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just noticed the luffa's
i smell very nice for your information.

" why are you here? "

the words dissolve out of mina's mouth the second the door swings open and there lies the remontants of someone decaying from the inside out.

soaking wet with the rain that's pouring from the storm brewing. she's weak, hair sticking to her forehead, swirling into little curls. the same curls that revealed themselves in a picture mina couldn't shake from her head.

her body is shivering, not only from the blistering summer cold but from her, mina. she has this distant look in her eyes as if she's away from this life and in another.

her white bunny slippers are worn down, dirty at the seams but still holding up. the pinky tone robe that's two times her size drags along the hardwood tiles inside of her house. she would look at peace if it wasn't for her puffed up eyes and lips.

mina crossed her arms over her chest; she hasn't made a lick of eye contact. instead, she's gleaming at the rain behind her. it's falling harder now, pouring loudly. flying down from the sky as it knows something will need to be washed away soon.

" i'm sorry. "

the sentence is the only thing that falls off her tongue like melted butter. it's the truth, she's sorry. it felt like the only right thing to say now that mina was here, looking at her with disappointment.

there's something she can stand by one hundred percent. mina is not conformational. she gets mad of course, she's human it's bound to happen. but she never puts her hands on people, never has that look either. she never raises her voice enough for her vocal cords to shatter.

her first instincts are to forgive.

so, when she scuffs punily, it breaks her heart into two pieces.

" i mean it mina, i'm sorry. " she reiterates softly, mina still doesn't say a word, still hasn't looked into her dull eyes. she simply takes a look behind her this time, into her house. it's still inside, quiet.

she slams the door.

" you aren't sorry. " she states, she regained her original position. her arms cross onto her chest, her eyes dilated and firm, not holding that usual compassion. it's cruel, a look she hasn't seen before, maybe because this is the first time something this horrible has happened between them.

everyone knows they are two peas in a pot. one's a little smushed and the other is in tip top shape. the smushed one takes the stirs while the other is served. they are the opposite, her good traits over shaded by mina's. it's always been okay being that way. that's why they get along so good.

why they mix so easily.

right now, they both seemed smushed.

this doesn't feel right.

the air fiddling itself into her lungs is shallow, mean. unnervingly strong with that nature like scent the childhood home carried. now it feels rather unwelcoming. even the sunflowers planted by the little entrance staircase is losing its yellow glow, the drained look coming to life.

" i- " she started but mina cuts her off.

" you lied to me! " the shout startles her, she jumped slightly but said nothing. she did. she lied about everything. she's lied so much these past couple of months she wasn't sure what could be true anymore.

to make it all worse, she disappeared. she didn't read any of the messages, didn't pick up any of mina's calls. it took her hours to take accountability, only because she was enjoying her time with the problem.