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(44) 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰

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For the first time in a long time, things felt normal. They felt like they were back in October.

I woke up and Emma was there. I trudged into the living room with a groggy mood, seeing her over in the kitchenette making herself a bowl of cereals.

"Morning." Was all I could muster, collapsing on the sofa, where Emma's bedding was still splayed across it.

She looked behind her and answered with a relatively happy tone. "Morning. How come you're up so early?"

"Could ask you the same thing." I grumbled, eyes slowly shutting once more and I had to force myself to sit up to avoid falling back asleep. I removed myself from the sofa, risking feeling comfortable against Emma's bedding, and I walked over to her piano, which hadn't been touched in a while. It had a thin layer of dust glazed over it. It made me angry, actually. She spent all that money that could have gone towards our living situation; our wellbeing. She wasted it on a beautiful piece of musical instrumentation she bought on a whim.

I leaned against it and looked out of the window, hoping the brightness might wake me up a bit.

"I'm meeting with Ellie and Sam this morning so we can get to Biba when it opens. They're doing a summer sale, so we're gonna grab what we can."

My stomach sank a bit, I won't lie to you. I'd never really been able to buy anything from Biba. I've mentioned it before. And it just hung in the air that the reason I wasn't invited was because going to Biba made me nervous. What's the point in having a shopping trip with somebody who's miserable and can't even purchase anything to make themselves happy? Not much, if you ask me.

"That's nice." I folded my arms, being somewhat overcome with insecurity. "Where did Sam go?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, he was the receptionist at the studio, wasn't he? There's a lass there now."

"For a bit, but he does some assistant work I think, now. Not at the studio, just... At the shops."

"Vague." I muttered, turning around and approaching the kitchen to make myself some coffee. "He never told me that."

"He wouldn't, would he?" Emma turned with a cup of tea and a bowl of cereals in her hands.

"Why wouldn't he?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"He didn't want to upset you."

"What?"

"You literally get upset when something changes. You have so many panic attacks, it's insane." She sat down on the sofa, acting as though she hadn't just stabbed a knife in my heart and twisted it a hundred times. I proceeded to make my morning coffee, forcing myself to act just as oblivious to the conversation, though I'm pretty sure I was the only one hyperaware of the effects of said conversation.

"So, how come you're up early?" Emma reinforced with a sickeningly sweet tone.

"Got a meeting." I answered as bluntly as possible, pouring the boiling water into the mug with instant coffee thrown into it.

"With?"

"Professor Ross. You know. Our teacher." I rolled my eyes, aware of the fact that Emma couldn't see my face. "I know you might have forgotten who that is, since you've chosen not to go to any coursework lectures."