It was nice being alone, one can just be themselves right? Right...Wrong…Yes…No.<br/>Her mind couldn’t figure out what it wanted, whether Prim should be herself or hide everything. Whether one should even be comfortable in the protection of their own homes or not.<br/>Work had been over for hours and yet, Primrose still felt that pinch of discomfort. It was implanted in her mind, the moment that had taken place between Miss Eve and Primrose, the one that sent signs to her.  The signs were very clear.<br/>“Primrose, I’m not interested.”<br/>That’s what the signs were saying, screaming it almost. Those damn signs! They were rubbing it in her face. How dare they do such a cruel thing.<br/>Primrose’s cats watched their mater pace around the living room, ranting on about the stuff she should had said. She growled in frustration, her pacing sped up.<br/>“Why is it so hard to speak the words on your mind! You can do it! You know how to speak, you have been doing since the age of two. So get it right. You do have the power…..Or not.” Primrose lectured, she whispered the last part to herself and stopped pacing near her couch.<br/>Annoyed, Primrose threw herself on the couch and picked up one of her most beloved cats. She stared into the cat’s eyes, oddly enough, it brought her comfort. She smiled. There was nothing to fear, the week after next week, Eve would be back. If Eve never talked to Prim again, that would be fine. She could stare at her face from a distance. Dream about the moments that will never take place, humans did those kinds of stuff all the time, dream? Well the last Primrose checked, she was still human.<br/>Primrose picked up a letter that was on the table. It was different from the rest, the letter was written, unlike the other letters which were typed.<br/>Primrose ripped it open and skimmed over it.<br/>“Fantastic…My debt to foreign assholes is over. I don’t have to watch my back at night and I don’t have to go to work….Binge drinking time.” She grinned as she stood up, heading to the fridge. She grabbed a beer, opened it and downing it quickly.<br/>At one point, Prim was the life of the party. She used to go to wild parties and always end up leaving the party with a few less clothes. It was the wild parties that got her in the most trouble. That’s what she loved so much about parties….<br/><br/>Friday night passed quickly with the help of the alcohol no less, Saturday morning though. That was another story, Saturday is hell. Primrose slowly woke up, groaning as she did so. She ended up half on the couch and half off of it. Her head pounded, why she deiced to drink? The answer for that was undisposed at the moment.<br/>Screw it! She refused to move, her head shall not allow such a thing to go down. Primrose rolled over on her side and continued to sleep.<br/><br/>Primrose showed up for work on Monday but appeared more depressed than normal. How could she survive without seeing that sweet face. It was a bitter-sweet, she loved the fact she didn’t have to embarrass herself in front of Eve again but hated the fact her crush was gone. Even Primrose wasn’t good at it and messed up a lot.<br/><br/>Lucky for Prim the week had gone by fast, she had survived to Friday, tomorrow Eveline would be back. Thinking about that face…It made Primrose mad with happiness.<br/>‘…..Tomorrow…’ Primrose thought, a small smile appearing on her face.