It looked simple and comfy.
Zera found herself appreciating the small apartment where her feet led her. A few photographs were hanging on the wall.
The couch and the cushions were grey and white. So as the painting and most of the furniture.
Nothing looked expensive except for the vase in the middle of the living room. Fresh red roses were on them, contrasting with the grey and white.
Somehow, despite it not being her home, Zera felt like it was. The idea bothered her, but she didn't want to think about it.
She needed to keep in mind that she was not herself. The feelings she has, and the people she keeps interacting with, they were all Avalon's friends and loved ones.
"Living someone else's life sure sucks."
Zera mumbled. She threw the work bag aside, dragging her feet to the bedroom and taking a nice shower.
It was one of the things she craved when they were fighting and running to stay alive.
