behind blue eyes

The road to recovery?

She had just gotten out of her classes,stopping at café for a coffee,she was so glad she had made it into her culinary school of choice but it was a struggle getting used to her world changing. "Karmin?" She hears,the man at the counter holding up her coffee. She quickly ran over and grabbed it. "Thank you." She said,smiling and walking out of the café,running a hand through her hair and walking down the busy street,due to her frail figure she could feel the weight of her backpack killing her back,sighing deeply and continuing her walk home,trying to focus on her coffee and her surroundings,slipping her phone out of her pocket and putting in her headphones,music always seeming to help her calm down. 'I need to stop by the shop' she reminded herself,needing food and drinks for her apartment,mostly just more coffee,she walked into the store,looking around,she made a deal with herself to start eating properly,she was doing culinary for Christ's sake. She smiled as she threw what she needed into the basket on her arm,choosing a recipe she had learned to make for dinner that night. She hummed quietly to her music as she finished grabbing everything,finally getting to self checkout and checking herself out,returning the basket and carrying her bags out of the store,I feeling of confidence rushing through her for the first time in a long time. Maybe I really can recover she thought with a smile,forgetting all about the pain in her back and shoulders from her backpack,taking a deep breath and making her way to her apartment,going to the kitchen and setting the bags on the table,putting her backpack in her room before returning to the kitchen,leaving out what she needed for tonight's dinner,the rest going in it's designated spots,she felt proud of herself for how far she was coming along,walking over to the counter to make dinner,boiling some water and salting it for her pasta,seasoning the chicken and putting it in a pan,figuring tonight she'd have Alfredo instead of a coffee,sipping the one she had gotten every once and awhile as she worked,cooking only making her feel even better,finally feeling like she had made the right decision moving to London.
Once she had finished everything she plated it,smiling down at the food she made,actually excited to eat for once,she made sure everything was off and cleaned up before going and sitting on the couch with her plate,thankful she hadn't missed her favorite cooking shows,the rest of the night seemingly flying by.

(A/U: hey guys! I changed it up some and it's gonna have rough spots with trigger warnings but this is based off of some things I wanna do in my future with culinary,I hope you enjoy.
I'm gonna start updating this more so maybe it'll get better reads,and I also wanna try to keep the chapters on the longer side,but Im enjoying this and I think maybe her starting to recover is gonna be great for the story,thanks guys!)