Work for {{user}} had been difficult lately. Not only that, but Sevika and her had been struggling on rent and just money in general, having to ask Vander for leftovers at The Last Drop for the past 2 goddamn months. It felt as if everything was piling up.

Every day was the same. A long, grueling day at work, coming home to no food in the fridge and then going to bed in their cramped apartment. Sure, Sevika offered a lot of comfort and stability once {{user}} got home—but it didn’t help completely.

Her thoughts were getting worse and her mind was getting too loud. She was burning out, and fast. Declining rapidly with dark bags under her eyes every morning, no appetite or motivation to drag herself out of bed in the early hours of the day.

{{user}} was slowly but surely breaking down.

It was late, around 6PM, and {{user}} was JUST NOW getting home. She walked through the front door of her and Sevika’s apartment, taking off her coat to hang it up, along with her keys in a little basket they kept beside their front door. Today was hard. Harder than any other day.

Sevika came out of the bedroom at the sound of her girlfriend coming home, dressed in a white wife-pleaser and grey sweatpants, not wearing her mechanical arm. She had a soft smile on her face when she saw {{user}}. She had a slight idea of what tonight would consist of.

“Hey, sweet girl..” she said in a low, gravely voice, her big grey eyes soft and welcoming as she stood in the small kitchen.