𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 ➢ 𝐚. 𝐀𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞

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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷

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"y/n! We're going to be late!" You heard your mom shout your name.

You woke up, your eyes opening slowly, forgetting for a split second where you were. A deep yawn left your mouth, your hair was a mangled mess. You turned to your side where there was a large window showcasing the outside world. The window was slightly open but you could still feel the freezing cold hit your bare skin.

You laid in bed not wanting to move, almost scared to.

"y/n!" she called,

"I'm coming, mom!" you yelled in response. Slowly, the rush of reality slapped you in the face as you tried to reach for your phone. You finally got a hold of the device, only to find that there weren't any notifications

6:58, are you kidding.

You groaned to the sound of cars passing and people chatting. You jumped out of bed and walked to the window, the clouds gloomy and dark almost like it was going to pour any second.

You could smell the dirty streets of Paris as you shut the window, your gaze shifting back to the bed. From the corner of your eye, you could see the stacks of brown cardboard boxes in a corner.

I really have to unpack

With every step you took, the cold hardwood floor hit the sole of your feet. Lately, everything just seemed to want to swallow you whole. Nothing had meaning anymore... not since the accident.

"Look who finally made an appearance." your mom chuckled.

"Ya." You forced a giggle as you jumped on top of the stool. You sat near the island countertop where your face fell, causing you to fidget with your fingers. Those small actions, though tiny, didn't go unnoticed by your mom from where she was leaning on the counter, sipping her coffee.

Everything felt like a cookie jar. No matter how many times I refilled it, a void always seemed to make its way into my heart. I've tried plastering a smile on my face but it was like a black cat would run past me giving me bad luck.

"Are you ready for today?" she asked, trying to change the energy.

"What are we doing today?" you furrowed your eyebrows, lifting your head back up.

She pointed at you as she drank her coffee, hiding a grin, "You mean, what are you doing today."

"Oh no. I am not going to that place again, that was embarrassing." you face palmed your forehead, "After da- " Your eyes fluttered as your mom looked at you, your smile faded. You quickly looked at her attempting to hide your pain.

"Why do I have to go this early, it's 7 am." you complained, rolling your eyes slightly and forcing another smile.

You tried your best to be real, but everything was forced. Putting on a show was like a constant punch in the face, but the truth is that was all you could do. And all that pain just added to the growing bruise left behind by the loss of someone you loved.

Was this really what my life has become, fake smiles and lost thoughts?

"You're not going back to the Library." she said, placing her cup on the counter and keeping her eyes on you.