It’s Quiet Uptown || Catfish
In theory, staying at a motel had been a decent enough idea. Until she was out of money, and then it wasn’t even an option anymore. Maybe that should have prompted more anxiety, but it only made her feel numb. She felt disconnected. Like she was seeing her life through a window- watching as everything shifted out of place and dropped to the ground. It ached, but in a distant way that never quite felt real. Hell, she hadn’t even cried since that first night. Once, she had come close to breaking. Her hair had brushed her neck, where fading bruises still sat, and the world had seemed to tip on it’s head. After that she kept it tied up, and hastily cut the collar off of her shirt.
With her bag in hand, Cora shuffled hesitantly towards the door of someone else’s flat. The only person in the goddamn world she would even think about reaching out to. She didn’t want to stay, because that would be far too much, but she wanted something. Not to talk, in so many words. That wasn’t something she would ever say aloud. But...she wanted someone. Even if Cora just asked how she was holding up, that might be enough.
So she leaned forward and knocked, her breathing a little shaky. It occurred to her that she looked like hell. The past few nights had consisted of so few hours of sleep that she could count them all on one hand, and she hadn’t even bothered to do something about the bags under her eyes. The motel had a shower, so at least that wasn’t a problem. She hadn’t even looked in a mirror, too afraid of what she might see there, so this could all very well be a terrible idea. But fuck, she needed someone. She needed to see Kat.