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chapter 28

Nagito's POV

It's been 6 months since Hajime and me broke up. Everything happened so suddenly for me and I still haven't truly come to terms that we're not together. I haven't spoken to him since the last time he called.

Everyday I look through our old conversations and contemplate calling him again. But I decide against it. He never even explained why he broke up with me. And so after, I settled on the fact that he was most likely dating that pink haired girl I saw the day of in the coffee shop. I mean, why else would've he ended it?

The new semester started in January, and I've been practically swamped with college, work and applying for jobs. I graduate next month, July, and I hope to finally be able to get out of the city. Whats the point of staying if all it does is remind me of him.

I zone back into my current task, which is filling out my graduation ceremony papers. I stare blankly at the various boxes and writings, but I can't bring myself to complete it.

"Ill just do it tomorrow" I say aloud to myself, knowing that tomorrow means the next day, and the next and so on. I grab my phone and a glass of water from my dorm kitchen and head off into my room. Which is separated by a single wall. 'I can't wait to get out of here.' I desperately reach for the thermostat and lower it as much as possible, but the cold air doesn't seem to be coming out any differently. Summers in the city are so awfully unbearable. And this god damn broken thermostat doesn't help either. I lay down on top of my somewhat cool sheets, and then proceed to get back up a minute later, due to the sweet beginning to pile on my forehead. Lazily walking toward the bathroom sink, I grab a small towel and drench it in cold water. Quickly heading back to my bed, I place it on my forehead and plop back onto my covers.

The utter bliss of cold water seeps in through my skin, and it feels just as pleasant as a cold breeze. I allow myself to close my eyes and absorb this feeling, gradually, I begin to get pulled into the wonderful world of dreams.

I awake with the agonizing glare of the sun, shrining straight onto my eyelids. I make my best effort to turn away, but then suddenly feel the wet and soggy, now warm, towel droop over my eyelids and slide down my face. In defeat, I force myself awake and throw the towel across to the bathroom floor, receiving a satisfying 'plop' as it hits the tiles.

I instinctively check my phone, and glance at the time and date. 'Oh fuck.' I scramble myself into a presentable mess, throwing on mismatched pieces of clothing. I practically leap into the bathroom, almost slipping on the towel, and begin to attempt to comb my hair and brush my teeth simultaneously. The toothpaste ends up all over my mouth and my brush somehow gets tangled up in my now long white hair.

I pull out my phone again, checking to see how late I would be if I left right now, and begin to panic more. I yank the brush out of my hair, which leaves me with an aching pain on my scalp, and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I grab a hair tie off of my wrist and huffily tie my hair into a tangled and awful bun.

I'm so frequently late to work, I'm surprised I haven't been fired yet. Although, its just been me, Lisa, and some other quicks working for this past year. The library doesn't get as much business this time of year anyway.

I slip my feet into quick, slip-on shoes and grab my essentials; phone, wallet and water. Urgently heading out the door, I push past several students and almost trip on the stairs. The train does not have time for a 5 minute elevator. Already drenched in sweat, I rush out of the main door and practically sprint to the station. I somehow make it just in time for the next train and allow myself to breath. I text Lisa that I'm going to be late, and she simply replies with an eye-roll emoji. Which is the usual for her.