~Baby blue~ [Larry x Sally]

...Heartbroken...

I managed to get my body unfrozen from the shock and heartbreak of witnessing that exchange of love between Larry and Ash.. I should feel happy for them.. but I just feel..bad..
I stumble my way over to Todd prepping myself to be the happy me that I was earlier before getting to him, I explained how I needed to head back to feed Gizmo (because that was the safest option) and how I'd be busy the rest of the weekend (mainly because I know I wouldn't be able to handle seeing Ash and Larry together right now..)
He understood and I was off on my own little adventure back to the apartments.

After a few minutes of trying not to fall over tree branches and remembering where to go, I found myself by the back of the apartments. I didn't want to go through the back through Larry's apartment because Lisa (as much as I love her) will hold me back with questions and I honestly don't have the energy right now so I make my way to the main door.
I hop in the usual, probably unsafe, elevator and weakly press the button to the fourth floor, slouching on one of the walls until I'm greeted with the light from the hall and the usual ding the elevator makes.
Finally reaching my apartment I collapse on the sofa on my stomach and sigh deeply into the cushion that my face landed on. I knew this would happen yet I still feel bad.. I shouldn't feel bad, they're both happy now, I should be happy for them. I feel two pairs of reassuring paws on my back gently patting around as if to get comfortable, Gizmo is always there for me when I'm feeling down, that's if he's not out somewhere or in the bath.. I feel the warmth of the chubby cat on me as he lay, gently purring sending vibrations across my back giving me a comforting feeling. After a while of laying there on my stomach being pinned down by a now sleeping cat, unwilling to move him and disturb his sleep, I feel my eyelids becoming heavy and it was not long until I also fell asleep.

~le time skip~

As I slowly drag my still half asleep body into a sitting position I see that I've somehow moved from the living room to my bedroom. I scratch the back of my neck and swing my legs over the side of the bed before making my way to the bathroom. As I turn on the light there's a slight humming sound that comes from the fixture whenever you turn it on (it's like that in almost every apartment) I place my hands on ether side of the sink, resting all of my body weight onto them and stare at myself in the mirror. My once tied up hair is now messy and only one pigtail remains even though it too is tatted and messy thanks to how much I move around in my sleep there's no point trying to put them up again so I pull the hair bobbles out and spend a few minutes carefully brushing out the nots.
I can't help but wonder how I got to my room from the living room, maybe I got up and moved unconsciously? Did my dad come home and was sober enough to move me? No.. probably not dad.. if he did it he would've just positioned my body to be huddled up in one corner so he could take up the rest of the space so my best bet is that I somehow got up and moved with no memory of it and that's how I ended up in my room.