05-04-2023, 05:20 AM
The girl seemed overjoyed to get her purse back. Liv understood completely. Truly. Losing a wallet was a pain. Sure, everything on it was stored in the cloud. Nothing would be lost. Not really. All your pictures and videos, messages and financial account were safe.
And yet just the thought of having to replace it spiked her stress. You had to get a new one. And until then, you couldn't call or message anyone. You couldn't get help if you needed. During all that time, you were completely alone- no money or freedom or anything.
It was terrifying.
Her mind flashed to when she had to replace hers. Laila. Something Liv had said set her off. Or done. She couldn't remember the details. Any of how it started. The screen was supposed to be indestructible. But the hand that slapped it away from her was strong and the blow hard. She remembered that. Clearyly. It had been near her ear, as if she had been making a call- or trying to- when it was struck and the aim was precise at all. No it wasn't.
Laila had later helped put some ointment on her cheek to treat the abrasions from her nails. It had been tender and Laila gentle as she apologized about losing her temper. As she promised to be better. As she told her she loved her, that her passion ruled her.
It had still been early in their relationship and Liv had thought she might change, that she could change. That if she just tried harder and was more careful-
- Liv shoved away the memory that had flooded her. It hadn't hit like that in a long while. It wasn't always like this, little things bringing the past back. The last time had been just after she started school again. Before she'd met Nika, actually. But when it did, it had the could set her in a downward spiral that sometimes took days to pull herself back up from And so she had to catch it before it got too far- a car rolling down a hill and then push it back to a good place.
Distraction. She needed distraction. And a push in a different direction. The flattend muffin wrapped in plastic was beyond saving. The girl was noticably disappointed, though not overly so. She was hungry. Liv was too. Baba Yaga's Concoctions was just on the other side of the square. It took a moment, but she decided. "There's a pastry shop nearby. I was headed over there. I can show you where it is." She smiled in a friendly manner. "I'm Liv."
The car was heavy and she wanted it to move back where had been.
And yet just the thought of having to replace it spiked her stress. You had to get a new one. And until then, you couldn't call or message anyone. You couldn't get help if you needed. During all that time, you were completely alone- no money or freedom or anything.
It was terrifying.
Her mind flashed to when she had to replace hers. Laila. Something Liv had said set her off. Or done. She couldn't remember the details. Any of how it started. The screen was supposed to be indestructible. But the hand that slapped it away from her was strong and the blow hard. She remembered that. Clearyly. It had been near her ear, as if she had been making a call- or trying to- when it was struck and the aim was precise at all. No it wasn't.
Laila had later helped put some ointment on her cheek to treat the abrasions from her nails. It had been tender and Laila gentle as she apologized about losing her temper. As she promised to be better. As she told her she loved her, that her passion ruled her.
It had still been early in their relationship and Liv had thought she might change, that she could change. That if she just tried harder and was more careful-
- Liv shoved away the memory that had flooded her. It hadn't hit like that in a long while. It wasn't always like this, little things bringing the past back. The last time had been just after she started school again. Before she'd met Nika, actually. But when it did, it had the could set her in a downward spiral that sometimes took days to pull herself back up from And so she had to catch it before it got too far- a car rolling down a hill and then push it back to a good place.
Distraction. She needed distraction. And a push in a different direction. The flattend muffin wrapped in plastic was beyond saving. The girl was noticably disappointed, though not overly so. She was hungry. Liv was too. Baba Yaga's Concoctions was just on the other side of the square. It took a moment, but she decided. "There's a pastry shop nearby. I was headed over there. I can show you where it is." She smiled in a friendly manner. "I'm Liv."
The car was heavy and she wanted it to move back where had been.