Hey everyone! Another long hiatus I'm sorry. Sometimes ideas don't come for a while, you know? And this little chapter just came to me today. Anyways, I hope you can forgive me and you enjoy. TWs as usual.

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The day started out pretty good.

Tilly had begun to get into a routine, and tried to follow it as much as she could. When the routine was in place, she felt better about the day.

She set her alarm, slept through it maybe twice before waking up. She would fiddle on her phone whilst she properly woke up. Get up and get ready for the day. She would even make breakfast most days.

A couple days a week, she would go and work with Simone at the food truck, and the other days she would at least try and do one productive thing before settling at either the bar or home for the day.

She didn't have work today and she'd decided on her productive thing for the day being a nice walk.

It was chilly out, so she layered up with a flannel, cardigan and her trusty coat.

She packed her reusable grocery bags, figuring that her walk could take her past her the cute little store and then that would be two productive things.

Heading outside, she took a deep breath of the cool air. It was cold for sure, but the sky was blue and the sun was shining. It was a beautiful day.

Feeling good, despite the tiredness always lingering around, she had a definitive pep to her step.

She stopped a couple of times on her way; unpacking homemade cookies and handing them to Frank, the lovely homeless man that stayed down the street, petting the kitties that she came across, bending to pick some wild daisies.

When she came to the grocery store, she picked up her usual marmalade sandwiches from the counter and packed her bags with fresh produce; excited to make a nice dinner for her girlfriend. Takeout was great, especially when she was feeling bad, but she was feeling good and Margot deserved a nice meal.

When the shopping was done, Tilly headed to the bar. She had her new colouring book packed, her journal, the book she was currently reading, and her best pens. The same things she would be doing at home, but sometimes getting out of the house was good.

Margot was working most of the day, but the girl would sit with her on her breaks.

Tilly had the money now to buy her own drinks, and would have a steady stream of them throughout the day, and the bar food was pretty damn good. Her sandwiches were only her snack.

She settled into her usual corner, in the comfy chairs towards the back of the bar.

She spread her journal and pens across the table, placing her coat over the back of the chair before heading over to the bar.

It was only about eleven am, so the place was kind of empty as the woman tapped her fingers against the bar.

Kelly smiled as she saw her, waving and coming over.

"Hey, Tilly. How's your morning?" She asked, already filling up a glass with OJ; it was always Tilly's first order.

"Good," the girl grinned, "nice. I had a walk and got some groceries for when Margot comes over tonight."

"That does sound nice," Kelly hummed, sliding the drink over to her.

Tilly counted out her change and handed it over as she popped a straw from her bag into the drink; reusable of course.

"Where is Margot?" She asked softly as she took a sip of the juice.

Kelly glanced behind her, brows furrowing a little. "She should be out here by now. Why don't you go on back, I can keep an eye on your stuff."

With a soft nod, a little worried, she stepped behind the bar and into the back room.

"Margot?" She asked softly, heading through to the break room. She knocked softly, frowning as a little sob echoed from within.

She pushed the door open, tentatively stepping inside. "Mar?" She asked softly.

Margot lifted her head slowly, tear tracks down her face.

In seconds, Tilly was beside the woman, arms wrapping around her. "Oh, Mar, you're okay." She whispered. "What's wrong, love?"

Margot sniffled, burying her face against Tilly's neck. "I don't," she hiccuped softly, "I don't know."

"You're okay," Tilly brushed through the other woman's hair, holding her close. "Everyone had bad moments, everyone had bad days. There isn't always an answer, love, you know that."

She adjusted their position, squeezing down into the seat beside Margot, having the other woman nearly completely sit on her lap.

Her arms wound around her, pulling Margot close to her chest. "You're going to be okay. Do you want to talk about it?"

Margot shivered and squeezed her eyes shut, pressing her face into her palms. "I just...I'm not feeling so good," she said quietly, "I'm just...sad. Frustrated. I don't even know what about, I don't know what's wrong." More tears spilled out down the womans cheeks.

Tilly carried on brushing through her hair. "That's okay. Not knowing is okay, what you're feeling is okay. Why don't we... I know I put a lot on you, love, why don't we look at getting you someone to talk to?" She suggested softly. "It helps and maybe they can help you realise what's going on?" Margot had been getting like this more and more often and Tilly knew the signs of depression far too well.

Margot sighed, tiredly rubbing her hands over her eyes. "Maybe." Is all she said, leaning heavily against Margot.

"Maybe is all I ask, love. That you just think about it, yeah?" The blonde squeezed the other woman tight.

"I will." Margot nodded, sniffling and looking up at Tilly, a watery smile on her face.

"Now, why don't we go ask your mum if you can have an hour to have some brunch with me, hmm? Are you in the mood for eggs? I'm in the mood for eggs."

Margot laughed softly, leaning up to press a kiss to Tilly's jaw. "Eggs sound great. Did you bring our lists?"

"I did. You want to write something new?" She asked softly.

"Reasons why I love you."