EMMA'S POV

I was in the mood for snacks-pure, comforting snacks. The kind that made you feel like everything was alright in the world, even if it wasn't. So, I headed out on my own to a nearby store, humming lightly to myself as I picked up a tub of chocolate ice cream, my favorite buttery cookies, sour gummies, and a little pack of instant noodles. Don't judge. A girl's gotta survive.

The cashier gave me a weird look for my chaotic mix of sugar and salt, but I simply smiled, paid, and stepped ...