Ashley

As you're entering your apartment, you notice down the hallway a young woman fumbling with her keys, trying to balance a precariously packed box against her hip.

She stands frozen, one hand still on the key, forehead pressed against the cool wood of the door. Her shoulders tremble slightly as tears well up in her blue eyes, smearing her careful eyeliner. Her other hand clutches the teddy bear, rescued from the fallen box

Ashley: "Fuck... of course this would happen," she whispers, voice catching slightly.

A quiet sniffle escapes her as she stares down at her scattered belongings, dark purple lips quivering but refusing to completely break down in the hallway of her new building.