After the ball as well as the holidays, De was always in a sort of funk. She could never quite get a hold of why she had to sit there through it all and actually put an effort in sometimes. She enjoyed giving her family presents, but the ball was an absolute bust for her. Maybe she should just go back home? She missed her sister, her mother, her father, even the stupid cat.
All these thoughts swarmed in Devora’s head as she walked, sighing softly, “I can’t go back… not now..” she whispered to herself. She was finally getting some headings on her life, she couldn’t throw it all away just to return to a past she couldn’t look at the same, “this is all bull shit.”