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The blonde's wandering around her home. Well, her old home. Luckily, when she stumbled upon it, no one was home. It'd been a year since she'd been home, since the day she'd given birth, since the day she'd "died". She was sure a lot had happened since, but she was too scared to seek out those who cared most about her, scared that they'd yell at her, scared that they'd move on without her.
And that's why when she heard a knock on the door, she was petrified to answer it. But then the knocking became insistant, and she didn't want to be rude, so she strolled over to the door, and bit the corner of her lip severely, before twisting the knob, and looking at the once-familiar face. "H--hi," she barely breathed out, her eyes glistening with tears.