.13 - lost

[wishesforhire]

for prompt 13: lace

Approximately one year following the accident, Katarina helped old Nana pack her mother’s things away in the attic. For more than a decade, they existed in parallel to her conscious mind; though Nana would occasionally fetch some of its hidden treasures - pearls, pieces of lace - the attic remained oddly estranged. The night before her twenty-second birthday, Katarina finally ascended the rickety old staircase with an oil lamp in her hand, looking around in the darkness and feeling inexplicably lost. She left after a few minutes, a ghost amongst shades and shadows. The terrible weight in her chest lingered for longer.