Ellie follows Ana and Zadie up the stairs, clutching her coffee like it's a life raft. She's exhausted, overwhelmed, and trying very hard to look normal.
Zadie unlocks the door with a flourish.
"Welcome to Casa del Chaos!"
"Please don't call it that."
They step inside.
The apartment is exactly what you'd expect:
plants everywhere (Ana)106Please respect copyright.PENANAT7xFsWKuNh
mismatched throw pillows (Zadie)106Please respect copyright.PENANAGc2OZdMCSH
a candle burning that smells like "forest witch" (Ana)106Please respect copyright.PENANAPurw85YDxS
a half‑finished craft project on the table (Zadie)
Ellie drops onto the couch like her bones have given up.
Pluto immediately jumps up beside her — he knows this place like home.
"Okay! Story time. Why do you look like a Victorian orphan who's seen too much?"
"I'm just tired."
Ana gives her a look — the kind that says I know that's a lie but I'll let you have it.
Zadie plops down next to Ellie, way too close, legs criss‑crossed like a kid at story hour.
"Do you want tea? Snacks? A blanket? Emotional support? A sword?"
Ana looks annoyed and confused. "Why would she need a sword?"
"You never know."
Ellie laughs — a tiny, tired sound — and leans back into the couch.
Ruth isn't here, but her presence is felt; there's a Tupperware container on the counter labeled "For the girls — don't let Zadie eat all of it."
Ana heads to the kitchen.
"I'm making tea."
"You don't have to—"
"I'm making tea."
Zadie leans over, whispering loudly:
"That's her love language."
Ana shouts from the kitchen:
"I can hear you."
Zadie grins.
Ellie is sipping her tea, finally starting to relax, when Ana opens the fridge to grab something.
She freezes.
"...Zadie."
Zadie perks up from the couch.
"Yes, my love?"
"Why is there... a single slice of pizza... in a bowl... floating in water."
Ellie chokes on her tea.
Zadie shrugs like this is normal.
"I was defrosting it."
"It wasn't frozen."
"It felt frozen emotionally."
Ana closes her eyes like she's praying for strength.
"You cannot keep doing this. The fridge is not a science experiment."
"It's not an experiment if it works!"
"It does not work."
They start bickering — not mean, just classic sitcom roommate chaos.
Zadie defending her "methods."106Please respect copyright.PENANAlE8t6rj8Ub
Ana lecturing like she's on a cooking show.106Please respect copyright.PENANAGwzfJW1UZN
Pluto watching like it's his favorite soap opera.
Ellie sits there, blinking, overwhelmed but also... weirdly at home.
Finally, she speaks up — quiet, tentative.
"...you could just put labels on the shelves?"
Ana and Zadie both stop.
They look at her.106Please respect copyright.PENANAtqXpVdyXsB
Then at each other.106Please respect copyright.PENANAw15JmpJH0T
Then back at her.
"...that's actually a good idea."
"Yeah! Like 'Zadie Shelf' and 'Ana Shelf' and 'Do Not Put Pizza In Water Shelf'!"
Ana sighs, but she's smiling.
"Fine. We'll try it."
Ellie shrugs, suddenly shy.
"It was just a thought."
Zadie beams at her like she just solved world peace.
"Ellie, you're a genius. You should live here."
Ana shoots Zadie a look — not annoyed, just startled by how true that sounds.
Ellie laughs it off, but there's a flicker in her eyes —106Please respect copyright.PENANA7ZDtazrgQ2
a tiny, aching wish she tries to swallow down.
The goose argument fizzles out.106Please respect copyright.PENANAm0jZkObJvt
The fridge‑label solution has been accepted like a peace treaty.106Please respect copyright.PENANA5pZmoeQiJ0
Zadie is humming to herself, reorganizing the pillows in a way that makes no sense.106Please respect copyright.PENANAosWQ5IR6WC
Ana is wiping down the counter even though it's already clean.
Ellie sinks deeper into the couch, Pluto curled in her lap like a warm loaf.
For a moment, everything is still.
"You want lunch? We have leftovers."
"We have mystery leftovers."
"We have perfectly normal leftovers. Zadie has mystery leftovers."
Zadie shrugs proudly.
"Chaos is a seasoning."
Ellie smiles, but it's tired — the kind of tired that sits behind the eyes.
Ana notices.106Please respect copyright.PENANAUWANzdOhaz
Of course she does.
She sits on the arm of the couch, close but not crowding.
"You okay?"
Ellie nods too quickly.
"Yeah. Just... long day."
Ana doesn't push.106Please respect copyright.PENANA7IsYmScCEc
She just hums in that way she does when she knows someone is lying but loves them too much to call it out.
Zadie plops onto the rug, stretching like a cat.
"Let's do something fun! Movie? Board game? Summon a demon?"
"No demons."
"Fine. Uno."
Ellie laughs — a small, real sound — and that's enough for Zadie to beam like she caused world peace.
Zadie starts pulling out the Uno deck.106Please respect copyright.PENANAD3ZLVvrzQR
Ana grabs snacks.106Please respect copyright.PENANAPuRQ7rJ6RU
Pluto hops off Ellie's lap to investigate the coffee table.
Ellie watches them move around the apartment — the easy rhythm, the familiar chaos, the way they fill the space without thinking.
She feels it again:106Please respect copyright.PENANAWrJ0NIDbAO
that ache in her chest, the one that says I wish I belonged somewhere like this.
She doesn't say it.106Please respect copyright.PENANAJMES2dgj8q
She doesn't have to.
