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Water poured into the drain with a low gurgle, 118o8 stepped out of the shower. The mirror fogged from steam distorting her reflection. The bath mat was moist and melted under her feet. She patted herself dry using tissues; she hadn't washed towels in over a week. She used to wash laundry twice a week, she rarely even does any chores now.
She slipped into a T-Shirt and sweat pants. It was the only outfit she felt like wearing anyways.
118o8 was glad the mirror fogged up, she hated seeing herself now; unfortunately, she needed to look somewhat presentable. She remembered when she used to carry herself with pride. She let her hair drape over her shoulder as she clipped her bangs back. She swiped at the mirror leaving a tear through the fog. She stared at herself, she couldnt process what she was looking at-- or who she waa looking at.
She told herself she wouldnt break down, not in public atleast. She slid her shoes on, leaning on the wall for support. 118o8 grabbed her purse, keeping her back pressed against the wall where there was nothing that could catch her off guard, where she could see everything and nothing could sneak up on her. Where she felt like everything was under control. She reassured herself nothing would happen, she took deep breaths resisting the urge to js slide down and curl up into a ball. She toyed with the reins of her purse before pulling herself off the wall.
"Okay." She muttered under her breath, trying to give herself one more push of reassurance. She took one step out of the door; counting her steps to distract herself, she kept her head down, only looking at her feet. It wouldn't take long, the store was only down the street.
The windchime rang as the grocery store door opened, 118o8 flinched at the overwhelmingly bright lights. the air inside was cold yet it to many it seemed to be a comforting atmosphere. It must've been a busy day, the store was bustling with Robloxians. She didn't need much, only some produce (onions). She walked down the aisle of the produce section, eyeing the onions.
she lifted one, examining it before she bagged them. Seven was a good number. She checked her shopping list:
-onions
-milk
-apple juice
-ice cream
She only wanted onions but since she were here it would be best to get everything. As she browsed through the ice cream aisle, she felt something slam into her right leg, almost knocking her off balance. She turned to see the disturbance only to find a little kid laughing. "oh my- I'm so sorry!!" A young lady scooped up the child. Quickly dusting off her long black skirt with her hands, she looked at 118o8 awkwardly. "uhh- I.." They stared at each other for a minute in silence. It seemed to be that 118o8 was still processing what just happened. The young lady gripped the child, pulling them to her chest. "I hope I didn't bother you, he just loves running away from me." 118o8 finally came back to the present moment.
She stared at her legs, and she couldn't help but think about bluudud.
For a moment, she felt at peace. It felt like seeing her son again, but it wasn't. In that moment her reality cracked. As much as she yearned for see bluudud again, she couldn't accept that she only had a few mere years to enjoy her time with her baby. She hated how when she looked out the window, all she saw were parents with their children enjoying their time, she hated herself for envying them-- it wasn't fair. 118o8 just wanted the feeling of cradling her baby in her arms one more time.
Sobs echoed through the aisle.
118o8 frantically turned to the lady, wondering if she said something wrong. The young lady's face was turned to a worried gaze. They weren't her sobs-- They were 11808s. 118o8 couldn't process why she was crying, she just did. She rushed to wipe her tears away, covering her face.
"I-I'm sorry.." 11808 said as her voice trembled, whimpering in between words. Her hands tearing through her face as she swatted away tears. The lady glanced around the aisle nervously, seeing all the faces staring she backed away.
118o8, holding back sobs, rushed to get the rest of her groceries before quickly checking out and leaving.
She probably isn't coming back there.