𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆 | 𝒆𝒏𝒉𝒚𝒑𝒆𝒏 (𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨)

𝟬𝟬

𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙛 𝙞𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙄 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚? 𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙧𝙮.

𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 - 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝘆

In the deep consciousness of everyone's mind, there was always the feeling of a deja vu that was almost a somehow common thing to experience. Maybe it was the same feeling that always gives anyone the sudden thought that they had experienced the same thing all over again. That's what the young teenager dressed in a light pastel green dress with a flowery design thinks, or maybe that was just because she wanted to believe in those sayings.

And as she locked the glass door of the now closed coffee shop with a lock and a chain enveloping the handle, she stopped for a minute, clutching her head as a massive headache episode happened again even after she drank medicine a while ago from a lunch break. This pain had been with her for the past few days; it would always never subside, but with an ample amount of sleep, it usually subsided.

The young girl ignored the pain again, as usual. With this, she finally finished the last task of the day and readied herself for another long walk toward her house. As usual. The walk towards these lonely streets was quiet and everything was always the same with nothing extraordinary happening in her dull gray world. On the other side of the streets, the usually nosy neighbors whispered back and forth with juicy gossip as they craned their heads everywhere for anything to dilly-dally on.

Those brown stray dogs either abandoned or born on the streets approached her again with their sharp teeth and growling sounds from their mouth; they weren't friendly or harmful as long as they can't sniff fear from the body, they'll usually leave them alone. And with a little bit of blinking of the lamp posts from a few steps ahead of her, the once violent dogs turned docile, running away with their tails tucked in their legs.

"Huh?" The young girl uttered as she noticed the plentiful gray clouds that loomed over the sky, threatening to shower rain over their town again. Unfortunately for the young girl in green, the nearest shade for rain was a dash to the streets to the retro-style local stationary shop. And as she hurried to swing open the glass door of the shop, the rain was splashed all over her coat by a car zooming past her.

She took off the drenched brown coat over her flowery green dress, patting and wringing it dry, and if anything maybe it could remove some water so that it won't need to be washed again. It was therapeutic enough as she sat near the window on the old wooden chair, listening to the sound of water pouring down the roof tiles of the shop.

It was somehow enjoyable, to say the least; she had never been under the rain since she was a kid, and what she was really excited about this phenomenon was the way one could create a fog on the window. And as she breathed out tiny puffs of air to the glass, she traced out small drawings of bunnies, hearts, stars, and even her name.

"Tsk." She stopped her hands as she heard another disappointed sound from an old woman from the cash register with a frown adorned across the wrinkles on her face. "I'm sorry," she apologized and went back from hugging the small brown bag to her chest.

The surroundings managed to even get colder as the young girl used the dried-out but cold coat to drape it over her body for even a tiny amount of heat to her body. She regretted the choice of clothes; some pants and maybe the lavender sweater along with high sneakers would have been a perfect outfit for this day, but no, she had to be stubborn to choose her favorite dress among them.