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Assistant: Title: Hello Darlin’
        Author: Walkingdownadarkalley Walkingdownadarkalley 
        Chapter: 2/14 
        Summary: It all started when Powder put up a wedding invitation on the fridge.I asked her not to mention Caitlyn, yet she openly recalls old stories and memories in a fond manner, a way to tease me. Each one is a stab to the heart, but over the years the pain numbed down to a dull, muted ache.ORSeveral years after a break up and zero communication, Vi gets a sudden invite to her ex’s wedding in London. Powder encourages her to go, but Vi isn’t sure she’s ready to see Caitlyn after things ended badly.
        Contents: Chapter 2: Paid Vacation
    

    

        
          
          
            Rushed this one a little bit :p but I wanted to finish it. A bit short too. Blaaahhh
          
        

  

  
  
    
    
  “Can we go? Please? 
  
    Pleeeeaaaasee?”
  
 
  “Powder, shut up, you’re not twelve.”
 
  But my sister pouted dramatically, sticking out her bottom lip and eyeing me angrily. She moved to stand in front of my grocery cart, blocking the path further down the aisle, and I groaned.
 
  “You’re acting like a child.”
 
  “I 
  
    am 
  
  a child!”
 
  “You’re 21, Pow.”
 
  “
  
    Yeah
  
  , but I’ll always be your 
  
    kid
  
   sister, right?” she let a grin spread across her face. Her boots squeaked against the floor as she situated herself to stand on the bottom metal bars of the cart. She was lucky I had a firm grip on the other end, otherwise she would’ve flipped it over. And I would’ve laughed. 
  
    Loudly
  
  .
 
  I rolled my eyes and looked back down at the sticky note I brought along. On it I had scrawled a few things down that we needed at the house, desperately, and according to Powder, she was apparently bored and wanted to tag along. She’d 
  
    never
  
   enjoyed coming with me shopping before. But that never stopped her from complaining that I got the wrong kind of Poptart she wanted. Arguing that she could always come with me so I didn’t make the same mistake again didn’t work on her, as she’d just scoff and tell me to smarten up and learn how to read a text.
 
  So when she asked to come along I was skeptical, and so far she was yet to actually help in the endeavor. She was yet to do anything but beg me to go to Caitlyn’s wedding across the pond.
 
  
    Curious
  
  .
 
  Why she was so set on going, who knows. I gave up on trying to understand the complicated inner workings of Powder’s brain a long time ago. Her behavior was beyond suspicious, as she wasn’t exactly one for subtle, but I had very few f@cks left to give out. I’d been working a lot more than usual lately seeing as I needed to start my monthly payments on Powder’s student loans. She didn’t originally want my help, claiming she could do it herself, but 
  
    f@ck 
  
  that. I didn’t get to finish my degree. She graduated with flying colors and I was proud– like Hell I wasn’t gonna help her out for such an amazing achievement. 
 
  But that’s neither here nor there.
 
  Point is I’ve been working a lot. I was tired. I didn’t handle b@llsh@t well nowadays, so I had little interest in whatever Powder had planned in her brain. Just as long as she didn’t steal my sh@t I didn’t care. (Little rascal loves to raid my piercing jewelry box when I’m not looking.)
 
  “It would be 
  
    so 
  
  much fun,” she continued to pester me even after we moved into the dairy section. “Neither one of us has been to Europe before.”
 
  “And how’s that?” I responded to the first half of her statement, flat and not even looking at her. I was searching for a replacement milk carton.
 
  “Well, first off, everyone talks funny there.”
 
  I snorted.
 
  “True.”
 
  “Imagine,” my sister waved her hands around as if to disappear into a roll. “
  
    Oi, mate,
  
   get out
  
     me bl@@dy way! 
  
  I’m on my way to the
  
     governor 
  
  for 
  
    fish ‘n chips, innit?”
  
