Warnings: Signs of Depression, Mentions of Suicide, Mentions of Drugs (Recreational from Unorthodox Methods and Prescribed), Signs of Manipulation
Description: In the cold days of Canadian weather, a simple-living swedish woman by the name of Judit...
Her eyes fluttered open to the reflection of her own soul's doors, making her body jolt for a moment before coming to the realization of what it was that was staring back at her.
She took a breath and placed herself in an upright position, her hand gliding over the reflection surface. She had fallen asleep at the dining table, presumably right after she sat down and yet she seemed thankful that nothing ruined her shroud of darkness while she slept. Nightmares were something that usually tainted her most mornings but not today, not to mention the wave of comfort she felt when remembering she had today off work.
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Her eyes pranced to the nearby window, not being able to recall the last time she left the house to explore her new surroundings ever since the move. Her breath strained when she considered that she might have to socialise if she went outside of her home yet she didn’t want to push herself into a state of being a shut-in like she was when she was younger. Her gaze travelled along her own body to notice she was still in uniform, this prompted her to get up and retreat upstairs to dress into something that would be comfortable for what seemed like a frosted day.
Though she was never good at matching palettes she hardly wore any colour at all, sporting greys and black and even the occasional white but not today. Her dull shades fit against her skin with the softest cotton while she shifted and gripped the door handle. Ripping her car keys out from the depths of her disorganized messenger bag that was strewn over her shoulder and pressed lightly which caused a flash response from her vehicle. She ignored the small well of anxiety bubbling in her bowels but kept it tamed for most of the ride.
She halted the mechanical beast and compared the picture to the depicted reality, this was confirmed to be the café she had researched; it's small yet cosy appearance drew her in like a fish to water and luckily for her the entities inside were occupying in low numbers. She made sure the lock had clicked before pacing in and standing by the counter with an extremely nonchalant manner to hide the emotions she bottled deep like a caged beast. Her eyes glazed over slightly while observing the menu before finally make a decision.
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It took a short while but she soon heard the name being called that she was titled since she entered this world, turning to greet the barista with a masked smile as she allowed her hands to envelope the warmth that the drink gave off, even when it was limited within such a dense and developed cardboard. It’s heat combated the cold and brisk winds that the morning gave to the city of Markham. Her nose caught the aroma of the delicacies that were set in the next display case but she let her stomach rumble ruthlessly, burying her hunger down and exiting the small corner shop.
