- ̗̀ alrighty aphrodite

   it seemed that a giant asteroid coming down to smash against the planet wasn’t the only thing of helene’s worries. to die in any other way at this point just seemed a bit sad. but no, the world wished to curse her by simply sticking her in an elevator, and getting it stuck. she had no idea when help would come, if they would even bother. she just got to the point of setting down her tray of cupcakes she was about to deliver, and sat on the ground. at least there was company.   “ what are we going to do to keep ourselves busy, jamie ?  this is the worst. “   she groaned, lulling her head back with closed eyes in frustration.   “ and you’re not getting a cupcake. “

       “ interested as in... ROMANTICALLY ??   no, there isn’t. though i think that’s true poetics, huh? falling in love as the world is ending. that’d be quite the way to go, and a way i think i’d probably like. call me a romantic, i guess. “

       “ i’m never really took it seriously to put much thought into it. i just liked whoever i liked. and it’s still like that. especially now, there’s no time to worry about stuff like that. “

         “ well there’s a lot of people in town, you know. my world is mostly the bakery and when i sometimes go out. i think i just need to get to know anyone better. really, i think i just need to make more friends before we all blow up. “

she did, though, eventually climb back through the sliding door with her feet freezing and her tied back hair probably smelling like ash now. she groaned, grabbing her glass of wine to finish it before sliding onto the couch, putting her head in caroline’s lap.   “ sorry i smell terrible. “   she apologized in advanced.   “ please put on a romcom or something. “   she didn’t really want to talk about how her fingers felt numb at the feeling of being cut short only at twenty one. she didn’t want to open up about her family being so far away or how she feels the hollowness of her rib cage a little too much sometimes. she just wants to be there. in the pajamas, and watch something nice before falling asleep right where she is.

         maybe it’s helene who’s not making the best of her time like caroline is. certainly, there was no judgement on her part to any of the ways people have been choosing to spend their last days on this earth. everyone handles those things differently and she has no room to judge. for caroline, it seemed a whole lot more fun but it seemed they were both maybe missing out on something.  she shrugged, taking one of her own cookies between her fingers.   “ it’s nice to have somewhere to go during the day, but i’ve refused to work overtime so it doesn't become a stress. it’s still the end of the world for me, too. “   but she paused, turning to look at caroline with furrowed brows.   “ why are you still taking classes?  or, i guess, why do you care about being caught up? "   it seemed like stress that was unnecessary, but again, she was not one to judge how someone spent their time. not now.

      she finally sees her jacket and picks it up, slipping her arms through with a nod.  “ coffee and a bit sounds good. i think i could go for some pancakes. “  there seemed to never be a wrong time for pancakes.

          helene nods thoughtfully, listening closely to the things she was saying.   “ my apartment does already look like it was taken out of an add for POTTERY BARN. i’m sure the flowers would go well. “   not that that mattered, she’d put them there anyways.   “ you’re right, the plants don’t deserve this sort of end. “   she clicks her tongue.   “ it’s a shame for them. “

          tea in hand and the whole place smells like vanilla and warmth. parties and gatherings and talking about the world ending wasn’t exactly her speed. it was either one extreme or the other. staying in quietly or going out to have a good time that she hardly remembers. the latter wasn’t a frequent happening, and she decided it’d be a good idea ot have company for her night in. so she invited caroline. with three batches of cookies she anxiously made just earlier, and her third glass of wine, she was walking back into the living room of her apartment to hand a glass to her friend.   “ it’s been a bit crazy at the shop lately, “   she laughs, sitting on the couch next to caroline.  “ believe it or not, the end of the world is a good time for catering. “  even if she was tired she still glowed, happy to be done and in good company.   “ i hope you’ve been less stressed. “   she sips her white wine, pulling in her knees.   // @mvndacious !

      “ alright. that makes sense. “   sure, she knew she’d be cold instantly, but everyone could use a bit of fresh air.   “ i guess this means i should get my coat. “   she wonders out loud, twisting her torso to try and remember where she put it.

      helene laughs at her quip, at least thankful that her own remark wasn’t taken to offence.   “ well that makes a lot more sense now, thank you. “   he nods, putting his hands on her hips.   “ i’ll have to consider stopping by. i think i’d like to fill my apartment with flowers to see them before every little bit gets obliterated. “   her mother always liked to keep flowers in the house. it made it smell fresh and more life-like. 

         going back on promises was not helene’s style. however, it seemed that it being the end of the world was a bit of an exception. work was crazy. naturally so. she looked at nathan who had stopped by to lure her out. she’d already told him she had to cancel. tonight was just not a good night. poking back a few of her blonde waves carefully with confectioner sugar on her hands, she sighed.   “ do you know how many people are having end of the world parties? a lot, nathan. i have to stay and finish their orders. i’m really sorry. there’s always another night. “   she gave him a weak and apologetic smile, patting his shoulder.