june has dreaded this encounter for her entire week. seeing an ex again is never easy, and even more difficult is revisiting a place she used to frequent in order to gather her things that no longer belong there. perhaps she should have listened to her gut instincts that she should rearrange the pick-up due to the poor weather, but there is a part of her that wonders if it’s all her cowardice speaking. she is in the middle of trying to convince her ex that it’s unnecessary for her to stay over when the power goes out, rendering the apartment pitch-black. so perfectly timed that it almost feels like it’s fate laughing in her face. slowly and carefully, she walks near the window to take a look at the world outside, eerily silent and dark except for a few street lights. “well,” she sighs in defeat, her shoulders slumped as she silently laments at her pitiful luck. “i guess you’re right.”
@sympcthetic
