physiotherapy | awsten knight

2: awsten

October 7th, 10 weeks before the incident

He was panting heavily, sweat ran down his forehead and his feet crashed straight against the rough pavement, all while his heart was racing.

He came to a stop at the door. He fished out his keys from his sweatpant's pocket and shakily inserted it into the hole. He pushed the heavy door open and trudged up the stairs panting.

Awsten sighed in relief, when the familiar smell of his apartment surrounded him. Exhausted, he pulled off his tight sweatshirt. Still breathless, he laid down in the middle of his living room. He stretched for a couple of minutes until he had calmed down from his activity earlier.

With weary muscles, he pushed himself off of the floor and made his way over to the kitchen to eagerly down a bottle of water. Some droplets didn't make it into his mouth, but they danced down to his throat and collarbones. He rolled his neck to relief some tension while he turned on a cold shower.

After cleaning and cooling himself down, he felt awake, but spent at the same time. But most importantly, his head felt relieved and free.
When he had finished having breakfast, it was only 10am, but he loved starting his mornings getting up early and being productive.

Awsten sat down at his dining table and took out his laptop and indulged in studying for an upcoming test about anatomy. He always felt like his brain is going to run out of space to remember all of the names for the many muscles at some point, but being active and clearing his head before really helped him.

When he couldn't do no more though, he caught himself just blankly staring at the poster on his wall. Originally, it had been Jawn's idea to buy anatomy-related posters to put up around Awsten's place. Apparently, Jawn did the same for some of his classes and the constant reminder had really helped him study. So, Awsten copied that idea and it was honestly really good, but his head felt full now.

He went into his bedroom then, it had blue walls and his bed had black and white checkered sheets with his cat Jet sprawled out on top of it.
Awsten laid down with her and planted himself head on in her fur. She purred loudly and he thrilled his lips against her to mimic the sound.

"Who's a little princess?", Awsten cooed.
Jet kept purring in response and stretched her paws out.
"Yes, you absolutely are.", he continued.

He checked the time on his watch; he had about one hour until he had to leave for work. To fill the time, he pulled a white electric guitar on his lap and sat cross-legged. He kept replaying the same riff over and over again, but it was fun — to him at least, not so much for Jet, because she left after about one minute.

"You don't appreciate my art.", he accused as she slowly crept across the floor and out of the room.

When his fingers started to hurt from the hard strings, he put the guitar back in its place. Awsten took out his phone and scrolled through social media; replied to a couple of memes Jawn had sent him and replied to a text from his mom asking if he was okay.

Other than that, he shamelessly stalked Cosima's instagram. He had gotten her instagram after she had asked to send him a meme on there. And honestly, he couldn't be happier.

Awsten thought she was pretty, incredibly so. Her instagram just proved that. Something about girls' instagram feeds was always so well done — they always put way more effort into these things than most guys did. Most guys only had about three blurry group pictures with their bros up and the obligatory picture of them holding a fish.