Oleanders Are Supposed To Bloom In Summer

1.7. daydream

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Sarin groaned, rubbing her eyes sleepily. It was Saturday, and therefore there was no need whatsoever for her to get up.

Deciding today was going to be a lazy day, she figured that it would be a good idea to at least make a tweet. When she decided to get out of bed, that is. It was probably going to be a couple of hours.

Drifting off into a daydream, Sarin soon lost track of time.

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Sarin roamed around the meadow, he legs brushing past the tall grass and flowers. A dull yellow feeling flowed through her, an undertone of happiness swallowed by heavy currents of bitter, bright red jealousy. It was undeniable that Sarin was jealous of Ranboo. He had friends, who would always be there for him. He had fans, who loved and adored him and would stick with him. He had everything Sarin wanted. Everything she didn't feel like she would ever earn. Growing on her own was probably a lost cause, but she refused to be, in her own eyes, a leech. She would not be a black ivory blotch on a world of colorful success. Sarin refused to let this become a reality.

Focusing back on the meadow ahead, Sarin let a blue lavender wave of calm surround her, slowly pushing red jealousy away, and allowing room for a brighter yellow happiness to arise. She thought of what she had. Of what she had accomplished.