(character exploration for a story/story pieces)

Because I like sharing writing processes. I’ve been pondering this story for a while and I’m not sure yet what the plot is, but finally this morning the characters became a bit clearer in my mind and I thought I would share.
(It hasn’t been revised or anything, this is a quick first draft) 

Everything had always felt so tight to her. So closed off. That’s why she liked sports. That’s why the only thing she was truly good at was running as fast as she could through a field, through the grass. That’s why she could climbed mountains, and why she rode her bike everywhere, even though she could definitely afford a car. Everything was always so tight: the rooms she was forced to stay in at home, the classrooms where she had to sit still for hours, her own skin. Nothing was ever open enough, except the skies and the fields and the burning muscles in her thighs when she had run for too long.

That’s why she didn’t get Georgia. Or why she could spend hours with her, sitting in Georgia’s room watching Star Wars and episodes of Buffy and never ever feel like going outside. Never feel like she had to leave. Georgia, who lived in rooms most of the time: her bedroom, her computer, her television, her mind. Georgia, who seemed to prefer four walls to the outside. Rose didn’t get how she did it. How she could live like that without pulling at her hair and screaming and pounding against the tightness until it broke away. And she didn’t understand how Georgia could make her feel like it was okay, like she wasn’t about to be swallowed whole, like her skin was stretched just enough across her muscles and not trying to suffocate her. There was no explanation for it.

Except that maybe Georgia was a field in herself and that being with her was like running a marathon.

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