The Day After the Memorial
She hadn't moved from the facility. Though it had been thoroughly cleaned, disinfected, and every trace of what had happened was gone, she could still feel it.
Like an imprint, the blued tones of the security holovid played in her mind over and over of her mother's last moments. The question the dark figure had asked, of a place she never heard of, and of someone she was with before. A man she only knew as Uncle Sev. A man her mother waited for, and that she before held in both awe and a little jealousy.
She stood in the place her mother had, staring at where the shadowy figure had stood. The place was empty, bar the security detail her mother had willed to her. She forced herself to close the distance, to step past where that man had stood. She could feel a sickening chill pass over the back of her neck, but she forced herself to breathe, to keep moving towards the office beyond.
Psychosomatic symptoms, a tinny voice echoed in the back of her mind. A memory of Ilana's voice, cool and calm, but a dim echo, like hearing it over a distant hallway. Forcing herself to press a hand to the security door to the Doctor's office, almost, in a half-sickened way, to expect to see a tall-white haired figure perched in a simple office chair, a datapad in one hand and a coffee mug in the other. Amber eyes warming ever so slightly, as she would have---
The door whooshed open, and she was greeted by sterilized silence. Disinfectant hovered strongly in the air, and she could feel her knees quake as she forced herself to step through, her mouth dry and her hands trembling by the time she crossed the room to the desk. It was wrong, so very wrong, to be here, to see it empty of her, but with everything else intact.
She forced herself to take a deep breath, pressing her palms into the table as she sank into the chair. She had to request, through official channels in double-encrypted messages, to meet with the man her mother held value in. To see if Jedi truly cared or not. He was due to arrive any moment. She didn't know why she was so compelled to see his face; perhaps, as an answer to the void her father left? Or to see someone else in as much pain as she was in? Beyond that, there was a gift to him, from her mother, that was left with a note.
She forced to not look into any of her reflections, afraid to see her mother's face in them again, afraid to fall apart again, as she did before. Instead, she forced herself to watch the waves through the windows, willing her racing heart to slow as she waited.
@Sreeya
She hadn't moved from the facility. Though it had been thoroughly cleaned, disinfected, and every trace of what had happened was gone, she could still feel it.
Like an imprint, the blued tones of the security holovid played in her mind over and over of her mother's last moments. The question the dark figure had asked, of a place she never heard of, and of someone she was with before. A man she only knew as Uncle Sev. A man her mother waited for, and that she before held in both awe and a little jealousy.
She stood in the place her mother had, staring at where the shadowy figure had stood. The place was empty, bar the security detail her mother had willed to her. She forced herself to close the distance, to step past where that man had stood. She could feel a sickening chill pass over the back of her neck, but she forced herself to breathe, to keep moving towards the office beyond.
Psychosomatic symptoms, a tinny voice echoed in the back of her mind. A memory of Ilana's voice, cool and calm, but a dim echo, like hearing it over a distant hallway. Forcing herself to press a hand to the security door to the Doctor's office, almost, in a half-sickened way, to expect to see a tall-white haired figure perched in a simple office chair, a datapad in one hand and a coffee mug in the other. Amber eyes warming ever so slightly, as she would have---
The door whooshed open, and she was greeted by sterilized silence. Disinfectant hovered strongly in the air, and she could feel her knees quake as she forced herself to step through, her mouth dry and her hands trembling by the time she crossed the room to the desk. It was wrong, so very wrong, to be here, to see it empty of her, but with everything else intact.
She forced herself to take a deep breath, pressing her palms into the table as she sank into the chair. She had to request, through official channels in double-encrypted messages, to meet with the man her mother held value in. To see if Jedi truly cared or not. He was due to arrive any moment. She didn't know why she was so compelled to see his face; perhaps, as an answer to the void her father left? Or to see someone else in as much pain as she was in? Beyond that, there was a gift to him, from her mother, that was left with a note.
She forced to not look into any of her reflections, afraid to see her mother's face in them again, afraid to fall apart again, as she did before. Instead, she forced herself to watch the waves through the windows, willing her racing heart to slow as she waited.
@Sreeya
