“Thank you, Mrs. Patterson!” Cordelia hummed with gratitude, giving a meek smile as she struggled to shoulder the heavy door. Her arms filled, a large bundle of flowers being carefully balanced within her hands. She’d much rather die them drop them, not after the shops owner— her boss— spent so long making it for her.

“You get some sleep, Corie. Take care of yourself over the weekend.” The old lady hummed from behind the counter. Her sunken cheeks rounding for a moment as he matured features lifted in a smile.

If only she could ever rest, ever truly feel at ease. That was just a luxury that Cordelia was never allotted in this life. Not since her parents passed away in a tragic car accident when she was sixteen, leaving her with little money and no guardian.

Did she mention she could see ghosts? Oh yeah, Cordelia had been able to walk amongst spirits ever since she was little. Her parents used to joke that she was gifted, that her ability could be used to help people.

Somedays it felt more of a curse.

Cordelia just sighed, “I’ll try, take care!” She said in rush advancement as she shoulder out the door, her sneakers hitting the pavement as she fell in step with people walking on the sidewalk. Most likely going home like her.

Only not home to their barely spacious apartment, absolutely overwhelmed with letters from the government informing her about her parent’s leftover debt.

Not like she’d ever pay it off.

It was a while before she made it home. Sighing softly as her shoulders finally relaxed, the familiar scent of incense tickling her nose. It always brought calm to her usually wavering system, even if her apartment was barely liveable. It still felt like home— or as least close as you could get to it.

The small form of her tiny black cat, Percy, purred happily as he brushed against her shins. The little guy did it everytime she returned. Like he’d made it his routine.

Cordelia sighed, leaning down to pet her feline companion. Balancing the bouquet of flowers against her shoulder so she could stroke under his chin. “Hey little one.”