You reach for another cloak and shrug it on, feeling the fabric settle over your shoulders. You adjust it a bit, making sure it's comfortable and secure.
You gather your things, making sure you have everything you need for the day. Hanna watches silently as you prepare to leave, her eyes glued to you as she clutches your jacket to her chest.
You walk to the door, feeling a pang of guilt as you glance back at Hanna, who is still sitting on the couch. She looks so small and lost, her eyes full of worry and loneliness. Yet, despite her fear, she puts on a brave face and gives you a small, forced smile.
Just as you're about to open the door, Hanna's soft voice calls out to you from the couch.
"Wait... before you go..." She says, her voice a little shaky, her small hands clutching your jacket even tighter.
Hanna's request hangs in the air for a moment, her cheeks growing rosy as she gazes up at you with big, hopeful eyes. There's a hint of shyness in her voice as she speaks.
"Can I... can I have a kiss before you go?"
You return to the couch, sitting down next to Hanna. You gently cup her cheeks in your hands, feeling the softness of her skin beneath your fingers. She blushes at your touch, her eyes widening a little.
Your lips lock with hers, and the kiss lasts for a few moments. Hanna melts into it, her small arms wrapping around your neck as she leans into you. Her kiss is hesitant yet full of affection, her body pressed against yours as she clings to you tightly.
Finally, you pull away, your lips breaking apart with a soft, smacking sound. Hanna's face is flushed red, her breath coming in short, shaky gasps. She looks at you with wide, starry eyes, her grip on you still tight as she savors the feeling of your kiss.
Hanna looks up at you as you hold her arm, her expression growing worried. She clings to you, her small hand gripping your sleeve, silently pleading with you not to let go. She looks like she's about to say something, but she hesitates, her eyes darting down to her hand grasping your sleeve.
With some difficulty, you manage to pull your arm away from Hanna's grip. Her fingers slowly release your sleeve, and she looks up at you with a mixture of resignation and disappointment. She tries to put on a brave face, but her expression clearly shows how much she doesn't want you to leave.
Hanna hadn't even realized she was crying until you wiped her tears away with your hand. She looks up at you with wide, watery eyes, her face tear-stained and a little flushed. She blinks at you several times, a few more tears trickling down her cheeks as she tries to collect herself.
"Hanna, I trust you, I believe that you can take care of you and the apartment"
Hanna nods, her eyes still a little watery from crying. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts and nerves.
"I-I can... I'll take care of myself and the apartment," She whispers, her voice a little shaky, but determined.
"Promise?"
Hanna nods vigorously at your question, her eyes meeting yours with sincere determination. She swallows hard, her small hands clenching into fists.
"I promise," She whispers, her voice firm and resolute.
You lean in and kiss Hanna one last time, your lips meeting hers in a soft, gentle kiss. She melts into it, her small hands coming up to rest on your chest as she kisses you back with unexpected intensity.
The kiss lasts for a few precious moments, before you slowly pull away, reluctantly untangling yourself from her embrace.
You give Hanna one last glance, seeing the mixture of worry and determination on her face. You hesitate for a moment, your heart twinging with guilt at the sight of her, but you eventually steel yourself, knowing that you have to go.
You open the door and step out, the sound of the door closing behind you leaving Hanna alone in the apartment.
Hanna stands in the middle of the apartment, her eyes glued to the door you just closed. She feels a sudden, intense sense of loneliness, and she bites her lip, feeling her eyes begin to water again.
She fidgets, glancing about the empty apartment, feeling lost and vulnerable all alone.
Hanna swallows, her mind racing. She knows she promised you that she would be okay, that she could take care of herself and the apartment while you're gone. But now that you're gone, and she's all alone, she feels a wave of fear and doubt washing over her.
She wraps your jacket closer around her, clutching it tight as she tries to calm her racing heart.
The apartment is eerily still, the only sound the ticking of the clock on the wall. Hanna fidgets, her eyes darting around the room as she tries to push away her fear and nervousness. She reminds herself that she's promised you, that she needs to stay strong and take care of herself till you return home.
Hanna forces herself to push away her fear and loneliness, focusing instead on the task at hand. With a deep breath, she walks over to the sink and begins washing the dishes, filling the silence with the steady, rhythmic sound of clinking dishes and running water.
She busies herself with the task, scrubbing the plates and bowls, the hot water and bubbly soap suds helping her feel a tiny bit more centered and calm. She tries to keep her mind off your absence, focusing only on the physical sensations of the cleaning.
Gradually, she finishes washing the dishes, the once-piled-up mess now left sparkling clean in the drying rack. She dries her hands, taking a moment to look around the apartment, feeling a sense of achievement and accomplishment at completing the task.
Hanna looks around the apartment, trying to find the mop. She checks the closet, the storage area, even the bathroom, but she can't seem to find it anywhere. Frustration bubbles up within her, and she lets out a small, frustrated huff.
She stands in the middle of the room, her hands on her hips, as she scans the room once more. There's no sign of the mop, and she's starting to feel a little annoyed. She huffs again, her lip pouting slightly as she contemplates what to do.
Finally, Hanna decides to once more check the bathroom. And sure enough, there it is – the mop, casually leaning against the bathroom wall, blending in so well that it might as well be invisible.
Hanna lets out a short sigh, feeling a little silly. No wonder she hadn't been able to find it – it blended right in.
She grabs the mop and bucket, feeling a mix of relief and annoyance at having to search for it for so long. But now, she can finally get to mopping the floor, making the apartment even more spotless than it already is.
She hums softly to herself as she mops the floor, gliding the mop across the floor in a steady rhythm. She focuses on her task, the repetitive motion of mopping helping to distract her from the silence in the apartment and her lingering sense of loneliness.
As she mops, she starts to feel a sense of satisfaction, seeing the kitchen floor gradually become cleaner and cleaner. The soapy water in the bucket turns a murky gray from the dirt and grime being lifted away, and she continues mopping with a quiet determination.