to die for [jsy + f!reader]

iv : framed

It had been exactly a week since Shuhua's missing persons report, and as far as I could tell, there was no sign of her absolutely anywhere.

My school days felt vastly different. It was like I lived every day with a dark film over it, like life was tinted just a little darker than usual. The best metaphor I could come up with was sunglasses. Like how sunglasses let you see the normal world, but everything is just a little more black. I tuned in to news radio stations and channels every morning. Before, I was the kind of person who never watched the news, because I believed it wasn't good for you to constantly surround yourself with the negativity that news outlets radiated every day. And I still did believe that, but Shuhua was on my mind 24/7 anyways. It made no difference. Campus police wandered the school grounds and surveyed areas, trying their best to acquire information. Eventually, after a few days of unsuccessful fruitless searching by the police, the report was taken to a detective, who would pick up where the campus police left off. At this point, I, along with many others, had been interrogated by those working on the case to recover Shuhua safely. None of us had anything useful to say. I couldn't help but feel responsible. Maybe Shuhua had such strong feelings about our dispute that she was seeking time apart... for a week... away from literally any person close to her...with all contact from the world cut away...I guess that did sound quite irrational. But what other assumptions could I make? The last time I saw her, she was livid. She was unbelievably pissed at me. But could I be sure that she was mad at me? I mean, of course she was... The last thing she said to me was, "Can't you do anything right?" Obviously she was... at least directing some form of anger at me specifically, but did that anger stem from me, or was she just letting it out on me? Every passing day, my thoughts bled farther into an unnecessary, overanalyzed mentality that I couldn't escape from. I overthought everything, and always found a way to loop everything back to me. It was like I could feel my own brain eating away at itself more and more every waking moment until it was just a shell of its former state. I preferred a lot of alone time, but Minnie was always calling me and checking up on me to make sure I was alright. She'd bring over snacks and send me social media posts that she said made her think of me. Even if I didn't show it, she really did make the whole thing more bearable. Having a best friend to hold your hand through a traumatic situation like this was my number one saving grace. I was endlessly grateful for her.

"[Y/N], do you know the answer to number two?" Minnie asked me. I blinked, shook my head and turned to her.

"Oh... No, sorry. I don't... what's number two again..?" I replied in confusion, gazing down at my paper.

"Were you spacing out again? [Y/N], you know you should really try focusing. It works." Minnie said jokingly.

"Like you can talk... smartass." I murmured, chuckling lightly. I returned my focus to the projector screen, then back down at my paper.

"I just can't stop thinking about—" I mumbled, before a certain somebody cut me off.

"Nuh uh, don't you say her name! Remember, you have to think about her as little as possible! It's the only way to feel better." She replied with a light melody in her words.

"Its a lot easier said than done. I mean, my girlfriend has been missing for a week now, and the last conversation I had with her was a pretty nasty argument... I just wish I could've apologized before she... y'know..." I rambled, sighing quietly.

"Listen, it's gonna be ok! Shuhua's probably just... um... taking some alone time!" Minnie replied. The sheer stupidity of her answer pulled a small chuckle from me.

"You know, Minnie, you suck at common sense, but at least it's comically relieving." I mumbled to her, giving a barely audible giggle.

"I have no idea whether thats supposed to be a compliment or an insult, but thank you!" She chirped, appearing to be dumbfounded by my comment.