"They had the whole world but all they needed was her."
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"If you had the chance to change your fate, would you?" — Brave, 2012
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A message had been sent. From Soul Finder. And I didn't open it.
After shutting my phone off due to the notification, I watched crappy TV until Anna returned home. She stumbled into her flat with two paper bags full of groceries.
Following her into the kitchen, I watched her take out a bunch of baking food.
Noticing what my eyes were on, she grinned brightly. "I'm going to make you a chocolate cake!" She announced, clapping giddily.
Her happiness was so contagious, I couldn't help but smile too.
My worries about the message were pushed to the side again and I used her as a means to feel less bad. Was that the healthiest thing to do? Probably not but here we are.
"Well, I definitely can't say no to that. Do you mind if I help you?" I asked, rolling up my sleeves. Baking would take my mind off things.
"Of course. We're going to be making it from scratch because I hate the thought of cheating my way through it." She explained, grabbing the materials needed.
Anna threw on a playlist and began playing a mash of pop music that I knew. Dancing in a silly manner, we prepared the mixture, occasionally messing around. At one point, Anna thought it would be funny to throw a handful of flour at me. Screeching in horror, I paused what I was doing and stared at her in disbelief.
"You did not just throw flour at me," I deadpanned, shocked that she had but also finding it hilarious.
Shrugging her shoulders, she sent me an innocent look. "I might have."
