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Slipping into her favourite animal print, peep toe kitten heels was how Katie got through the days.
They made her feel sexy, the way she felt when his hands used to brush across the skin of her stomach, when his lips used to tenderly press against the nape of her neck, when his eyes used to smile into hers. They also added a good three inches onto her otherwise petite frame, making her feel like she could dip her manicured fingertips into the sky.
These days, Katie liked to feel tall and invincible. That way, she almost felt prepared to fight the crushing, agonising, torturing grief that gripped her by the throat and plagued her sleepless nights.
Almost.
Katie often found herself staring at her reflection as she got dolled and dressed for work.
She found that if she stared long and hard enough, her face almost started to feel foreign. Like it wasn't hers. Like it was somebody else's.
A stranger's.
With saddened eyes paired with dark, purple bags. She took pity on that stranger. They looked so lost, and alone, and abandoned.
Katie did the same with her life. If she passed through the days thinking and observing long and hard, her kitten heels felt a little larger, her clothes felt a little looser, her skin felt fit to peel away. Voices became hazy, faces became blurred, and Katie wasn't Katie. She was just a void. A body with no soul.
Because with souls came memories. And with memories came him .
With memories came Freddie.
And that's when she'd feel the stab of mind-blinding pain.
"Ems," Katie called urgently. "Ems."
Her twin appeared in the doorway, eyes clouded over with restless sleep, nose wrinkled in surprise at Katie's naked body. "For fuck sake Katie, put some fucking clothes on."
Katie didn't turn to her sister, she continued to focus on the mirror. She could see the stranger blinking back furious tears. She could feel the stranger's hands balling into stricken fists. She could hear the stranger's heart splitting in two.
And then the crushing, agonising, torturing grief came, and suddenly, Katie wasn't a stranger anymore.
Katie was real.
"Jesus," Emily cried, launching herself forward to grab Katie's arm as she sank to her knees. The venomous tears rolled down her face, and she started to scream.
Katie screamed and screamed.
She screamed for Cook.
She screamed for Effy.
She screamed for Freddie.
And she screamed because she was helpless.
Not even the stranger could bring Freddie back.