#rosecastlestarter

IT WASN’T LIKE HOPE was an unfamiliar face at the bar. She was more like a fixture than anything. The woman didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing. It was a familiar space in a town that seemed so new, despite knowing every nook and cranny. Her interest was piqued when she heard an unfamiliar voice ordering from the bartender nearby. Gaze emerging from the bottom of her glass, the woman turned examine the new individual who had entered her sacred space. “You drinking your problems too?” Fingers running along the rim of her glass, she waited for their answer. 

CASTLE BAY BEACH HAD always been Calista’s safe place. Growing up, when things got hard she used to head down alone and just scream at the top of her lugs, thankful that there was no one close enough to hear her. This hadn’t changed, even now as a twenty-six year old with a life she had built, all by herself.  She often wondered who her dad would have been if none of this had happened. If he hadn’t endured the horrors he had in his life, if her aunt had still been alive. Calista didn’t know if it was possible to grieve for someone that she had never met. But, for the first time as she stated out into the ocean, she could feel tears streaming down her cheeks. The way her dad talked about her aunt.. he had idolized her.  She was snapped out of her thoughts by a new presence nearby. “Shit, sorry..” The woman mumbled, looking to see who it was. “You startled me, I didn’t know anyone was there.”