Tale As Old As Time

Things You Can Forget

                         Yooa Ito

'Fresh blood drips from my nose.'

She hits it hard. The backspace key rapidly moves as Yooa practically jabs it with her finger. She stares at her laptop's overly bright screen in silence as the clock ticks every second in the background.

Any sane person would want to go to sleep when they're stressed out, any sane person would turn on the lights and do their work in a clean environment.
But to Yooa, that's exactly a psychopath move.
Who can be stressed out, and go to sleep right away without overthinking more? Who can do their work when everything just seems bright and happy in your room? Who can even BE happy, after failing to excel in your law trials for the TENTH time?

Yooa stops to rub her eyes. She then came to realize how stupid it is to even come up with an idea to write novels at 3 AM. An activity once could calm her down, is now stressing her out.

Before she could comprehend what to do, her door flies open.
"What the-?!" she fumbles on her chair and it creaks before the handle snapped and made her fall dramatically on the ground, headfirst.

Everything just went into a blur for a few seconds, before she saw the devil at the door. It's Eugeneia. Yooa's roommate.

"Why are you on the ground? Pilates on a chair?" she said not realizing her presence caused this.

"My door could literally break at any point now--could you just knock once?" Yooa examines her chair which is totally miserable at this point and beyond helping, then scowls at Eugeneia. "Great."

"I mean.. at least you can have a better chair now. That's old junk anyway." Eugeneia shares light. "And lead my budget hanging by a thread? Nope."

Eugeneia winces and finally realized what she's done, so she carefully makes her way to comfort her. She reaches to her and massages Yooa's shoulders. Yooa just shakes her head and lets it.
"Wanna talk-"

"No. I'm fine. I just-" Yooa sighs. "I just need time to heal. And I'll be my happy-go-lucky self again."

The both of them shared a moment of silence for a long while. Then as time passes they settle into several comfortable talks.
"Wait-why are you here again?" Yooa asked.

"Oh." Eugeneia sits on the floor comfortably, legs crossed. "So I went to poop awhile ago. "
A strange start. Yooa was intrigued.

"I didn't think much of it so I just barge in the women's bathroom because nature was calling me so freaking hard. I got into a stall and sat down. So as I was sitting-" Eugeneia crouches and mimics a sitting position. She points to her bottom. "I release the entire thing without holding back. It felt like I gained an ab and might've lost 3 kilos of weight." Eugenia even mimics the way she did it. 

Yooa was unfazed because she was used to her weirdness. That's what happened when you live together for 2 years.

"But as I get up-" she stands, "I was like 'Oh what's this?" because the toilet seat was sticking to my butt." Yooa raised an eyebrow. "It's exactly what you think. I didn't open the seat and-- just shit myself. And the worst part is that my stuff  was holding onto my bottom incredibly strong for god knows how, so when I forcibly stand it was already broken and sliding off the ground, and guess what? It landed right on the next stall's person's foot. Like..how the hell can that even happened? Is this like..a normal embarrassing story to you like--how can my shit stick the seat to-my butt--that strong?"