Time with Friends [Bella/Tatia]

[Bella Swan]

Tatia

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Bella stood in the center of the marketplace, hazy figures passing her as she blankly stared ahead. For a second, a sweet scent drifted towards her and she abruptly turned, her chest tightening painfully with hope, but her gaze was only met by the same bustling marketplace. That familiar figure was no where in sight. She scoffed. Of course it wasn't. He wasn't here. She hasn't seen him for years and it was silly to believe that he would suddenly appear now. It was all in her head.

Still...in her head was the only place she could see him anymore. That and the few pictures she had of him. Why didn't she think to take more pictures? It's not like he was camera shy. Not like her. His face was practically made for the camera in comparison. Actually, even if she was prettier, he would still be closer to perfect. He was perfect.

She closed her eyes and let her mind drift away with memories of him. She imagined his velvety voice, consuming her and creating a distance at the same time.  His beautiful green eyes...eyes that seemed to look inside of her and find every piece that was broken so he could glue it back together. Only difference was she was broken again and...he wasn't there to fix it. She was beyond repair. The only time she was ever happy was in her dreams.

Apparently, her behavior was concerning Charlie. For the first few years, he mostly left her alone. He would give her these concerned looks all the time, but he kept his distance. Maybe he thought it was better to stay away. Maybe he was right. Recently, though, he started trying to get more involved. She understood why, but...he didn't have to be so worried. There was nothing anyone could do for her anyway. He wouldn't let up, though, so here she was. She was gonna try to have fun with some friends. Hanging out with people did help take her mind off things, but that didn't make her better at interacting with people. She still didn't like it too much either.

[Tatia]

It was a lovely sort of day, some sunshine overhead, an easy breeze and good company. Well, about to be. Tatia smiled pleasantly to herself as she neared the quarter. She noticed there were already several people out and browsing the various stalls and felt a familiar energy begin to present itself. She searched the area briefly, and then her smile widened as she saw the girl standing in the center, a bit awkwardly if she was being completely honest, with her arms crossed and her head downcast. Tatia shook her head, wondering what it would take to cheer this girl up. She had talked to Charlie earlier that day, and he had told her how worried he was becoming. Her condition didn't seem to be improving at all. He told her that he felt she needed to get out of the house and spend some time with people. Tatia wholeheartedly agreed. She hoped this outing would do her some good, but she also recognized that the task might prove rather difficult.

After nodding to a passerby who looked up and smiled to her, Tatia reached Bella's side and offered a wave in greeting. "Hello, Bella. It's good to see you." She immediately took in her appearance, seeing how downcast her expression was. Oh yes, this was going to take some work. She tilted her head, "been here long?"

[Bella Swan]

Bella jumped when someone suddenly appeared next to her. Noticing it was only Tatia, she sighed and shook her head at herself. "Hey, Tatia," she responded halfheartedly, playing with a strand of her hair.

Tatia was probably one of the only people she actually enjoyed being around these days. Well, other than Jake and her dad, but she had known them for years. Tatia was a newer face and she usually wasn't good with new people. Remembering her question, Bella bit the inside of her lip and shook her head again. "Not really. I think I've only been here a couple minutes."

[Tatia]

Tatia nodded at that. So, it seemed that the girl had been zoning out a little, as she wasn't entirely certain how long she had been waiting. She looked a little uneasy too, and so Tatia decided that starting with an activity, or even just browsing, might help her feel at least a little more active. "Do you come here a lot?" She asked. "What sort of things do you like to do here?"