🌹╰ dark circles had settled beneath her eyes. one of the many visual indications that she is both overworked and unrested. another was the waitressing uniform she was wearing despite having not been at work since the previous night.  ❛ i     i need help. ❜ with that, she moves the bundle she had been holding toward them, unraveling it just a bit to reveal three kittens no bigger than her fist clinging to one another,  ❛ i     i found them last night while i was taking out the garbage at work. ❜ her voice wobbles and eyes fill with tears as she explained,  ❛ s-some     some awful, terrible person must’ve dumped them there. i    i brought them home with me last night to try and warm them up and     and the other two started moving but the third one won’t no matter what i try. i     i think he’s dying. ❜ tears stream down her cheeks at the thought,  ❛ i     i don’t know w-what else to do. ❜ 

“You want me to hack the what!? Do you have any idea of what you’re asking of me, parce?”

Naturally, Jorge was wary. He didn’t do private jobs very often, only when he needed some quick cash to pay for his room or some last minute groceries. He could do it, of course, if only for the challenge it presented, but it would take just a little bit more convincing for him to jump aboard.

         🌹 — ah, to be young and in love. to be young and only a few days from being           married, it was a strange yet lovely feeling. almost as if she were floated but           somehow still grounded. with everything planned and booked; venue, food,           music and flowers. everything had fallen pretty much perfectly into  place.            all they had to do now was say ‘i do’ right?  

🌹 — although the good days had been outweighing the bad day as of late, the bad days  weren’t completely eradicated and when they came, they hit H A R D. that morning, she  could barely get herself out of bed, waking up feeling an unspeakable amount of DREAD  but, in her increased effort to be more optimistic, she went to work anyway. though, she   didn’t even make it there.     (  frozen  ) in the middle of a crosswalk, car horns BLARING.  it was all just     too much, too much. 

 and just like that, the BAD DAY eats her alive. she’s curled up on the couch. her frame  wrapped in a blanket, still trembling from the disastrous morning. the television plays in  the back though, she isn’t paying much attention to it.