Materialistic items bring me no joy. Not anymore. I sulk on this sofa, no comfort to be found anywhere. Why does this happen? I decide not to bother. Perhaps a can of soda could help fill this void. I hear the sticky sound of the door as I open my fridge. My fridge? A fridge. I do not truly own this.. I do not own anything. "Y/N? Is everything OK? You've been acting really.. jaded lately. You're not still upset, are you?" Pico turns the corner. "I apologize... things just haven't been the same. Or have they? Maybe this is what it always has been, and I just now begin to see it. This new light... may just be a brighter clarity of the old one." My sweet, ginger friend.. of course I'm still upset. I make my way back to the depressing nest I have made on the couch and solemnly sip from my beverage. "C'mon.. lighten up a bit! It's not like the world is ending, Y/N. I doubt this "nirvana" façade is helping you." He pushed. I don't understand why my emotions press any weight onto him. "Isn't nirvana a band?" I can still hear his voice ringing from the first time we had brought up this feeling. The high-pitched seemingly autotuned voice was like a sticker I couldn't remove without leaving annoying bits behind to remember. Oh, boy, do I miss him... "Fine. I'm up." I heave myself into a more polite sitting position and set down my pop. "There we go. See? It's gonna be okay... it's not like we're ever gonna forget the little guy." He speaks of him as if he weren't his ex boyfriend, and rather an acquaintance he had no connections with. Pathetic.
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