Cherry Dryad ( gxb )

If she wants to move them one by one later from this place, because she didn't want to end up with her leg in a cast. She took off her coat and shoes, which she put back in their rightful place a moment later. The hat also found its place soon after she took it off her head and placed it on one of the empty shelves. She closed the door behind her as hard as she could and walked deeper into the house to put her purse on the sofa in the living room. Especially since she didn't look at her phone after talking to her mother. In fact, she switched it to vibration so that it wouldn't bother her any more. She just sighed heavily and focused on what she really had to do now.

“I started the new day nicely, I must say!,” Vivienne muttered under her breath as she went to the bathroom to do her business and wash her hands.

In fact, she could have expected such an ending from the very beginning, but she would never have expected that she would discover her own friend in bed with him. If it had been another girl, it probably would have hurt less than it hurt now because it was her best friend. She felt that she would no longer trust other people as much as she had trusted them before. One thing she was sure of was that she had no intention of going through the same thing again. This time was still one too many times than it normally should have been, she was sure of that.

Hence, from that moment on, she decided to focus only on studying and her dream. And if someone wants to match her, she will politely refuse and that's it. As if having someone was important, to show others that someone was worthy of you, which was pure idiocy in her opinion. She just sighed again, right after she came out of her room, completely changed into new clothes. She headed towards the kitchen to make something to eat and drink.

“As if it were the end of the world, pure idiocy!,” Vivienne muttered under her breath, putting the kettle on the kitchen burner and turning on the gas underneath it.

Right after she poured out the old water and poured fresh, cold water into it. In the meantime, she was preparing cheese dumplings to reheat, which she found in the fridge with a note handwritten by their housekeeper. If she remembered correctly, today her dearest mother was supposed to go somewhere again. So when she got home, she wasn't there anymore, which was predictable. Currently, she was very envious of her trips, because this way she could have an excuse not to see them for some time.

And so Vivienne will be forced to bump into them at Uni, pretending not to see them, much less know them. Which didn't make the blonde smile at all, but unfortunately she had no other choice for now. At the same time, she knew that Mrs. Lane, who had been their housekeeper for quite a few years, would visit them from time to time. She probably looked at them after she finished talking to her mother, who probably called her to say that her daughter was coming home. How else can you explain a fridge filled almost to the brim? Right after turning on the water for tea, I poured water into the pot for the dumplings. She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she jumped slightly when the water for her tea began to boil.

And soon after that, the water for the dumplings began to boil, which was to be expected. So she carefully turned off the kettle and after a while took the lid off the pot to add some salt to the water before throwing the dumplings into the water. Only then could she calmly make her favorite green tea, raspberry flavored. Pouring hot water over the bag right after placing it in her favorite bunny mug. Only then could she carefully place it on the kitchen table. Stir the dumplings from time to time so that they do not stick to the bottom of the pot in which they were cooked, and at the same time take out the natural yogurt from the refrigerator, checking its expiration date first. And when she decided it was suitable, she opened it and set it on the table near the cup of tea.

She prepared a plate and cutlery and checked again the condition of the dumplings. When she was sure they were ready, she turned off the gas under the pot and took them out of the water straight onto a previously prepared plate. She took them and the plate to the table, and then added some sugar in addition to the yogurt, which had been patiently waiting for its turn for a long time. She sat down in a chair and moved to the table, causing a bit of a stir to spread throughout the house. Because of the complete silence that currently reigned there, because, as we know, she was alone at home.

She wasn't the type of person who liked being alone in a big house, but there was nothing she could do about it. She just shook her head to push away the thoughts that wanted to find a place in her mind again. She couldn't let them take over her again like they had some time ago when she was riding home in a taxi. Soon after, sadness and anger turned into hatred towards these people. She felt that when she went to the bank they would try to get her to forgive them, but for now she had no intention of doing so.

“Not waiting for them! If they think I'll forgive them just like that, they're fucking mistaken!,” Vivienne snapped after a while, as she finished the last dumpling on her plate.

So that after a while, when taking the plate to the sink, you throw the empty yogurt packaging into the trash can. She slowly walked back to her seat, taking the cup of tea in her hand to take a sip, feeling the warmth spread throughout her body. From now on she would have to do everything again, but it didn't bother her at all. She could finally be who she really was, not who she had to be to suit them. She tried to force them to be happy and what was the result? The fact that they were dating behind her back and she was using it as a scapegoat, thinking that sooner or later she wouldn't find out what they were up to. It's good that she found out now rather than halfway through the year, otherwise it would have been very difficult for her.

Before she knew it, she had downed every last sip of her tea and placed the cup in the sink as soon as she got up from her seat. At the same time, he took some orange juice and after a while he left the kitchen, turning off the light. She walked slowly but decisively back to the living room. As you know, there was a TV set so you could look through it and see if you could find something to watch. She was so focused on what was in front of her that when she sat down on the couch, she didn't notice that there was an orange flower pot on the table in front of her.

A pot with a small twig pressed into the ground, with pink buds. No wonder she completely forgot about what she wanted to do now. This was because all of Vivienne's attention was focused on this flowerpot, which neither five nor nine of hers matched the size of what was in it. Besides, what kind of idiot pushes just any branch into the ground and takes it home? Only her dearest parent could come up with something like that, because no one else in their right mind would do such a thing. She sighed quietly, and after a while she approached this strange seedling and carefully touched one of the buds, which seemed strange to her.

“I feel better too, thanks mom!,” Vivienne muttered under her breath, forgetting that she was alone in the house.