Living in a Central District apartment really wasn’t as awful as everyone seemed to believe.
Sure, you  had  to  be  careful even  stepping  outside, but.. at least  it was cheap and  Lily
could spend most of her money on better things than just the roof over  her head. Plus, she
didn’t have the stability  to survive anywhere  else when she moved  to Seattle.  The small,
two bedroom apartment was perfect for her and Maze, the little  fur baby that occupied the
space with her.                                                                                                              


Walking through  the front door, you would notice the minimum supply of color in her  living
area. Mostly black and white  furniture, accented  by the hint  of soft toned colors  every so
often. You’ll find countless objects and symbols that  decorate the majority of the  walls and
shelve space. Suns to bring  on a new beginning. Many moons  that represent  transitioning
into  long  term  changes. Lily  absolutely  believes  certain  things  create and  protect  the
energy around you.                                                                                                        

The open area leads you right into the kitchen. Where... yeah, everyone knows  Lily doesn’t
spend much of her time there. The only  important note to keep would  be the liquor bottles
aligning the top of the cabinets. Two wide doors that lead to the sh*ttiest balcony you’d ever
see. With  the best  view  of the apartment building right across  the alley. Sometimes,  she
tests her luck and ventures out to mess with the crackheads lurking below.                        

If anything was even close to sacred to the girl, it was her bedroom. The first place she  had
all to herself, where she wasn’t forced to be or shared with someone she had to regret. Much
like the  living room, Wiccan  symbols plague  the walls. Along  with a  portrait of one of her
idols  — Stevie  Nicks. Dark aesthetics  poisoned by the  light  of her walls, just like her  own
self.  Straight  across  the hall  is the freshness of  energy  radiating from Maze’s room.  Fully
furnished, just to her liking. The softest bed in the apartment, and she still chooses to huddle
beside Lily at night.