Mary Margaret had just finished unpacking her first set of boxes for the house she grew up in, which she was moving back into to continue her father's late business. Last night had been one of full emotion, and she smirked, her lips tugging upwards as she saw the cup of what used to be coffee on the desk, where she sat up from, seeing the pictures splayed out in a random frenzy, and last night came reeling back to her.
"Daddy.. No." Her 5 year old voice chimed through the speakers of her flatscreen, and a man's low laugh could be heard. "Oh Mary, you can't be scared. It's just a little dragonfly." "Daddy!" She squealed loudly, as the bug shifted it's wings on her little chubby finger. The video continued the same for about 5 minutes, and Mary found herself bawling her eyes out.
That morning seemed dull, and she groaned as she remembered the reunion. "Ah, fuck me." She grumbled, putting her cup in the sink to be put off until later. She hastily dressed herself in some old clothes she wasn't particularly fond of. It was a loose-fitting shirt that she felt comfy in, and looser jeans, which had a few rips and tears in the lower legs. With a beanie peeled over her head, she left the house she fondly adored, and walked down aways to the quaint "Lucy's Cafe". After greeting the humble woman behind the counter who'd sworn she'd seen her before, Mary smiled pleasantly and retreated to an empty table by the window, where she looked out it, sipping her coffee casually, yawning tiredly, her face still wet, and she not caring.