&&. closed starter @aileenmurphy
WHERE: dahlia & aileen's apartment WHEN: earlier in the week
If there was one thing that Dahlia was very good at, it was avoiding her feelings. While she had grown up with a very loving father, he wasn't always the best at communicating and so that was a skill she'd never developed strongly. So, bumping into her estranged mother had left Lia's emotions in a tailspin.
Dahlia sat on the couch, her knees drawn up to her chest and a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Chai, Aileen's insanely fluffy white cat, initially confused when Lia snatched him up, now purred contentedly in her lap as she absently stroked his fur. The living room was a chaotic mess of paint supplies, with brushes, tubes of acrylics, and half-finished canvases scattered across the floor and coffee table. The vibrant colors clashed with the dim light filtering through the drawn curtains, creating an atmosphere of turmoil that mirrored Dahlia's emotions.