 
  That erupted a bigger laugh in my throat despite my best interest and attempt to resist. Her accent was God awful, so bad it was probably offensive. I shook my head at her, and she laughed with me for a moment before it became apparent that wasn’t going to be enough to convince me. 
 
  “We could go sightseeing,” she offered, but I merely grunted to that, clearly not impressed.
 
  “What’s there to see?”
 
  “Lots of things!” Powder protested. 
 
  I made an unimpressed noise, apparently a huge fan of the monosyllable that day. She had dropped it for a while, letting me actually be productive and get the pain that was grocery shopping out of the way. She didn’t open her mouth again until we were loading bags into the trunk of the car.
 
  
    “I know
  
   you want to go,” she said.
 
  “Why on Earth would I want to go to my ex’s wedding?” Thumping the last bag into the trunk was how I ended that sentiment. “I still can’t quite get over the fact that she invited me in the first place. Like, don’t you think that’s weird?”
 
  Powder slammed the trunk door closed for me as I turned to squint at her in the afternoon sun. She shrugged, now being the one with the noncommittal answers. She seemed more keen on getting me to agree to something I didn’t really feel like doing instead of playing detective. And she was unrelenting. On the drive back, carrying the bags in, unloading, she continued to name little and lame excuses to go. Stuff I didn’t care about like the food (gross) or rich people sh@t at the service (yawn). 
 “Vi! C’mon! It’s a paid vacation; they included tickets with the invite,” she complained, flopping down over my lap as I was trying to watch TV in the living room. But all I got from that was the ugly remembrance that they were so rich they could afford to buy tickets for people who may not even respond to the invite. They’re like, rich, rich, those f@ck@rs. “Don’t you want to spend some time away from all the stupid f@ckery going on around here?” 
  Clearly exhausted, I exaggeratedly groaned.
 
  “God you’re 
  
    impossible
  
  ,” she whined, but then took a suspicious moment to pause and think of something. “What if… I made a deal with you?”
 
  
    That 
  
  piqued my interest.
 
  “What… 
  
    kind
  
   of deal?” I said slowly, and she laughed at me, finally sitting up.
 
  “
  
    Like…
  
  ” she hummed, fidgeting with one of her braids for a moment. “I’ll do all the house chores for two weeks when we get back.”
 
  A short pause as I thought.
 
  “A month,” my counter came out cold.
 
  “A
  
     month?!”
  
 
  “Don’t question it, or I’m upping it to two.”
 
  I admit the idea of not doing laundry, dishes, vacuuming, trash takeout, dinner cleanup, or just general cleaning for a whole month was 
  
    super 
  
  appealing. But appealing enough to face the subject of my horrible breakup that led to serious and dire consequences? I wasn’t actually sure.
 
  Powder acquiesced with a loud grunt. “
  
    Fine
  
  ,” she complained. “I’ll do them all for a month.”
 
  She stuck her hand out for me to shake, but I finally caught her eye and grinned.
 
  “
  
    Woah
  
   now, I haven’t actually 
  
    agreed 
  
  to this deal yet.” Her reaction and irritation was funny. She just flopped backwards onto the couch dramatically, her feet now stretching to my lap once she needed to get comfortable.
 
  “How long do you need to decide? A couple hours?”
 
  “I’ll let you know tomorrow.”
 
  “...F@ck you, Vi.”
 
  “Love you too, 
  
    ‘lil sis
  
  ,” punctuating my mocking tone was a tickle to the bottom of one of her feet. It was met with a shrill scream and an 
  
    almost 
  
  kick to the face. Wouldn’t have been the first, won’t be the last, and it was totally worth it. 
 
  .
 
  She left me alone the rest of the day, the rest of the week, 
  
    thank god
  
  . I think she could tell she was starting to overstep the threshold of comfortable bugging and teasing. She knew better than to push me over the edge. When I got in that sort of mood I made sh@t miserable for her too just by being around her, which was another great incentive for her to back off. 
 
