Come Here and Save Me.

Part 9

Chloe:

Flicking through the numerous amounts of clothes hanging in the closet, I finally settled on the white lace summer dress. Slipping into it, I finished applying the last strokes of needed mascara and added a slight blush to my cheekbones in order to raise the colour in my currently lifeless cheeks. I’d applied a minimal amount of foundation beforehand in order to add some glow to my over tired skin and glossed my lips a pale pink. I was making an impression in order for those to see past my groggy morning voice and the faint after effects from last nights whine. And with Samantha already in work, all I had to do was avoid the left over whine in the fridge and begin my journey to the record store. Which however, all sounded a lot easier in my mind. Leaving my bedroom, I grabbed the half empty bottle of water off of the table top and hurried out, making sure to lock the door behind me.

It was an unusually warm morning for London, the sun beaming as if evident of summer vastly approaching along with a subtle breeze and calmness that came with the occasional wind. The short walk only ever took a minimum of ten minutes but before the record store, i had one errand to tend to - Drop by the bakery and check on Samantha.
‘Doesn’t somebody look beautiful today.’ She chirped as I fell through the open door. Samantha was definitely a lot more restored now compared to what she was before she left the apartment hours ago.

‘Yes, and that somebody is you!’ I beamed in return, leaning against the counter she was standing behind.

‘Can I have two of your special pink things?’ I asked, taking a note from my purse.



‘Cupcakes Chlo, they’re called cupcakes.’ Sammie giggled,