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ETTA ♛
Calum's house was cold. Etta didn't expect anything less, it being the beginning of February, but she was starting to get sick of it. It had been freezing for too long, the temperature hadn't changed.
In fact, nothing had.
Her eyes were transfixed on nothing, they continued to bore into plain air, unmoving, filled with nothing but evidence of the past three weeks and how they were making her feel.
Empty, lonely, full of regret, it was clear in everything she did. The girl was simply a shell, shuffling between her bed (well, the one in Calum's guest room, she couldn't bare to go back to the apartment and see pieces of Luke in everything she owned) and the sofa. There was a blanket bunched up onto her lap, which was originally under her chin, but it had slipped down, and she couldn't find the energy to pull it back up again.
There was the faint sound of Calum's music playing from the kitchen, she could barely catch on to a Green Day song, but she couldn't focus enough to figure out which one, so she didn't try for long. Her fingers, adorning chipped fingernails that had been chewed up and worn down, picked at the fraying material of the cotton blanket, and occasional sighs slipped past from her lips.
Aside from that, Etta was motionless.
Nothing had changed.
Footsteps approached her, yet she still kept her gaze fixated on the air, not wanting to look at Calum because when she did, all Etta could feel was guilt. She felt like a parasite, feeding off of Calum and his hospitality and his warmth and yet she did nothing in return, nothing but keep the cushions warm on his sofa.
