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☾ T h e . G h o s t . G i r l ☽
Though the frame bequeathed one of the few photos the little apartment had, it was faced down by none other than Lenore herself, who refused to look at the dazzling eyes that stared back at their viewer and the three faux smiles that persuaded the viewer to think they were once a happy family. Lenore, however, knew the truth behind that picture which failed to convince her that those memories of back then were any more cheerful than a fish gasping for air. Those times were exasperating for Lenore, which led her to believe that if she faced the photo down everyday, even though her mother continued to face it back up whenever she came home, she could dismiss such recollections and eventually forget about it. That, by forgetting such bitter thoughts she could find a much warmer hearth and move on with her days.
Lenore peeled off her damp and uncomfortable clothes, searching for warmer and dryer clothes to pull on. Once satisfied with comfy attire, she tried to find something universal for Nicholas to wear. After finding nothing to no avail, Lenore gave up and walked down the hall to her mother's. She found something, even if they were a feminine blue color, but they were sweats and elastic. Nicholas was too big so she figured they'd fit. Lenore found a fluffy pink towel and tucked it under her arm. She closed the door behind her, returning to the lighted living room. She lifted the blue sweats for Nicholas.
"It's just my mother and me here. So I couldn't find a fitting shirt. But I found some old bottoms," she offered, walking over to him. "You can change into these and I can dry the rest of your clothes in our drier," she added, handing him both the towel and pants.
Surely, he must've been curious about her little abode. The walls were plain, besides the framed paintings and photographs of landscapes that her mother continued to buy at thrift stores and junk sales. The fitted kitchen was homey, entailing a comfortable lifestyle. The living room was a little more bare, but provided suitable laze. It appeared that the apartment wasn't well lived in; her mother was working a lot and Lenore was left to live by herself most of the time. Therefore, the apartment looked a little empty: the cabinets and fridge only held dinners and food for two, dust accumulated on some of the smooth surfaces, and the curtains looked like they hadn't been opened for some time. Nonetheless, the apartment was clean and tidy, which both her and her mother made sure of.
"The bathroom is down that hall, the first door you see on the right. Don't mind all the products, those are my mother's," she commented. Surely, because the bathroom housed two females, the bathroom would scream femininity. Hair products, hair dryers, curlers, make up, and etcetera organized themselves on the shelves and sink. The bathroom was clean and sweet smelling, lingering perfume and candle scents haunting the bathroom. The shower curtain was drawn back, the toilet seat covered in a cute cover with a fluffy rug that covered the floor.
Rosco sat on top of the counter, licking his paws and musing to himself, his tail twitching and waving to and fro with disinterest. Lenore would go to make some hot cocoa while Nicholas would change.
Lenore peeled off her damp and uncomfortable clothes, searching for warmer and dryer clothes to pull on. Once satisfied with comfy attire, she tried to find something universal for Nicholas to wear. After finding nothing to no avail, Lenore gave up and walked down the hall to her mother's. She found something, even if they were a feminine blue color, but they were sweats and elastic. Nicholas was too big so she figured they'd fit. Lenore found a fluffy pink towel and tucked it under her arm. She closed the door behind her, returning to the lighted living room. She lifted the blue sweats for Nicholas.
"It's just my mother and me here. So I couldn't find a fitting shirt. But I found some old bottoms," she offered, walking over to him. "You can change into these and I can dry the rest of your clothes in our drier," she added, handing him both the towel and pants.
Surely, he must've been curious about her little abode. The walls were plain, besides the framed paintings and photographs of landscapes that her mother continued to buy at thrift stores and junk sales. The fitted kitchen was homey, entailing a comfortable lifestyle. The living room was a little more bare, but provided suitable laze. It appeared that the apartment wasn't well lived in; her mother was working a lot and Lenore was left to live by herself most of the time. Therefore, the apartment looked a little empty: the cabinets and fridge only held dinners and food for two, dust accumulated on some of the smooth surfaces, and the curtains looked like they hadn't been opened for some time. Nonetheless, the apartment was clean and tidy, which both her and her mother made sure of.
"The bathroom is down that hall, the first door you see on the right. Don't mind all the products, those are my mother's," she commented. Surely, because the bathroom housed two females, the bathroom would scream femininity. Hair products, hair dryers, curlers, make up, and etcetera organized themselves on the shelves and sink. The bathroom was clean and sweet smelling, lingering perfume and candle scents haunting the bathroom. The shower curtain was drawn back, the toilet seat covered in a cute cover with a fluffy rug that covered the floor.
Rosco sat on top of the counter, licking his paws and musing to himself, his tail twitching and waving to and fro with disinterest. Lenore would go to make some hot cocoa while Nicholas would change.
" And know that if I had known all the answers, I would not have held them from you."XX❉ ❉ ❉ ❉ ❉ ❉ ❉ X ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄
" I never saw the point in trying
Cause I would only let you down
And I just couldn’t take you down there with me;
I just can’t stand to see you drown. "
Cause I would only let you down
And I just couldn’t take you down there with me;
I just can’t stand to see you drown. "
lyrics: Cults
song: Never Saw The Point
song: Never Saw The Point
