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X- good morning

day 1

At long last (Y/n) reached her room in the attic. She felt like dropping straight to the ground with the exhaustion of the day. It was certainly different from what she was used to.

(Y/n) placed the map atop the chest of drawers. She wanted nothing more than to collapse into bed and wake up somewhere else... Anywhere else that wasn't here or her old apartment.

(Y/n) showered in the attached bathroom, using various soaps and lotions to refresh herself before bed. She felt ill to imagine cameras being set up that could see her and could only hope that the steamed up glass would conceal her nudity.

She changed into the fluffy pyjamas that had been in the drawers. They fit her precisely, elavating Bella's suggestion that all of them had been carefully selected to be here.

She should have been happy, this is what she had wanted all her life: an escape from reality. But (Y/n) was smart enough to know that things were only going to get worse from here.

If yesterday had been the worst day of her life then today was the second worst. That was the thought that she got under the covers with.

Since she was up in the attic just below the eaves of the house she could hear the biting wind that was outside, creating a hissing sound all around the room.

(Y/n) snuggled herself deeper under the duvet, suddenly feeling significantly colder and wondered what the future would hold as her (e/c) eyes fluttered shut.

day 2

(Y/n) was dressed in some clothes for the day as she lethargically walked down to the kitchen, map in hand.

She'd slept surprisingly well last night, she guessed that all the overwhelming realisations of the day knocked her right out.

All of her housemates apart from Eli and Hana were in the kitchen that morning. That didn't shock (Y/n) too much since they both struck her as loners.

"Morning." She smiled tiredly at everyone lounging around the kitchen as Dottie worked on some food on the counter.

Tim looked up from the notebook he was writing in to return (Y/n)'s grin. "Good morning, (Y/n), how did you sleep?"

"Pretty good actually." She mused. "What are you writing?"

"Some notes for a meeting we're having today at nine thirty." He glanced at his watch. "So in an hour's time."

(Y/n) nodded and then turned her gaze away from Tim to lock eyes with Max. He looked at her knowingly. They both knew that Tim lied and the look in Max's eyes seemed to ask (Y/n) if she was going to confront him about it.

She wasn't sure if she wanted to say anything about it. Perhaps if he lied again but for now it was too hard to tell how he'd react.

"I hope you like pancakes!" Dottie called out as she whisked at some batter, a little bit of flour dusted over her face.

(Y/n) giggled at Dottie's appearance. "Love them."

The flour on Dottie's cheeks became accompanied by a blush underneath as she beamed brightly at (Y/n) and got back to cooking.