Previously..
[ Everytime Charlotte said something even remotely self-degrading it was like someone shoved a knife in her knife and twisted it. She stood up and went to the kitchen, in a loss. Alone.- ]
-Mia eyes went straight to the wine. No one's home, she's not feeling well and she wants to cope. The coping? The moment you hear something pouring in the glass you know what it is. There Mia was all drunk at nine in the morning, sobbing, sitting on the floor. She just wanted her dear Charlotte home, to hold her in her hands once again like she did not even a couple hours ago. In her drunken state she wobbled to get her phone, texting Charlotte a few times knowing she won't see it till her break. Mia desperately needed her sweetheart. She knew Charlotte wouldn't get home soon and it absolutely ruined her, she sat back down on the floor, the alcohol clearly taking its toll on her. Mia had a high alcohol tolerance so getting blackout drunk like this? Practically impossible. But there she was passed out on the floor, her head in her hands.-
-Charlotte was getting off work, saying bye to Carly and driving herself home. She felt a bit tired after the chaotic day at nursery. She wondered what Mia was doing all day. If only she knew. She opened the door, looking around for her dear Mia. Not in sight. Maybe she was in the bedroom. No idea. She had no clue. Then she spotted an empty wine glass. She just hoped she just had one drink. How wrong she would be. She walked into the kitchen after unsuccessful attempts to find her girlfriend in other places. Charlotte felt a pang in her heart as she saw Mia on the floor. She was worried just how long she'd been there. She crouched down, putting a hand in her cheek, her other hand on her forehead, feeling for a temperature. She felt warm. Did she faint? Charlotte had no clue. She was in the dark.-
