I get myself dressed, only struggling with putting my bra on for a moment. Buttoning my pants is getting easier, though still not care free, but I managed. I decide on a pair of flat slip on shoes so I won’t have to ask for help. I look at the clock and have time, so I sit at the vanity and undo the braid my mom put in my hair and it actually looks really good as is. I put on a little moisturizer and some light make-up. It feels good to be able to take care of myself today and I look at myself in the mirror pleased.
Stepping into the living room, I find Seth sitting on the couch, reading something on his phone. I pour myself some more coffee and move to sit next to him. He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t move. The silence is making me uncomfortable, and he feels so distant.
