time is a funny thing . some days feel short , where you blink and they're gone ; while others can drag on , the week feeling millions of hours long . meg hadn't remembered how many months she'd been different , all memories wiped except those the thing inside her head wanted her to remember . sam had been one of those memories . a memory of warmth , a time when she was herself . the cafe felt familiar , just like the one back home . busy , filled with laughs and smells . eyes turn black as she adjusts to the setting , quickly shaking them away as sam returns with her drink . he didn't know , he couldn't know . he shouldn't see the monster that she had become . meg had keep the demon at bay , at least for this moment . ā me ? oh i'm fine . classes start back soon so i'm preparing for that . i'm ⸻ adjusting as well as i can . ā mug is placed in front of her as the male takes the seat across , his own mug being placed on the small table . ā yeah , totally . i drink them all . how are you ? it's , uh , been a while . ā the darkness that loomed within her was boiling , wanting nothing more than to be released . visibly shaking , the femme marks it down to chills before trying to take a sip of her drink .