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Apr. 12th, 2017 08:21 pmEight days.
It's been eight days since she stepped out of her house and onto the train. Eight days without Cid. Eight days with no idea how he is, or if Joe's done his part.
Eight days of slowly climbing up the walls in this tiny apartment in this crowded city.
She's gone out almost every day. The first day was to get groceries and clothes. Most days, she's out exploring the city, trying to find little ways out that maybe nobody's noticed. Today, she's ventured into the countryside. There are some empty houses that are beautiful. Some of them are in disrepair. Some are newly purchased and in the middle of renovations. Sara aches for her farmhouse.
On her way back to the apartment, she finds herself heading instead to a store. She needs ice cream, she decides. She hasn't had ice cream in a long ass time. She deserves it. She grabs a basket, just in case, and ends up grabbing condoms, too.
Condoms, ice cream, some cigarettes, a pack of lighters. Then into the baking aisle to get some ingredients for cookie dough.
Why not? She fucking deserves it.
It's been eight days since she stepped out of her house and onto the train. Eight days without Cid. Eight days with no idea how he is, or if Joe's done his part.
Eight days of slowly climbing up the walls in this tiny apartment in this crowded city.
She's gone out almost every day. The first day was to get groceries and clothes. Most days, she's out exploring the city, trying to find little ways out that maybe nobody's noticed. Today, she's ventured into the countryside. There are some empty houses that are beautiful. Some of them are in disrepair. Some are newly purchased and in the middle of renovations. Sara aches for her farmhouse.
On her way back to the apartment, she finds herself heading instead to a store. She needs ice cream, she decides. She hasn't had ice cream in a long ass time. She deserves it. She grabs a basket, just in case, and ends up grabbing condoms, too.
Condoms, ice cream, some cigarettes, a pack of lighters. Then into the baking aisle to get some ingredients for cookie dough.
Why not? She fucking deserves it.
