Drabble:15
POV:Third Person
Viktoria came down to breakfast that morning, fully prepared to give Rose the cold shoulder. She was still mad at Rose for interfering in her life. Viktoria burned for Rolan and then Rose showed up and ruined everything.
Upon reaching the kitchen, she found it empty. No Olena and Rose chatting over blini and coffee, no laughter. She set the kettle of water on the stove and then walked past the living room to the corridor leading to the back porch. She even peeked into Paul's room on her way back. She wasn't looking for Rose, not at all. Okay, so maybe she felt a bit bad about bitching at her, but Rose had started it. But where was Rose this morning?
By standing in the landing, Viktoria could hear her mother and Karo moving around in their rooms, but no sound came from Rose's-no, Dimka's- room. Maybe she was still asleep?
Viktoria pondered over their last encounter again as she poured the scalding hot water into her cup and she felt ashamed at treating Dimka's girl so shabbily. Her brother would have been so very disappointed, but then again, Dimka was like the saint of virtue. And Rose had come all the way from America to tell them about Dimka. Suddenly, she felt bad and decided to prepare coffee for Rose- a peace offering.
"She's not here", a voice said from behind her. Viktoria spun around to face her babushka.
"What do you mean?", asked Viktoria, glancing at the clock. It was too goddamn early for running errands.
"She left.", Yeva said, settling into her rocking-chair. "Last night. After she tried to apologize."
Viktoria stood frozen to the spot, guilt and shame making her blood run cold. "Oh, god!", she moaned suddenly, feeling the prickles of stinging tears in her eyes. "What have I done?"
"You behaved abominably to the girl who was only trying to help you.", Yeva chastised. "She was telling the truth about the boy."
"Babushka, I didn't know! I swear I didn't! Oh god! I was so mad. I said such horrible things to her!", Viktoria sobbed, throwing her face in her hands.
She suddenly felt Yeva's hand on her back, patting her. "You did, child. But Rose had to go. She still has loose ends to tie up."
"Will she ever forgive me, babushka?", Viktoria asked, sounding very much like a child in need of reassurance. "I can't live if she doesn't; Roza is like a sister to me already. I wish I could tell her how very sorry I am."
"You'll get your chance to make amends, child", Yeva said with a glint in her eyes. "You can tell her that when she returns."
"Will she come back really?", Viktoria asked in a small voice.
"The flower-child will return, both scarred and healed", Yeva said mysteriously. "And whole, finally whole."
Viktoria didn't even bother unraveling Yeva's riddle. All that mattered was that Roza would be back, and she would apologize to her. She could still make Dimka proud of her.
Thank you for reading!
Btw, have any of you read Sonnet 35 by Shakespeare? If not, try it...its's wonderful!