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While her flat was fully furnished inside, she didn't really care. Merope had just finished cleaning the building and she put her apron and cleaning materials in the kitchen, taking a shower to clean off her filth from the working. When she finished, she put her hair up in a towel and put on just a robe and a pair of slippers. Once she was out, she rested her body on the luxurious sofa with a sigh and she had fallen into a light sleep.

Merope never really fell into a deep sleep right away.


The girl curled up in a slight ball, clutching onto a pillow. While it wasn't warm, it was nice. She wouldn't lie, living in a nice home again was rather nice.

After almost three weeks, Merope was still morning the death of her child during the afterbirth. She went slightly manic over it and felt that she could sink no lower, she was begging for food and whoring a little so she had a place to sleep when it was really cold. While she didn't look particularly dirty, her clothes were far too worn and the only coat she had was Tom's old coat that he left behind and a pair of his shoes that had outlasted her own.

She was standing near an alleyway and the black haired girl didn't ask for money, just food. She was relatively small and although she was considered an adult, her body size, youth and height worked for her favour letting people believe that she was at least five years younger than she truly was.

While she stood there, a man came walking by and politely, meekly tugged his jacket,"..D..Do you have any food, sir?" Merope asked the old man, who just gave her a discouraging pat on the head, shook his own and kept on walking by.