┌───── ・☆☽・ ─────┐ 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙 𝟙 𝟡 𝟡 𝟚 ━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━ "i'm gonna have a chat with this one girl to girl"
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THE GHOST-LIKE FIGURE was more silent than the grave it appeared from behind, staring at Rosalie with heavy-lidded eyes and a sly grin on her mouth.
Her cheekbones accentuated the skeletal look and in her gaze, Rosalie's mind was robbed of emotion.
Instead of running, or screaming she stood more still than the mossy tombstones in the heart of the graveyard and just as cold. She beckoned with fingers that rapidly faded for Rosalie to come forward.
She had long, dark hair that looked unkempt and straggly in the faded figure, though her mind had somehow imagined it sleek, thick and shining as though she knew the person.
She glared up at Rosalie through heavily lidded eyes, an arrogant, disdainful smile playing around her thin mouth.
But the smile didn't last long, as Rosalie finally moved from her spot. Yet instead of moving closer as the glowing figured had asked, she merely ran until her legs buckled underneath her.
Her body crumpled in the dirt, leaves and mud covered her face and her knees curled up against her chest in the fetal position.
The ghost appeared to be screeching her love for "Rosie" constantly as she searched for Rosalie but alas each time this dream occurred she'd never been caught . . .
┌───── ・☆☽・ ─────┐ 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙 𝟙 𝟡 𝟡 𝟚 ━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━ "the greatest gift and honour, is having you for a daughter"
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ROSALIE'S EYES DARTED OPEN. Her breathing heavy, heart pounding and legs shaking. Her body was covered in sweat, her pyjamas now stuck to her back in clumps.
Rosalie pulled up her duvet and rolled toward the darker side of the room. The blinds shut out most of the winter air, but still, on the opposite wall, there were shadows of light from the quiet street projecting from the gaps.
She watched them turn from the natural white to the yellow glow of the streetlamp. She tossed from one side to the other, her bed that had been so carefully made became a tangle of covers.
The night wore on, thoughts tumbled through her mind in rapid succession. Rosalie sat up in her bed, focusing on her room around as tears now formed in her eyes.
"Maman, Papa." Rosalie whimpered still shaking quietly.
Matthew opened Rosalie's door to a sight the crushed her inside. Rosalie had her knees pulled flat against her chest, her head buried in a pillow, slowly rocking herself as a coping mechanism. Her breathing was heavy, small whimpers escaping with each breath she took.
"Rosie," He exclaimed worriedly. "Are you okay, honey?" Matthew asked, crawling onto his daughter's bed, embracing her in his arms protectively.
Katherine looked into her daughter's sapphire eyes surrounded by her now very pale skin. Rosalie just shook her head, as she let the built up tears roll down her cheeks.
"Mauvais rêve?" She questioned, already knowing the answer.
Matthew looked down at his daughter after she didn't respond. The petite blonde girl nodded gently. "It's okay," Matthew comforted, pulling her in for a hug, "It was just a dream."
Matthew kissed the side of his daughter's head soothingly.
"It's okay, darling," Katherine cooed, rubbing the small of her daughter's back. "Tomorrow will be a wonderful day! I'll be home. . . and we can head out into town, d'accord?"
Rosalie just nodded, knowing her mother would be right. She was always right. "We'll stay with you until you fall asleep, darling," Katherine whispered, readjusting the tangled covers around her daughter's frame
Resting her head back down on her white satin pillow, she heard her father's comforting voice as sleep reclaimed her. "Close your eyes."
┌───── ・☆☽・ ─────┐ 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙 𝟙 𝟡 𝟡 𝟚 ━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━ "can you believe she's eleven already, it feel like only yesterday we found her"
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ROSALIE'S MIND WAS FUZZY; the last remnants of her dream were being chased away by the realisation that she was awake again. It was actually a nice dream, something about spending the day in Marseille with her family, but the details faded fast.