Post by Caoimhe Siobhan Monroe on Apr 7, 2020 10:14:42 GMT -5
The wedding had been a long day of celebrations and plenty of love. Caoimhe was thrilled for her big brother and may even had hidden a tear when he drove off with Rose, their evening continuing in a romantic cabin somewhere away from their little dirt road home. After that, the rest of the small community had carried the party on at the bar and restaurant her family owned. It had been decked out with flowers and ribbons for the wedding, and it looked really pretty. Caoimhe knew Rose had to have done it all because her experience in the family of burly southern men was enough to know that no one with the name Monroe would even know what to do with flowers, let alone ribbons, too. And yet, by the time they returned home, her uncle and father seemed to be wearing them.
Pretty much everyone had crashed as soon as they hit something soft. Monroe parties came with hard liquor and cheap, strong beer. She’d be surprised if anyone was awake before noon, now they were sleeping like the dead. She was sure Finn was out like a light too, bumping into his leg when she was shimmying out of her dress in the dark. Boy, was she grateful to get the light blue, fitted dress off her lanky frame and shove it into a corner where laundry was slowly building up. As much as she loved her brother, was happy for the day, she had hated every second she remembered she was in a dress. If it had been anyone else’s wedding she would have left at the first chance to change again, but it hadn’t been so. Instead she had held out, slipping out of it only when they were all home. Caoimhe changed into her pyjamas in the dark but didn’t climb into the bed she was sharing with Finn. It might have been late, but she wasn’t tired yet. Instead she slipped outside onto the back decking, stopping by the kitchen to get a glass of water first.
The evening was cool, but the sky was clear. She could see thousands of stars twinkling down at her. Sitting on the edge of the deck, her feet slipped into the cool, refreshing water of the river that ran through their property. It had never looked as inviting as a tropical beach, but it was a great place to cool off on a summer’s day. When Caoimhe was sixteen she had taken to late night swims too. They helped her unwind after a stressful day or a long evening of studying. No one else was ever around, so she saw no harm in stripping off there and then and lowering herself into the calm water. She dipped under the surface, realising a second too late that she was still wearing the make-up from the wedding. Caoimhe wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands, hoping to remove any dark smudges that might now stain her pale skin. She swam out from the deck, stretching her body underneath the water. It was only when she heard the creak of a loose plank on the decking that she turned around, lowering herself in the water so only her neck and head were visible. “Finn!” She was surprised he was awake and suddenly very conscious of the pile of clothes he was standing by. “I thought you were asleep already.”
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TAGGED! Finnegan Oliver Healy
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