  One night we were in our own respective rooms, doing whatever we were doing as the sun slowly slipped behind the horizon. I found it hard to sleep that night for some reason, trying to call it early and get comfortable under the covers. But at the stroke of midnight I was still awake, still staring at my little digital clock on my nightstand. The red, glowing numbers almost felt like they were laughing at me, mocking me, and I had a sudden impulse to chuck it across the room. Instead I huffed forcefully out of my nose and turned the face downwards so I could no longer read it.
 
  An unidentified amount of time went by before I heard the faint footsteps of my sister approach my slightly askew door (it never actually shut properly). I could feel her standing there, just peeking in like she did when she was a kid, when she had a nightmare. I heard her take a breath, unable to actually see her as I was laying with my back to the door. She likely didn’t know I was awake, but she’d find out soon enough. Because she knocked ever so slightly on my door frame, and said my name even quieter. But I caught it, and I flopped over onto my back to regard her. 
 
  In the small slivers of moonlight that managed to drift into the room I could make out her tired, yet pensive face. Maybe a tad worried too as she looked at me, still wide awake. She didn’t comment on it though. Carefully, she took my eye contact as an invite in, and she tiptoed into the room as if she were scared of waking up our parents. 
 
  Just like the old, old, 
  
    old 
  
  days. Eons now, it felt like.
 
  She crawled into bed with me, just like she did when we were kids, and curled up into a ball, hugging her own legs. She shifted so she was close to me as I situated her under the blankets. We just laid there quietly, enjoying the company in the silent night, before I felt her intense gaze on me again. But I didn’t turn to look at her, instead staring upward at the ceiling. 
 
  “Are you scared…?” I heard her whisper, so quietly it almost sounded like she was nervous to say it aloud. Scared of making me upset. But I didn’t get so. Merely I sighed, heavy, closing my eyes for the briefest of moments, and she knew what my answer was. 
 
  “I would be too…”
 
  When she spoke so little like that, she seemed just like a little girl again. I couldn’t help but compare her to how I used to know her, see the difference in the young woman she’s grown into now. It was astonishing. But she never changed how she interacted with me. At the end of the day she knew she could still come and sleep in her big sister's bed when her room felt too dark and lonely. I always appreciated the company anyways, probably needing it more than she did, to be honest. And that applied in this moment too. Powder had come to me this time because she could sense it. Just like how an animal can tell when their owner is in pain. She came to comfort 
  
    me
  
  . 
 
  
    Again
  
  .
 
  And despite the growing guilt in my gut from her taking care of me, when it really should be the other way around, I would never turn her away. Selfishly, anytime she offered her quiet sanctuary, I accepted every time. 
 
  “It’s been a long time, Vi…” she continued to whisper after a moment passed with the sound of a car driving down the road. “But you should see the look on your face when she gets brought up…”
 
  Again I didn’t say anything, this time just rubbing a hand over my eyes too harshly. 
 
  “Aren’t you curious to see how she’s doing? Don’t you miss her? I mean… she wasn’t 
  
    just 
  
  your girlfriend… she was your best friend too.”
 
  No matter how cliche it sounded, how weird it sounded coming out of Powder’s mouth, no one could deny it was the truth. She was a constant in my life ever since college, and an always welcome distraction from the horrid life I had going on in the background. She shone a light on it all, and taught me so much that I never thought I could know. My best friend. Someone who stole my fries, copied my notes, drove me to the airport, played video games with me, smacked me when I was being an ass, supported me through difficult times… 
 
  “Yeah,” I said, still keeping with the theme of whispering to the night. My answer was vague and noncommittal, but it was enough to encourage Powder further. She reached out to gently tug and twirl a piece of my hair around her finger, using it to fidget as she spoke. I didn’t care enough to stop her.
 
  “Vi,” she started. “I 
  
    really 
  
  think you should go… I think it would be good for you to see her again… even if it’s just for some closure. Maybe then you’d be able to finally 
  
    move on
  
  .”
 
