Post by Bella Swan on Mar 5, 2008 20:36:26 GMT -5
With her legs folded in front of her, Bella sat on her bed, her eyes taking in the room that had been made hers so long ago. The walls were still the same light blue color of paint that it had been when Renee and Charlie had prepared it for her, not knowing that Bella would only get to use it every now and then when she would come to visit. Since that had been the case, Charlie had seen no real reason to alter it much except by replacing it with larger furniture for the growing girl. In all honesty, Bella had never been a large fan of the small room that seemed to have to much open space, except for the small corner that was filled with boxes for her things. Eyes landing on the boxes, Bella felt for the first time that she might actually miss her room.
The core meaning went far beyond it being her room. It symbolized her life with Charlie, one that she would soon be giving up for another rather soon. As her mind went to her father, Bella couldn’t help but wonder what he would do without her. True, he had managed to survive alone for years, but the thought of him returning to frozen dinners and steaks at The Lodge was unpleasant to her. Her mind didn’t stop there. It continued to what her father would do with the soon to be empty room that she was sitting in. Would he change it into something else or leave it as it was? For some reason, the first choice seemed unlikely to Bella. She could picture the latter better.
In a way, this was both sad and comforting at the same time. It was nice to think that Charlie would do so, showing that she was welcomed to come back if she needed to. However, it was sad because it also showed him not moving on, that he would hold onto the mental picture of a five year old Bella.
Letting out a groan, Bella laid back, her legs straightening so her feet hung over the edge of the bed as her eyes starred blankly at the ceiling. She shouldn’t be thinking about that when there were more important things to be dealt with at the moment and she pushed her previous thoughts out of her head. Her mind now mostly free of her worry, she felt her eye lids grow heavy until she could no longer keep them open and allowed them to close, letting herself slip into a nap like state.
The core meaning went far beyond it being her room. It symbolized her life with Charlie, one that she would soon be giving up for another rather soon. As her mind went to her father, Bella couldn’t help but wonder what he would do without her. True, he had managed to survive alone for years, but the thought of him returning to frozen dinners and steaks at The Lodge was unpleasant to her. Her mind didn’t stop there. It continued to what her father would do with the soon to be empty room that she was sitting in. Would he change it into something else or leave it as it was? For some reason, the first choice seemed unlikely to Bella. She could picture the latter better.
In a way, this was both sad and comforting at the same time. It was nice to think that Charlie would do so, showing that she was welcomed to come back if she needed to. However, it was sad because it also showed him not moving on, that he would hold onto the mental picture of a five year old Bella.
Letting out a groan, Bella laid back, her legs straightening so her feet hung over the edge of the bed as her eyes starred blankly at the ceiling. She shouldn’t be thinking about that when there were more important things to be dealt with at the moment and she pushed her previous thoughts out of her head. Her mind now mostly free of her worry, she felt her eye lids grow heavy until she could no longer keep them open and allowed them to close, letting herself slip into a nap like state.