Charlotte did some stupid things. Then she disappeared. She has to face the consequences.
Or, a retelling of Charlotte's life before and after ONE.
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It was over. Charlotte was home. She wouldn't have to go back to The Plane again. A giant smile was plastered on her face.
It was very dark in her house. Now that she was back for good, she began studying her surroundings. Her home was so barren. She slid around the perimeter of her living room and flicked on the light switch. She blinked a few times, adjusting to the light.
Everything was gone. The feeling of elation she had earlier began fading as she opened up each cupboard and drawer. There was no furniture, no food, no tableware, nothing. She turned on the faucet. Water calmly gushed out.
Suddenly, she felt parched. She dipped her cupped hands into the stream, then drank as much as she could. A deep, satisfied breath escaped her. Somehow, even the sink water seemed refreshing.
She turned the faucet off and tossed some of the water off her hands. She began exploring the house, hoping to see anything of hers that still remained during her absence. “..How long have I been gone for..?” She muttered to herself as she opened the door to her room.
Nothing.
An unsettling feeling gently lowered itself into her skin. She shook her head, pivoting to the guest bedroom.
Barren.
She turned to the bathroom. Nothing but essentials. No toiletries, nothing in the mirror cupboard.
There was nothing in her house. Charlotte turned on her front exterior light. She bolted to the front door and tried opening it, but it was locked. After a few moments of frustrated pushing and pulling, she instead dashed to the front window, looking at the natural outdoors for the first time in forever. If only she could feel the natural air again. The light illuminated the yard enough for her to see a sign implanted into the healthy grass.
A “For Sale” sign. On top of that, a “Sold” sign.
Her home.. wasn't her house anymore.
She stared at it, dazed. She finally shook her head, blinking quickly. Turning away from the sign, she closed the door and stared at the walls of her previous home.
“Now what do I do..?” She whispered to herself, hoping somehow the answer would come to her. She didn't even know what time it was. There were no clocks hung in the house. She walked to her old bedroom.
She sat on the floor, staring out the window. What cards could she play? Walking in the dark was asking to be kidnapped or frozen. Even if she did that, where would she go?
“...”
“..Parker’s..?”
Eyes wide, she fell onto her back. She began simulating scenarios in her head of meeting Parker again. He probably hated her. He'd probably turn her away at the door. She hadn't even gotten the money she was in that competition for. She didn't have a single thing to her name at the moment.
Dread began pouring into her skin. She was scared of facing him again. She needed to apologize to him, but she knew that he would drive her away. She wasn't ready. Despite all the mental preparation and determination to do this, she still wasn't ready. An exasperated gasp escaped her.
What happened to her excitement—her confidence?
She had until the morning to devise a plan of action. She could.. put off those thoughts about him until then. It wasn't like he was the only one she needed to apologize to. She looked to the side, shameful.
He deserved her apology the most. She treated him so wrong.