  “I have–” I was getting ready to protest, but Powder kept rambling as if I had never opened my mouth in the first place.
 
  “She invited you. That means she 
  
    wants 
  
  you there… for whatever reason. Maybe she just wants to make things right…”
 
  “
  
    Pow…
  
  ” I let go of a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, still keeping my eyes skillfully trained on my ceiling. “You’ve 
  
    always 
  
  hated Caitlyn. Why do you care so much now…?”
 
  “I didn’t 
  
    hate 
  
  her…”
 
  I snorted and she lightly smacked my shoulder.
 
  “Let’s just say I’ve grown up since then,” Powder responded, heaving a sigh through her nose. “I didn’t like sharing… she could’ve been God for all I care, and I probably still would’ve…”
 
  “Hated her?”
 
  “
  
    Shut up
  
  .”
 
  My nose wrinkled as I stifled a silent laugh again, and my sister swatted at me once more, something so normal in our household I hardly even registered it anymore. 
 
  “But she’s a person, just like we’re people– and yeah I’m p@ss@d at her for how she ended things, but I care because…” she trailed off, thinking, almost hesitating. “Well because… because I can just tell you’re miserable… I’m just trying to 
  
    help…
  
  ”
 
  “
  
    Aww
  
  ,” I cooed, jokingly as I finally focused on her face. Her own eyes looked too big from my vantage point looking down at her and her looking up at me. 
 
  “Or maybe on second thought perhaps I should just let you suffer,” she grumbled, eyebrows being pulled together. Though she didn’t fight very hard when I lazily pulled her into a bear hug.
 
  “I gotta be the
  
     luckiest girl in the world
  
   to have such a 
  
    kind 
  
  sister.”
 
  More mumbled and vicious words were muffled by my arms as I squeezed her. It was evident she was too exhausted to squirm, nevermind yell and make a scene like she normally would. She sleepily accepted her fate, but let insult after insult fall from her tongue. I did let her go though, after a little while, relishing in the warm comfort it brought me to be in a nice embrace like that. Soon we both settled back into our own comfortable spaces, cozy under my covers. And after several minutes more, where Powder probably thought I fell asleep, I spoke again. 
 
  “...It’s all paid for?” I muttered, softly, so softly. I felt her smile next to me and I let out a long, dramatic breath from deep within my chest. “So I can move on…
  
     for closure…
  
   We’ll go.”
 
  .
 
  A few short weeks later we found ourselves each packing a bag. 
 In those few short weeks I had a few little… moments, shall we call them, alone in my bed at night. Curled up into myself under the covers and shifting my face around so I wasn’t lying on the tear stained portion that had then grown cold from the frigid air. I was confused as to why I was crying, as to why I was invited, as to why it affected me so much that I was invited. I had told myself and my sister alike (not to mention countless friends and family) for years that I was completely over the whole thing; that I’ve grown and moved on. Sometimes they’d counter with the fact that I hadn’t gone on a date with anyone since the breakup, and I’d respond that I was focusing on my career.  
  But I could scoff at myself.
  
     Some career
  
   I got, one I achieved purely through lucky connections. Someone knew someone who owned a gym and hired independent personal trainers. And even though I’m not exactly the best people-person, I soon made a name for myself. But that wasn’t really important now. 
 
  I was focusing on me, that’s the point. Over the however many years Caitlyn and I didn’t interact in any way, I had poured myself into that job. I got more jacked because of it too, using the gym as a favorite coping mechanism. I practically lived there, especially on bad days when I’d be craving a beer or something like that. The loud music in my headphones, the sweat down my back, my hair in my face, it all distracted me along with the strain in my arms from deadlifting for a while. In that time I wasn’t trying to build more muscle, but it happened either way with how much time I spent running away from the thoughts that’d float by when I was left idle. I couldn’t be left sitting alone, I always needed to be doing something, and I had a rather hard time relaxing. 
 
