Oh what a tragedy,,


“Last night’s dream was terrible, sis!! Y-Yes. Um.. I haven’t seen him yet. Are you sure you didn’t eat him, Kaeya? We-well sorry! You normally eat things you name ‘Breakfast’ O-okay.. Bye.”

Adela shook her head as she locked the door to her bakery, the smell of freshly baked croissants had gradually left her as she took a few more steps away and put her cell phone in her pocket. She was supposed to be looking for her pet snake ‘breakfast’ .

She sighed and rubbed her arm, holy cow it hurt a lot, she was out too late the night before and tripped. But at least it wasn’t broken, just bruised. Slowly fading to various shades of purple and blue.

Adela started her way down the walkway and started humming to a song she had heard on the radio that morning. It was soft, as was she. She dragged her feet on the ground and watched them kick up the small bits of dust that collected in the cracks of the path.

Her shoes were the purple boots, and she wore her work outfit, it was cute, the green hat, the pink and red shirt, and the obnoxiously yellow skirt. She closed her eyes and smiled with her mouth shut. She was happy.

Then she met a man, well, her head did at least. She had ran into a man, and fell backwards onto her bum, she looked up at the falling bags and covered her head, milk, everywhere. The jug had split open and splashed in the cracks, and her boots, and nearby people..

Oh dear…

Oh what a tragedy,,


She looked up at the man that had helped her up with a generous hand, and had combed her hair free of cornflakes. That was nice of him. But she could still use some more sprucing up. Before he had even spoke a word of apology to her, rivers were flooding down her face. Yup. The flood gates had been demolished and all hell broke loose on her neon makeup. Pink and green had slowly collected to the corners of her eyes.

Thankfully you couldn’t see the pink. Because her face was too red to even recognize it as a face, someone could walk by and mistake it for a tomato if they weren’t paying enough attention. Which.. Adela had not been doing.

Her breathing increased to silent wails, to let the hot air out of her chest and into the morning. Her eyes had become red and puffy, and her hair was beginning to knot at the ends, she was a complete wreck. The wreck of the day..

She had started to wipe the corners of her eyes with her fingers, for her sleeves were too short and difficult. Her nose was running slowly and the passageway for air to be taken in through her nostrils closed off.
She sniffled. It was a long twenty seconds before she swallowed the lump in her throat and began to speak back to the man,

“I.. I’m sorry, Mister.. I. .It wasn’t your fault. I wasn’t paying attention..”

She looked up at his face, he was indeed very good-looking. But he looked too serious. Maybe he needed more fun in his life. This would make up for that. But oddly enough, she began to giggle. She giggled.

The man had a piece of cereal plastered to his left cheek, She stood on tip-toe and brushed it off, his face even felt perfect,
Oh wow..