Kitty’s words stay on my mind for a long time. I think she helped me relieve my feelings a bit, but I’m still not in the best mood. I make myself a hot cocoa, and spend most of the night staring out of the window, at the gardens of my residence, hoping to spot my poor Muffin somewhere…
The next morning, I’m tired, but I get up early to try and look for him again, without success. I do want to feel better, though, so I go home and bake some cinnamon rolls for my colleagues before work. I don’t want to feel down and make everyone worry about me. While they are in the oven, I run to my bathroom. I hide my dark circles with a bit of makeup my sister had gifted me a while ago, and even work on my hairdo a bit more today, taming my curls instead of doing my usual bun. Once in front of my wardro
