After a long, leisurely drive to the local Wal-Mart in your obnoxiously colored Dodge Challenger, you and Rose finally arrive in the parking lot and make your way into the store. Not before bickering about saving money and a bit of a feelings jam, but nonetheless, the two of you make it in.
After Rose gets the cart and you take a minute to reply to a few texts, you realize that you probably should have made some sort of a shopping list. It’s too late now, though. You’ll just have to wing it.
SOO, w)(ere to first? Soda or somefin along t)(ose lines, maybay?
You yawn for the third time in the last ten minutes, but still manage to nod. You’re starting to feel a bit delirious. The sooner you can get back to Feferi’s home, and a comfy bed, the better.
An idea crosses your mind. It’s not exactly like you, but you want to do it anyway. So, you decide you will.
Yes, the soda isle will prove fruitful, I’m sure. If you could go pick up some soda, I’ll go get some other groceries.
You turn to leave for the frozen foods isle, sending a quick smile Feferi’s way.
You absolutely hated super-markets. The fish they had was atrocious at best, and you hated the way they treated the lobsters. You don’t even want to get started on the sushi. You run your fingers through your hair as you put something into the basket.
wwell, that’s one thing off the list.
You mumble to yourself and then begin to head down the soda isle, then you just stiffened. Froze like the cod they served in the deli. Because standing in front of you, holy carp, was Feferi. As in, your old moirail Feferi. As in, the one you killed.