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I can feel the warmth of the sunrise trying to sneak in under my eyelids. I don’t bother trying to block them out. It’s the morning. I’m awake. I know I’m awake but dear god, I don’t wanna open my eyes. I’m hyper aware of my physical being and fucking hell, my physical being is in p a i n. I could just go back to sleep right now. Everything feels so surreal right now and there’s not much of a reason to go anymore.

No. Wait, that makes me sound like a shitty person. Even if the only reason I wanted to be a hero was to protect her, for her, to be working by her side. I should have more motivation for wanting to be a hero than just her. The way I talk about her to myself makes it sound like she’s dead, ew.
“She’s not gonna be gone forever…” I remind myself, “kinda.”
I reach for my phone to do what I usually do only for my heart to drop. Realizing that apart of my morning routine has been diminished I blink away the awaiting tears and let out some feeling with a heavy breath.
“Hey”, I tell myself in an attempt to cheer myself up “look at the good side!” I pause. What is the good side again? Was I really so dependent on another person that I’ve succumbed to a point of talking to myself for prolonged periods of time?
Sitting up and stretching I feel my arm socket pop loudly and cringe in discomfort. It didn’t hurt me that bad but jesus fuck, that was annoying. Glancing around my school bus, I smile to myself. I don’t give myself enough credit for this homey little abode I built. Independence. It’s nice, I should focus on it more. It’d be better that way.
I blink myself awake a few times and decide to get a move on.
The vibrant clock blinks 6:33 on my wall. It leaves more than enough time for me to get ready comfortably. After showering and barely mentally preparing myself for the day, I slip my shoes on and contemplate breakfast…
Nah.
It’s 6:45 in the morning and I wish the day was over already.

(sorry for the late post I forgot 😰, I 100% will be posting this Thursday *on time*)

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