Drawing lines.

She walked out with an increased pace, widening her strides with the hopes of Harry not being able to catch up with her, she did not need any more forms of disturbance from him. His existence, plainly, was a form of disturbance itself. She walked through the corridor trying t remember where she'd seen the vending machine, it was definitely downstairs but everything seemed so similar. The whole of the hospital was smeared with white paint, a bright color that somehow spreads positivity, only the appliances were of different colors.

Harry was not in sight, and she was grateful for that. Maybe he got the message and decided to leave her be. Her happiness didn't last a second.

"Over here." Harry called out from a corner of the hospital, standing before the vending machine. "I found it. I figured it would be better if we split up to find it, it was easier that way." He ranted, his hands tucked in his pocket.

We? There was no we. Maria had two options, to walk away ignoring him lik