  In those few short weeks I spent more time in the gym than I ever had. Overworking myself to the point of complete and utter exhaustion. I’d walk in when the sun was young, and stay until it died over the horizon. I came in on days I didn’t have any personal sessions lined up and just pushed myself further and further. It was definitely dangerous and irresponsible. I could’ve seriously gotten hurt a few times– times where I very clearly needed a spot, but didn’t ask for one, or even refused an offer. Having another person there meant I had to stop my music, and a conversation with a stranger wasn’t enough of a distraction. Besides, it’s not like I could talk very easily while weight lifting anyways. 
 
  Powder saw me working myself to death, as I often did when I got in a rut about life, but noticed it was rather… 
  
    intense 
  
  this time compared to the past. More than before, more than normal. And she’s such a smart kid, she connected it to Caitlyn’s invitation right away. It was very clearly stressing me out. My head was just rattling with one question, over and over again until it drove me insane.
 
  
    Why?
  
 
  
    Why?
  
 
  
    Why me?
  
 
  
    Of all people?
  
 
  
    Why 
  
  
    me
  
  
    ?
  
 
  But Powder did what she always did and slapped me back into reality. Sometimes literally, and no matter how p@ss@d that made me, I couldn’t deny I every now and again needed someone to smack me on the arm hard enough for me to pay attention to the rest of the world around me. She convinced me to tone it down in those few short weeks, doing just more cardio, going for runs, getting out of that musty gym and away from equipment and weights. And I’ll admit, it was nice. With spring a promise on the dying winter’s wind, some flowers were prematurely budding, frost melting from grass in the warm sun, and birds singing over my head again.
 
  And when those few short weeks came to a close, my entire body ached with overexertion, and my brain was dead from using all its energy to hold off intrusive thoughts. Though I was just sitting there, I was trying my best to not spiral into the 
  
    ‘why?’ 
  
  question again. However I still didn’t have my answer. For now it would have to suffice that I’d have to wait and find out– ask Caitlyn herself.
 
  
    Caitlyn
  
  .
 
  What a 
  
    woman
  
  .
 
  Who did things in such mysterious ways that made no sense from the outside, but once she got her way, everything neatly fell into place and everything was perfectly okay. She only ever had good intentions, as I didn’t know her to wish ill on anyone in our lives. She was simply incapable, such a sucker for second chances and believing the best in people. I tried not to think about the idea that maybe she was just pitying me when we were together. That she wanted to fix my absolute mess of a life up and give me that second chance at life since I was dealt such a sh@tty hand. Her kindness knew no bounds, and it confused me, now more than ever. There’s no way she sent me this invitation as a way to get back at me, to hurt me in any way, because if it was then she simply wasn’t Caitlyn anymore. She’d become a stranger to me if that were the case. Though regardless, at this point, she felt like a stranger no matter what. Certainly she’s changed over these years, like I have. I hoped she had. That’s just good for humans in general to keep moving forward and growing. So I really just wasn’t so sure that her imprint in my mind was at all accurate to her character anymore. Her tells when she was lying, the way she bit her bottom lip when she focused, how she wore her heart on her sleeve unapologetically. I had absolutely no way of knowing if that was still her, or if she’d outgrown me completely. 
 
  It was scary to think about.
 
  And I was tired of thinking about it, frankly.
 
  I could hardly keep my eyes open the day of our flight. The whole day was filled with double checking flight times, making sure we had our passports, confirming our stay at the hotel the Kirammans rented for overseas guests (which if that isn’t
  
     ultra mega rich
  
  , then I don’t know what is).
 
  And so it came to be that after a few short weeks of receiving that invitation, we found ourselves packing our bags.
 
  I was just staring at mine as it laid open on the bed. I had the majority of my stuff organized there, things like a toothbrush and underwear, essentials. But something was 
  
    missing
  
  . And for the life of me I couldn’t figure out what. My chair in the corner stayed still with me as I just went over my list several times in my head. My brow was furrowed like it often is, furrowed in a way that Caitlyn used to try and smooth it out, affectionately saying 
  
    “Your face is going to get stuck like that, you grump.”
  
