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Post by ROSALIE CAMILLE AMBROSE on Feb 19, 2011 23:16:06 GMT -5
She wasnt exactly sure what possessed her to come to Montauk today, but something pushed her into doing so. Driving a little ways was really not a problem for Rosalie, considering she loved blasting music and just thinking to herself. Today was just a random and spontaneous adventure for her, kind of like her life recently. As she drove a few good songs came on, but really she wasnt in the mood to listen to anything. Her frail fingers switched the volume button to the off position. Silence, she had grown accustom to.
Driving in silence was nothing new to her. Growing up, her parents did not believe in the radio, therefor it was not played in the car, or in the house, or anywhere near her really. Her family was truthfully and honestly messed up, and she knew this. Her mother was possessive, clingy and too protective, while her father was angry, pushy and distant. Sometimes she wished that she could switch the relationship she had with them, in a way. Her mother was the one that always wanted Rosalie around, needed to know where she was or what she was doing. Her father on the other hand was a bit different. He didnt care, and let her do practically anything she wanted, which usually meant nothing considering her mother would cut in and tell her she wasnt aloud out.
Letting out a soft sigh she pulled up to the light house. Her family took frequent trips to the light house during her childhood years, and really she missed it. Placing the shaking car into park she let the engine relieve itself, turning it off. Her car was a piece of work, always breaking down, or needing repairs. Leaning back against her seat she ran a hand through her blonde hair and opened the door, finally stepping out. It was as if she was braving a whole new world, conquering a fear. In a way, she was. Rosalie hadnt been to the lighthouse since she was a child, and her childhood, wasnt a memory she was to fond of. Stepping out into the sunlight she shut the door and let her back fall against the side of the car. There were barely any people around to share the sunset with her. Letting her head fall she turned and made her way towards a few rocks that were placed near the sandy shore.
She had loved watching the sunsets here as a child. It was possibly one of her most prized memories, her sister complaining in the background about the heat, her brother playing hacky-sack with a rock. Her mother on the phone shouting in the distance to a woman, who at the time, was her assistant. And of course her father, quiet, somber, sitting on the bench, alone. Rosalie often pondered about him, even once taking a risk to sit with him. As much as her and her father were distant, as a child she sat with him one evening, and got the most unexpected reaction. He took her hand and began to cry as the sun set. Now, sitting here on these rocks Rosalie felt a tear come to her eye. Letting out a sniffle she took out her camera capturing a few pictures. This were the moments she lived for.
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