Inspired by this lovely piece of art: https://www.tumblr.com/dailytentacletherapist/821679601885560832/day-8
I wonder if Rose ever went through her mom's wardrobe looking at her clothes, thinking about the last time she ever saw her wearing them, whether she remembers seeing her wear them at all. She takes a jacket hanging in the closet, presses a sleeve to her face to see if she can detect any faint smell of her perfume left on it. She finds the black mourning clothes in the drawer and her vision goes wobbly. She finds her mother's lingerie and goes crimson red in the face. She wonders if she should bury it all, burn it, or perhaps gift it to Roxy, or even Kanaya. She finds a small indigo blue dress her mother could not have worn since she was a teenager and tries it on herself in the mirror. it's beautiful, but it's not her. Rose very quietly takes the dress off, folds it, places it back in the drawer and lies on her mother's bed and stares at the empty mirror. When she comes too it is dark and she is very stiff. She hears foot steps on the stairs.
