In The Heart Of Her Mind.

The Alphabets Are Waiting.

"Y'know, seeing things isn't like, a bad thing. See it as more of a super power, or special ability." She turned to look at me for a split second before going back to selecting more clothes. I needed more time to get used to Friend Carmen Her attempts of complementing me were still stale.

We were currently at a clothing store. This was because she said one of the best ways to get revenge was by getting a make over, being the reason why I am seated on a round sofa-like chair right in the centre of the shop.

"You sure are picking a hand full of the exact same t-shirts in different colors. Does this have anything to do with me paying?" I asked aggravated whilst having the feeling that she wouldn't buy this much with her own money.

"Maybe if you weren't so gullible at hiding stuff back at your place I wouldn't have found your 'emergency' Isabella card under your story books." She said without looking at me. We spent the entire morning with her cursing my, ex, and placing her stuff into a charity box, which looked exactly like a trash can. Carmen said that it was going to be our way of turning the devils belongings into vessels for good deeds. She also said that officially referring to Isabella as my ex would wake me up, and slowly pull me out of how deep I've fallen into a sea of her. Her abusive love she said.

I rolled my eyes. "they're Novels."

"Meaningless words on pages." She retorted.

"A collection of depicting words."I corrected.

"They're Just books Delgado." She turned to face me, with both baskets filled in both hands. "Lets get outta here, I'm starving." She walked to the check out desk, my credit card in her hand.

"Stop staring Delgado. I feel like your ghost chick might be behind me." She said and playfully looked over her shoulder while I just rolled my eyes.

"Shut up, I'm just used to you on the other side of the counter." I say more to my self than to her. It's fucked, how I haven't been any where other than the store close to the apartment, because of just that. That is was close to the apartment. I told my self if she didn't turn up home she would pop up in the store someday.

As if there were some kind of pull on me, my head snapped to her direction meeting her stern-disapproved look.

"What?" I asked before picking up some of the shopping bags.

"You were thinking." Carmen grabbed the last bag along with my credit card an receipt.

"I don't think it's possible for me not to. I am human after all." I say as we walk out of the shop and Carmen wailed for a taxi.

"You were over thinking." A cab arrived and we got in. "Care to share?" She asked expectantly tapping her fingers on her knee.

"It was nothing."

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"We're going to my house." She said to me before reciting the address to the cab driver.

"I thought drinking was for people who didn't have a solid plan for 'getting back into shape'." Look at me, pretending to be on board with not wasting more time in my life.

"We're not going to the pub we're going to my house."

"I don't think I'm ready to meet your parents yet, our  first date at the shop ten minutes ago was a little flat." She scoffed at my sarcasm.