Any Port / for Greta
Aug. 15th, 2020 12:22 pmJuly 10th, 2020 (late)
Well, that went to shit. Anne's not entirely sure why she's so angry, and a part of her already regrets departing like that, especially knowing Jack has nothing to do but pace and work himself up. She'd have liked to rest, to let Jack finish tending to her, but she can't find the words to argue back and she don't want to sit there in bitter silence. So stubbornness drives her onward, gritting her teeth against the soreness in her muscles and the weariness in her bones as she presses ahead to the only other place she can think to go at a time like this.
It's late — perhaps too late, and guilt mixes into frustration as she nears Greta's cottage, picks her way up to the front door. Feels pathetic to go running to her right now. Feels like she's forgetting herself. She shouldn't need anything from anyone — shouldn't need anyone at all, apart from Jack. But time and again she finds herself here, and Greta hasn't turned her away yet. She is tired, and she can't imagine going back now. She just needs to rest, even for a little while. So she knocks, gingerly, her head tipped down as if in shame.
Well, that went to shit. Anne's not entirely sure why she's so angry, and a part of her already regrets departing like that, especially knowing Jack has nothing to do but pace and work himself up. She'd have liked to rest, to let Jack finish tending to her, but she can't find the words to argue back and she don't want to sit there in bitter silence. So stubbornness drives her onward, gritting her teeth against the soreness in her muscles and the weariness in her bones as she presses ahead to the only other place she can think to go at a time like this.
It's late — perhaps too late, and guilt mixes into frustration as she nears Greta's cottage, picks her way up to the front door. Feels pathetic to go running to her right now. Feels like she's forgetting herself. She shouldn't need anything from anyone — shouldn't need anyone at all, apart from Jack. But time and again she finds herself here, and Greta hasn't turned her away yet. She is tired, and she can't imagine going back now. She just needs to rest, even for a little while. So she knocks, gingerly, her head tipped down as if in shame.