Genre: slice of life
“That’s fine. It’s not your fault,” her cousin said as she swept the broken remains of her third teapot this year.
She fidgeted at her wrists. The teapot had slipped off the shelf on its own, but she was sure it wouldn’t have happened if not for her bad luck.
“Get ready. We’re going out after I’m done with this.”
She fled to the guest room, still almost as bare as when she first moved in almost two years ago. It was the longest she had stayed in the same place since the accident, but it wasn’t her room. If her cousin wanted her out, out was where she would go, to another family willing to brave her bad luck. At least for a few months.
Her cousin brought her to a large homeware store stocked with anything to fill every room.
“I’m getting a new teapot. You are getting something for your room. Get a table, a picture, anything that catches your fancy. If you don’t pick something, I’ll pick something hideous to decorate your room.”
For a moment, she could only stare up at her cousin.
The look her cousin was half amused, half pained. Gaze soft, her cousin placed a hand on her head.
“It’s been your room since the day you moved in, silly.”
In the end, she chose a bedside table. Her cousin grumbled at the ridiculous neon purple, but paid for it anyway.
That night, instead of packing all her loose items into her luggage bag inside the wardrobe, she left them on her new table. Even took out her calendar and put it there.
Her lips curled into a helplessly giddy smile and she pulled the blanket over her head, wrapping herself in a dark cocoon.
Warm tears rolled out of her eyes. She couldn’t tell if she was crying from sadness or happiness.