starter: heath ( @tiidepools ) location: salt air apothecary
She feels a little crazy, hanging around outside the apothecary, but she didn't know his schedule at the hospital, didn't want to know, but she could Google when Salt Air shuts for the day, could take a chance on him closing up. Yet, at the sight of him, far enough away that she still feels safe, the wind that had carried her here is knocked out of her. A thousand things she'd wanted to say over the years, a thousand more she probably shouldn't say. Instead— "Was I a bad fiancé?" No warning, of her presence or what she's actually here for. "And don't lie to me, Heath." It can't hurt any more than what he'd dealt her two and a half years ago. Her jacket is light, not enough in the evening breeze, but her pocket is heavy, hand curled around what's inside like a lifeline.