#killhergood

      Brown eyes stared down to the tube inserted into her arm. It was surreal to her, to see the end of her life charging towards her. All of the things that once seemed important were now all meaningless to her. In the whole grand scheme of things, the amount of guys she slept with, and the amount of money she had meant nothing ------

                                             ------ It left her feeling empty. 

      "My hair isn't supposed to just fall out instantly if that's what you're waiting to see," Fiona remarked. 

Looking around the dull room that was the coffee shop, Harper let out a long sigh; she'd been sitting here for over an hour just stirring idly at her stray coffee cup. Settling down her spoon, the redhead leaned back in her chair and stretched up like a cat before looking back down at her remarkably now-full mug. Her eyes flashed up in shock, surprise evident on her face but then her eyes locked with a nearby waitress who gave a shy smile, there was an aching understanding bubbling from her stomach — she feels sorry me, she know I have nowhere else to be.

Returning a weak smile in her direction, the empath brought the now-steaming hot drink to her lips and gave a long sip. She could deny it, tell her something really complex and trust-worthy but there was no point. It was evident on her face that she was lonely, it was like an overcasting dark cloud on her form. It changed her... made her. Casting an eye over to the table nearby, Harper noticed another woman alone and looking as lost as she was. "Are you getting the third-degree too?"

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