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Your POV

It's now 6:37PM.

I finally poured the water into my cup of noodles. And wait as they cook themselves.

I'd listened to all of Corpse's songs at least once.

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Unknown's POV

The girl next door was listening to my mother fucking music.

I couldn't seem to get over this fact. I lifted my hand to my face to cover my mouth.

'She's listening to my music'

I am Corpse.

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Your POV

I sat at the counter, slowly eating my noodles.
Corpse's songs had passed now too.
'Overthinker' by INZO was now playing. This song was one of my all time favorites. I don't know why.

"Fuck it" I said, grabbing the wine bottle and popping the cork off.

"Fuck glasses too" I added, taking a swig straight from the bottle.

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Corpse's POV

She'd played my music for a couple hours, until the Playlist must've ended or something.
It was satisfying to hear someone enjoy my creations.

I walked into the bathroom, avoiding looking Into the shattered mirror. I bent down to pull the first-aid kit from the vanity cabinet.

I could hear bad-ass music coming from next door now. It sucks that I could never even bring myself to say just hello to this person. We didn't need to be friends anyway. Hell it's only the music she listens to. I don't even know what she looks like.

I hiss as I run hot water over my bloody, wounded fists from this morning. I grit my teeth as I pull shattered pieces of my mirror out of the skin on my hands with tweezers.

I let the sink fill up with water, mixing with the soap at the bottom while I pull pieces of shattered glass from my fists and place the jagged pointy shards on a plate beside the sink.

Blood had started to run from the multiple wounds in my hands. I struggled to focus properly as the crimson liquid rushed down my arms and dripped onto the bench top.

Once I'd gotten rid of all the shards I could see, I realized I didn't have any medical cream. So I desperately struggled as I wrapped bandages around my hands and my fore arm before grabbing my phone and keys and shoving them into my pockets and headed out the door.

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Your POV

I sighed as I paused my music. I had nothing else to do, so I thought I'd go get the rest of my groceries from the car.

I take my keys and phone as I head out the door. As I turn around from locking my door, I see a guy, maybe around my age, he's struggling to shut his door.

I look over to try and figure out why he's struggling, and notice both of his hands have been messily wrapped in bandages. I hesitantly walk over and reluctantly grasp at the bloody door handle and shut his door for him.

"Uh, bro- do- do you uh.. do you want some.. help..?" I struggle to ask. I internally face palm.

'Fuck I'm even worse than the dude that served me at the café. This is so dumb. I'm so stupid'.