It had been about two weeks since the incident at the Manor and your heart still felt like it had shattered into a million pieces. Despite feeling the overwhelming sense of despair there was something nagging at the back of your mind that you couldn't quite place; like something wasn't right, like maybe there was more to the story of what had happened that horrible day. Lucius had ran after you, had called out to you, had tried to come see you that night to explain what had happened. However, despite that nagging feeling, you still couldn't face him.
Perhaps you had some lingering trauma from what had happened those years ago back at Hogwarts, when he had abandoned you. Despite you knowing the truth of why he really had left you, you still couldn't shake that feeling you had held with you for seven years of abandonment and of thinking he hated you and had no love for you. And whenever you thought about maybe going to see him at his London Mansion to hear him out, your brain flashed to seeing his hands on that woman's hips as she straddled him. He had been touching her back, and the feeling of hurt and betrayal would creep back in and make you decide not to ever go see him again.
At this point, you were so riddled with sadness that you hadn't really taken care of yourself over the past two weeks. You had lost a bit of weight from not eating much, and if it wasn't for your cat Emily needing someone to take care of her, you probably wouldn't have taken a step out of bed for anything.
However it was beginning to be getting towards the end of November, and you knew that the city was getting ready for Christmas time. All of the gorgeous lights of the city would be strung about everywhere, decorations would bask the city in a whimsical glow and it was something that you looked forward to every year. And so you decided that you would drag yourself out of your bed and your home, put on some actual decent clothes and walk around the city. Perhaps you would do some holiday retail therapy to try and distract yourself from the hurt that was constantly wreaking havoc on your mind from your pain of losing Lucius again, in such a horrible way.
So later in the day, you put on one of your winter coats paired with some stylish boots, and you stepped out into the crisp air of the city. Sure enough, London was absolutely enchanting as it was decorated with so much holiday cheer. It was almost enough to warm your broken heart, but still not quite enough to do so. You immediately headed to Harrods, which you lived rather close to, and spent an obscene amount of money on some Christian Louboutin shoes; it made you feel better for precisely five minutes, until you saw some other designer clothes for men that you could immediately imagine Lucius wearing and looking divine in, before your crushing sadness came back and you had to leave Harrods all together.
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You purchased a few more things, such as some high-end tea and some gorgeous gold rings with little diamond stars, and you began to forget your pain again. You even felt a bit hungry for once, which you hadn't felt in the two weeks since the incident, and you immediately craved a scone from your favorite tea shop in Diagon Alley.