Ana sits beside her, handing her a handful of pretzels.
"You're sitting out?"
"No. I'll play."
Zadie gasps dramatically.
"Ellie joining a game voluntarily? Mark your calendars!"
Ellie rolls her eyes, but she's smiling.
They settle in.106Please respect copyright.PENANAM8cV1aVy2h
Cards shuffle.106Please respect copyright.PENANAqCO8tkNash
Zadie talks too much.106Please respect copyright.PENANAiDIJgosem7
Ana shushes her.106Please respect copyright.PENANAai2DZCh0xV
Pluto sits directly on the draw pile.
And Ellie...106Please respect copyright.PENANAs83YpqIk6s
Ellie feels something she hasn't felt all day.
Safe.
***
Ellie leaves Ana and Zadie's apartment with Pluto tucked under one arm and a leftover container Ana forced on her. The hallway feels colder than it did on the way in.
She walks home slowly, dragging her feet like she's trying to delay the inevitable.
The door creaks open.106Please respect copyright.PENANAzHbpUCR7ZI
The apartment is dim, quiet, and too still — the opposite of the warm chaos she just left.
Ellie sets her keys down.106Please respect copyright.PENANAbeF1pwJLEy
Pluto trots inside like he owns the place.
She stands in the doorway for a moment, staring at the space that suddenly feels smaller than it did this morning.
The eviction notice is still on the counter.106Please respect copyright.PENANAvxbYKCoGpc
She avoids looking at it.
She puts the leftovers in the fridge.106Please respect copyright.PENANAI55ygewOmd
The fridge hums loudly, like it's judging her.
She sits on the couch.106Please respect copyright.PENANAxCEWMMDEqE
Pluto jumps into her lap immediately.
Ellie exhales — long, shaky.
"I'm fine. I'm totally fine."
Pluto blinks at her like he knows she's lying.
Ellie pulls the eviction notice toward her, smoothing the creases.106Please respect copyright.PENANAC5ptNs2zFi
She reads it again even though she knows every word.
"I don't know what to do."
She folds it back up.106Please respect copyright.PENANADCotl6ehqE
Puts it under a stack of mail.106Please respect copyright.PENANAzth8tE0flR
As if hiding it makes it less real.
She curls up on the couch, hugging her knees.106Please respect copyright.PENANAl0ZVt2O23X
The apartment feels too quiet.106Please respect copyright.PENANAfoakN1A9h2
Too empty.106Please respect copyright.PENANAM5VTys3imh
Too much like she's failing.
Her phone buzzes.
A text from Zadie:106Please respect copyright.PENANAQCVHEQcQ4F
"UNO rematch tomorrow???"
Another from Ruth:106Please respect copyright.PENANAnjOHPHVt8N
"Eat something real tonight."
And then Ana:106Please respect copyright.PENANAlLptJmXCPI
"Let me know when you get home."
Ellie stares at that one the longest.
She types:106Please respect copyright.PENANAzyDXMYP5Tm
"Home. All good."
She deletes "all good."106Please respect copyright.PENANA8wuTdlQage
Re‑types it.106Please respect copyright.PENANA4otCfMd1uw
Sends it.
She puts the phone face‑down. Sighs.
***
A soft knock at the door.
Ellie freezes.
Another knock — gentle, familiar.
"Ellie? Can I come in?"
It's Ana.
Ellie's breath catches.106Please respect copyright.PENANAlbPldUwu5a
She wipes her face even though she isn't crying.106Please respect copyright.PENANAzvszXaA0Tc
She opens the door.
Ana stands there with a small bag of groceries — nothing dramatic, just essentials.
"You left your scarf."
Ellie looks down.106Please respect copyright.PENANAIhlrCr9D2u
She's not wearing a scarf.
Ana holds it up anyway.
Ellie knows what this is.106Please respect copyright.PENANAuazl9UstdC
Ana knows she knows.
"You didn't have to come all the way here."
"I know."
Ana steps inside.106Please respect copyright.PENANArYelxkBkAI
She doesn't ask questions.106Please respect copyright.PENANAoCDbPZxIiz
She doesn't push.
She just sets the groceries on the counter and starts putting things away like it's the most normal thing in the world.
Ellie stands there, overwhelmed.
"Ana..."
Ana turns, soft and steady.
"You don't have to tell me anything. I just didn't want you to be alone tonight."
Ellie's throat tightens.
Pluto weaves between their legs like he approves.
Ellie nods — small, grateful, undone.
Ana gives her a tiny smile.
"Come sit. I brought tea."
Ellie sits beside her on the couch.106Please respect copyright.PENANAkx9umEJFAP
Ana hands her a mug.106Please respect copyright.PENANAD0G57tTeXB
They sit in silence — warm, safe, enough.
Ellie and Ana sit on the couch, tea cooling in their hands.106Please respect copyright.PENANAvkdn0uP7cu
The apartment is dim and too quiet — the kind of quiet that makes the walls feel closer.
Ellie is trying to look normal.106Please respect copyright.PENANAFnKdBC7VyE
Ana is trying not to stare at how not normal Ellie looks.
Then—
A sharp knock at the door.
Ellie goes rigid.
Ana looks over, confused.
Another knock.106Please respect copyright.PENANAPKapiBPmoZ
Harder.
"Are you expecting someone?"
Ellie shakes her head, panic rising in her throat.
The knock comes again.
"Miss Ellis? We need to discuss the notice."
Ellie's breath stutters.106Please respect copyright.PENANAIAkphAadQh
Her eyes go wide — terrified, caught.

