers, a glass plate in the background of a dark room. She wasn't sure why she doodled to two items together, but the plate made her think of when she cut up her foot after the cops showed up looking for her. That had been so long ago. The runaway wondered if her parents gave up looking for her now - or if they wondered if she was okay now. They most likely didn't even care. The pencil lead became heavier on paper as she shaded, wanting to go to her apartment and take a nap. She needed the rest, it had been a long weekend and she had to concentrate on the new year and getting new supplies. There was a Christmas art show in a few months where she might be able to break out of her shell finally - and maybe make some money.
The brunette flicked back her hair, sketching in her notebook a doodle of flowers, a glass plate in the background of a dark room. She wasn't sure why she doodled to two items together, but the plate made her think of when she cut up her foot after the cops showed up looking for her. That had been so long ago. The runaway wondered if her parents gave up looking for her now - or if they wondered if she was okay now. They most likely didn't even care. The pencil lead became heavier on paper as she shaded, wanting to go to her apartment and take a nap. She needed the rest, it had been a long weekend and she had to concentrate on the new year and getting new supplies. There was a Christmas art show in a few months where she might be able to break out of her shell finally - and maybe make some money.