#(whoops-)

Hana had been cleaning up her apartment back home, preparing for Lú's first official visit to her place. Sure it was.. Cozy.. But she liked it. Easy to look after and easy to pay for since she travelled so much already. She might've not had a place at all but she was a slight home body. She got homesick if she was away too long.

Garbage bag in hand as the other stuffed old wrappers and papers into the bag, Hana came across a box. A photo box.. She thought she put that in the closet...

Damn it.. She shouldn't. She could already feel her eyes beginning to water. And yet there she was.. Kneeling down and dropping the bag to the side. The woman leaned forward and drew the box out, setting it on her lap. Her gaze stayed just on the box lid for a while, her mouth drawing in her bottom lip which she chewed lightly. Deciding...

Her hands moved the lid to the side, leaning it against her leg before delicately picking up the first photo on top. One of just her parents. It dated back to just before she was born, though her mother never really showed much. The next few were of her baby pictures, from infant to toddle. She continued to look through the photos, constantly wiping her tears on her sleeve to keep from damaging them. Why did she always do this to herself?..

Hana didn't have time to look through anymore of her pictures when she heard a firm knock at her door.

"Fuck.." She mumbled to herself, wiping her tears once more before quickly closing up the box, hastily trying to tuck it away.