 
  She’d kiss my forehead, or pad over where I’ve already created a permanent line with her thumb. She constantly worked to see my frustration melt away, help me process emotions better without getting angry–
 
  
    No.
  
 
  
    I was not doing this.
  
 
  
    Let her go.
  
 
  I repeated to myself that this wedding would finally be my closure, coming to terms with the invite in the time from here to when we received it. As much as I could anyways. I’d see Caitlyn happy and healthy again, and we both could finally move on 
  
    for good
  
  . I’d get my question answered and that itch could be scratched. No more haunted memories when I’m alone at night, or when the room is too quiet. No more reminders when I hear a passerby with an English accent; no more pretty, raven haired women at the bar pulling me their direction first. 
  
    This would be it
  
  , I kept telling myself. This will be the end of it all, and I can walk free from the chains that woman 
  
    still 
  
  had on me. I didn’t want to admit it to myself, though it was as obvious as a sudden rainstorm on a bright, sunny day. Most importantly though, I didn’t want to admit it to my sister. She could never know she was right about my torch I’d been carrying. 
 
  She’d never let me live it down. 
 
  As if I was calling her, when she crossed my mind she also passed my bedroom door I left wide open in that moment. But she double backed and stuck her head in, observing the scene. Just me sitting in the corner looking serious at my open suitcase on the bed.
 
  “Need help with the zipper again?” she teased me and I merely snorted, my mood not alleviated. And I had a feeling it wouldn’t anytime soon, not until I could figure out what the Hell was missing.
 
  “Very funny,” I said, my voice monotone. I kept my eyes on the suitcase even when she entered my room and went digging in my closet unprompted, pulling out several articles of clothing before shaking her head and putting them back. “I already got everything packed up. I don’t need you adding more weight to my bag.”
 
  “Then what’re you glaring for?” Powder sighed. “Y’know, no matter how long you stare at it, it’s not gonna zip itself, get up, and start talkin’ to ya.”
 
  Her voice was muffled as her head went back into my clothes. What she was looking for, I don’t entirely know. But she kept digging and digging until she found some shoes, pulling them out next for inspection. It wasn’t too uncommon for her to ridicule my fashion taste and dress me up in what she thought was much better. But despite the fact I’d usually protest, I was too tired to fight her on it then, and just let her presumably plan all my outfits despite the fact I already packed everything I needed away.
 
  “Do you 
  
    not 
  
  wanna go?” she asked, getting comfy on the ground with the shoes.
 
  “No– I– I 
  
    do 
  
  want to go but…” I trailed off, trying to figure out how to put my thoughts into words.
 
  “
  
    But…?”
  
   
 
  “Something is… missing.”
 
  “Oh— well, hey don’t look at me,” my sister shrugged, putting her hands up defensively. “I haven’t stolen 
  
    any 
  
  of your jewelry… 
  
    this time
  
  .”
 
  “
  
    No
  
  , Pow,” I firmly said, resting my head against my hand where my elbow was propped up on the arm of the chair. “I feel like I’m supposed to be bringing.. Something else, I dunno…”
 
  “What, like a wedding present?”
 
  I snapped up and looked at my sister on the floor, my eyes widening. 
 
  
    Of course! 
  
 
  
    A wedding present!
  
 
  How could I have been so blind to it? Everyone brings wedding presents; that’s like, the one thing I’d enjoy from my own wedding if I ever did get married. But at this point, it’s rather unlikely. It felt like such an obvious answer that it must’ve been so painfully clear how tired I was emotionally and physically. I could likely count the grand total of hours of sleep I got that week on just my two hands, and my face reflected it.
  
     
  
 
  
    Oh well, y’know?
  
