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[color=Lightpink][b]Time[/b][/color]: Late morning
[color=Lightblue][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Young apartment
[color=Lightpink][b]Interactions[/b][/color]: - 
[color=Lightblue][b]Ambience[/b][/color]: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BbE7eNcFF0I] Mia´s morning[/url] 
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Mia knew it was going to be one of those days, it was this feeling of dread slowly creeping up on her. It weighed her down, like wet clothes. Cold, uncomfortable and not easy to remove. She turned on her side, shifting underneath the blankets. A pair of solemn brown eyes stared at the view outside of her bedroom window. Even though she was looking, Mia didn´t register what she was seeing, her thoughts a million miles away. Simple, mundane things were painful to look at, because they summoned memories of a time of happiness, happiness that was no longer there. The cream colored sheets she was sleeping under, displayed winding branches of purple wisteria flowers. It used to be one of her favorite ones. Now when she looked at it she felt the sting of all the nights she spent sleeping on those sheets, next to him...

Nights were she worried endlessly, afraid to face the fact they were not going to make it. Nights were she had distanced herself at the outer most corner of the bed, just so she wouldn´t be touched. She wondered why these once treasured and often revisited memories, still stung so much. It was like they´d broken up only yesterday. She traced the wisteria flowers on the pillow next to her, the side of the bed which remained empty. A lump started to form in her throat, and the hot flash of tears falling down the side of her face. Slowly she pushed herself upright. Mia drew her legs up and leaned her face on her knees, arms wrapped around her legs. She cried quietly, holding in any loud sobs, refraining from making too much noise. She didn´t want her brother to hear her. 

It was her day off today, there was no place to be, no expectations, except Sean´s request. It gave her the slightest bit of relief. She dreaded the entire magical drugs situation, but at least she could start her search in the safety of her own home. Mia dabbed at her wet face with the sleeves of her pajama´s. It was time to get up and face the day. She went into the bathroom to shower, staying in longer than usual, the warm water was comforting. After a good thirty minutes Mia knew her brother was definitely not home, otherwise he would be yelling at her not to rank up the water bill.

She returned to her bedroom and walked up to her closet. Since she was feeling crappy today, she would make an extra effort to look nice. Sometimes that did help make her feel better. Mia choose a knitted off the shoulder long sleeved sweater in off white, with small embroidered flowers decorating the top part. She paired it with a pair of form fitting jeans and cream colored suede ankle boots. She made sure her clothes were wrinkle free, they didn´t need to be ironed so she took a seat behind her vanity. It was a cruel contradiction because on the one hand she couldn´t look at her reflection on days like this, but if she wanted to doll up she had to. 
Mia took her time to style her hair in loose waves, fanning outwards. She put on some dainty jewelry, minimal make up and her favorite perfume. 

She stared at the mirror with a blank stare, forcing herself to not think for a minute. No thoughts about the last time she wore this sweater, or how he loved her hair in waves. She would make new memories, ones who wouldn´t remind her of a painful past, but encourage a new beginning, a happy future. She didn´t quite believe her own thoughts yet, but maybe this was a start.