Mary got better at leaving her apartment on her own (after all, there was no-one she could rely on currently, her friends were somewhere else it seemed) and actually started to have fun walking out. She even started a part-time job, making artificial flowers didn't make enough money, unfortunately.
The flowers of a flower shop caught her eyes and she stopped, looking at them with a smile. They reminded her of the boy who led her out of the forest. He also worked at a flower shop and many other part-time jobs...
Actually, the boy had been in this city briefly but he never worked in a flower shop. So why did she think that? But the image of him working with flowers was so vibrant...Mary frowned. Was that a memory or a dream...?
She shook her head, no, it had to be a dream, she confused it with one of her nightmares and dreams probably. These silly dreams of another world where her friends kept dying, it was just a dream, a nightmare, this was reality...
As she tried convincing herself, Mary's hair subtly started to wiggle. Her long, curly strands started to wiggle a little like little snakes. She herself did not notice because she was busy forcing her attention back to the flowers, buying some.
Her hair subtly, briefly, wiggled again and Mary caught it in the reflection of the flower shop window. No, that was her imagination again, right? She looked down at her hair, it was still and only moved in the wind. She ran her hand over her locks. No, it was just hair. What a strange thing to imagine, her hair moving...
Deciding to head home, she turned - and stopped. Because there was a boy, probably a little older than her, dark messy hair and...very prominent red eyes (and prominent bags under those eyes too). Red eyes...they reminded her of something. Of her nightmares...
Ahh, but these eyes were wide with curiosity and the boy did not feel any shame looking at her. ...did he see what she thought she saw? The boy was making her feel nervous, may it be because of those red eyes that made her think of her nightmares or the fact that he was staring at her. Or maybe she was still unsure if her hair really moved on its own or if she was just having lack of sleep. Which can't be, she slept so much lately...
"D-do you want s-some flowers...?" Mary stuttered. In her panic, this was the first that came into her mind. Smooth one, Mary.