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Sitting on the cushion of her couch inside her office, coffee in hand as her eyes stared unaware in the cast of the window where the chirping of birds can be heard as well as the sways of the tree. (Y/N)'s mind was in frenzy, was Cailon's words real? she doesn't know, or perhaps she don't realize it, or maybe she does but she's acting as though the doesn't. who knows?
the drink she'd been holding in the soft of her palms now stayed cool in the white mug. a few paperwork that needs only her reviews and signature lay forgotten on her table. her eyes lowering down, only realizing that the coffee she had made was now cold as dead in her hands untouched. she sighed, finally setting it down to the coffee table in front of her.
"why is everything so complicatedly hard to escape?" she asked herself, groaning as she fall back on the couch. her wrist immediately covered her eyes, the fabric of her hoodie brushing up against her soft and plump skin. "i wanna talk to someone right now." and as if a bell ringed above her head like from those cringe cartoon movies, her body jolted up as fast as lightning. her eyes immediately turning to the door without looking at the clock, she rushed out, grabbing her keys in hand and loading her gun on her waistband before rushing to her garage. she didn't even pay no mind to the people whom asked where she's up to instead, she answered them with a shrug and a "goin' for a ride. don't follow me." before leaving them empty balled, eyes blinking as they watched their boss harshly opening the roll-up garage door she never really goes to.
