[ There's no response, at first. With such a sparse room, she had found her things quickly, had her hair tied up in a ponytail since she doesn't have a hoodie to keep it all together in, and put the wallet in her pants pocket. She had found the phone, but instead of putting that away too, she's left staring down at the home screen.
It's the omelet, with a smiley face drawn on it with ketchup.
It would always make her smile, looking at it, and even now the want to smile is there. But instead, a tear rolls down her cheek and she can't understand why— why seeing it makes her want to be happy, why she can't be happy despite of it. ]
Yeah. I got it.
[ Her voice comes out thick, slightly muffled because she's wiping the tears off with the back of her bare arm. She's not crying; there are just tears. She breathes in and out and they are no tears.
Everything is fine. She opens the door and steps out. ]
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It's the omelet, with a smiley face drawn on it with ketchup.
It would always make her smile, looking at it, and even now the want to smile is there. But instead, a tear rolls down her cheek and she can't understand why— why seeing it makes her want to be happy, why she can't be happy despite of it. ]
Yeah. I got it.
[ Her voice comes out thick, slightly muffled because she's wiping the tears off with the back of her bare arm. She's not crying; there are just tears. She breathes in and out and they are no tears.
Everything is fine. She opens the door and steps out. ]
Let's go.