Evernly Miller
I cringed when I looked at the mess made on my closet floor.
I don't like messes. I have a bad case of OCD. I hate messes but right now I almost didn't mind it.
I threw clothes after clothes down yet still I couldn't find what I was looking for.
The shelves were finally empty yet still there was no sign of my favourite pyjamas.
Come to think of it I haven't seen them in a long time. I don't even remember the last time I saw them.
It was my birthday I think. Or was it before.
"Evernly we have to talk about your course- what in Jesus name is going on here?" Wren walked inside my closet and her eyes widened.
A groaned escape my lips.
"What is happening here? Why are all your clothes on the floor?" She spoke fast. "What's with the mess Evernly?"
Wren was also OCD and I knew what she was feeling right now.
"I want my blue short pyjamas. The ones that has a big panda face and shorts has little pandas all over." I explained to her not even looking at her.
I kept digging through the pile on the floor even though I knew they weren't there. I kept thinking maybe, just maybe I might have missed them when searching.
I've had those pyjamas like forever and I love them. They've been with me for a very long time.
It's the only clothing I didn't burn when Harry betrayed me.
I felt my heart clench and my throat became dry just thinking about it.
I wore the same pyjamas when I first slept at Harry's penthouse.
"No I haven't. Did you ask Susan?" She asked me and I nodded and threw clothes up.
I cleared my throat so my voice wouldn't wobble.
"I did amd she said she hasn't seen them." I replied not hiding much of the frustrations I was feeling.
Susan was acting weird when I asked her about them but that could've been me over thinking everything and getting paranoid as usual.
"This is why I like doing my laundry and packing away my stuff." I yelled throwing my hands up and down. "Now I can't find anything."
"Calm down. You might have misplaced them sweetheart." Wren reasoned. "Or we could go get new ones."
"I did not misplace them and I don't want new ones." I yelled and immediately regretted it. "I'm sorry.. It's... I."
I stuttered and my shoulders fell and and I fell on my knees.
It's just those pyjamas are the only thing I didn't burn when I broke up with Harry.
It's the only thing Clara didn't take away when Aunt Lauren died. Aunt Lauren bought me those.
"Are you okay?" Wren suddenly was next to me. "What's wrong?"
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