Burdens of the Past

[Kenzie Mercer]

Burdens of the past Grandma Susie's kitchen Tag: Jordan

There was a time she could think without memories of the past making her want to drink. Stabbing down with a scowl she stared at the food on her plate. The morning was slow, so in a rare show of socializing she decided to go to the diner. But with the pause there came the cause of her worsened mood.

She didn't want to forget, yet remembering made her regret all the shit that happened at the end. She felt she was mad, but she also felt sad. The emotions caused conflict that really didn't help. Now she felt stuck with a mood that really sucked and no way out anytime soon.

With a weary sigh, she idly rubbed her eyes. The morning was shaping her day to be a doozy. Then she heard the scrap of a chair, which drew her eyes up to stare. The table nearest her had been taken. It wasn't that she really cared since no one would recognize her in there. It just seemed every noise grated on her like it was their job. Eyes falling back down, her lips curled into a frown. She pushed her thoughts to the back of her head and continued to eat.

OWL

[Jordan Comstock]

That morning, Jordan was supposed to be in a meeting. A very young-minded model needed a little intuitive consideration before the audition that loomed over her head. It was a beautiful thing, because Jordan could practically see the overnight success she was bound to become, but she practically forgot how nervous people were. Anxiety was a killer for clouding judgement.

But she never showed. A rushed text was all the apology Jordan got. Running late. On the other side of town. Heading right for the audition instead. It was like having her work done for her, but having a free morning never sat well with her.

So she took that spare place at that table on her own, dark eyes glancing at her phone. She sent an early congratulations, because this model was bound to make a break with no issues. She needed someone to believe that, even if she herself didn't.

A wayward glance up allowed Jordan to briefly catch the eyes of someone arguably moping on their own. This early in the morning? Her eyebrows quirked upwards as her eyes themselves narrowed. She looked confused.

"Do I know you?" Jordan asked suddenly, but it wasn't harsh as the question could be. She meant it genuinely. That was a face with some recognition, but she couldn't place where in that exact moment.