 
  Caitlyn was just going to have to deal with the dark purple, deep eye bags I earned every time she looked at me. If she did at all. I still had real doubt that she’d even acknowledge me.
 
  “Oh my god, you’re 
  
    right!”
  
 
  “Hold on,” Powder smiled, now patting the floor around her. “Let me find my phone so I can record you saying that again.”
 
  I didn’t respond to her quip, as most of the time we slid by each other's snide remarks. My mind was more focused on the new task at hand. However, I deflated almost as fast as I perked up.
 
  “But,” I thought aloud. “We need to leave for the airport in a few 
  
    hours
  
  , and God knows I can’t afford anything fancy enough…”
 
  My dejected expression fell over me again as quickly as it had left in the first place. Not only was a wedding gift an obvious answer to my dilemma, but it took my brain way longer than necessary to remember how rich she was. How high her standards were. I threw out all the memories and times Caitlyn had told me it’s only the heart and thought that counts, and she never cared about any kind of price tag. Knowing that her parents were letting her get married to a woman meant one thing and one thing only to them. 
 
  It was a business opportunity, as this 
  
    Victoria 
  
  was likely the heir to some large ass company that makes the plastic bags of soap people use for public bathrooms or something dumb like that. Something small that we never think about using, but meanwhile made someone else incredibly rich. This was a rich power couple, and it was very likely Caitlyn’s taste changed, and she refused to dip below a certain price now. I wouldn’t be surprised. Being surrounded by five stars all the time like it was normal really made those three star things seem like total and complete sh@t.
 
  Basically, I had little to no hope I could get anything worthy of her time.
 
  “
  
    Oh!
  
   Wait, wait– I think there’s an online registry website they put on the back of the invites,” Powder got up, talking as she walked from my room to the kitchen just around the corner. I heard her yell 
  
    ‘ah-hah!’ 
  
  and soon enough she was back with the lacey, pearly cardstock outstretched to me. “It also says that gifts are quote, 
  
    appreciated, but not required
  
  , unquote. So you actually don’t have to worry about it.”
 
  “Huh,” I breathed. Taking the card, it was heavier than I was expecting it to be, but I suppose that comes from the gratuitous amount of cr@p on it. The website was indeed on the back like Powder had said, and I quickly pulled out my phone to visit the site. “Still kinda wanna get her something… feels like a d@ck move not to show up with a gift.”
 
  I started mumbling towards the end of my sentence as I got on the website and started scrolling through my options. Most things were already purchased for the pair, leaving me with little to pick from.
 
  “But you 
  
    are 
  
  a d@ck, Vi,” Pow insulted me, going back to inspecting my shoes on the ground. “Which is ironic considering how insanely lesbian you are.”
 
  “Oh, fuck off,” I chuckled. We were close enough together that I could reach out with my foot and give her a small shove, to which she laughed back and swatted me away.
 
  “Gross!!” she yelled, but continued to giggle despite her best efforts. 
 
  “I think you should take these,” Powder went on once she caught her breath, holding up one of my two pairs of dress shoes. Both brand new, purchased for a special occasion, and one pair worn only once for that very meeting. One to talk to Caitlyn’s parents before she broke up with me. I stuffed them in my closet, hoping they’d never resurface and be buried forever. Alas, there was Powder, holding them up to me before setting them in my suitcase and zipping it for me. I only sighed and grumbled something I couldn’t tell you even if I tried, my memory failing in that sense. I only kept scrolling, quickly realizing I couldn’t afford anything left. So, sucking in a breath I stood and made to leave and go to the store.
 
  “Cheap and weird it is,” I said to myself, to which I heard Powder concur behind me as she followed me to the door. She however threw herself onto our couch while I shoved my feet into my boots.
 
  “Don’t take too long,” Powder yawned as she talked. “If we don’t get to the airport six hours before our flight we’ll miss it!”
 
  Chuckling at her joke, I reassured her, then out into the cold early spring I went.'
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