A/N: This was requested aeons ago, and I regret never getting to this prompt. Hopefully the anon out there is still around so they can accept my apology.
I have been terrible about writing every day. To absolve my sins, here is an angsty drabble to make you hate me even more.
Enjoy! (?)
Some days, in a big city with little dreams, April wonders: would it be different?
Would her secretarial position at some blah blah blah boring marketing company be something else? If she wasn't in Indianapolis, would life be different at all? Sure, she enjoys her life in her minuscule apartment with a roommate she hates. It's great, she says to her parents without the faintest trace of assurance.
If she hadn't actually come here, then she wouldn't be able to go out to that sushi place down the street. It's just on the corner between her favorite coffee stop and her apartment building.
Surely, her life is going the plaintive, dull normal.
It's convenient, isn't it?
It's all plain here, but with no use for her savings stockpiling April isn't sure what else there is in life to enjoy at all. She surely couldn't go back to Pawnee, talk to the people who have no doubt moved on by now. That was a time past, surely.
Surely, she couldn't finish that text that's been a draft for going on a year and a half.
Surely, he wouldn't want to speak to her.
April takes the globe she bought at an antique store out of the blue and spins it. Planting her finger on the random location, stopping the globe's revolutions, she looks up the cheapest flights and hotels in Iceland afterwards. This life... life, she chuckles to herself.
This life is easier. Surely, it must be.