Writing prompt: When she walked into the room, everyone gasped. She was…different.
When she entered through the large building’s front doors, she walked directly to the washroom, swinging open the heavy mahogany doors with a force that surprised even her. Each of the stalls were vacant and the sound of her heels clicking against the pink marble floors echoed over the ragged anticipation of her breathing. This was the day that she had been waiting for. After what seemed like eons, she was finally able to see her sister again. She needed to look perfect for this day, when she would finally be able to give her sister the gift she’d picked out just this very morning.
Her eyes locked with the ones reflecting back at her in the mirror and her mascaraed eyelashes opened, closed. A languid, sleepy movement that mimicked the slow parting of her lips. She applied another layer of red lipstick. The excitement bordered on nerve-wracking as she grinned at her reflection, slipping the lipstick back into her purse and pulling out the small gift she had for her sister.
As abruptly as she thrust herself through the washroom doors she exited, making her way to the ornate French doors behind which her parents’ second child waited.
When she walked into the room, everyone gasped. She was…different. She was the only one with dry eyes, the only one with a smirk blooming across her red lips. It was obvious to her that each and every soul in that room had their gaze trained on her as she walked purposefully toward her sister’s open casket and placed a white rose across the smooth ivory expanse of her collar bone, the petals and stem’s end each nearly reaching either shoulder. She was calling a truce on her sister’s behalf. It was her waving the other’s white flag. She had won this battle once and for all.
To everyone here, she was a young soul departed too soon, a disparaged beauty taken away from them. To her sister however, she was a nuisance that she had courageously and clandestinely extinguished.