[12/20/21]
it's almost christmas already?
i'm not mentally prepared for 2022
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Y/n tries desperately for the next few days to talk to both Wilbur and Tommy. Wilbur was ignoring her altogether, and her roommate was still trying his best.
Eventually though, her desperation just turns into anger. She was sick of trying to talk to them after several days. She was mad at Tommy for acting the way he was and mad at Wilbur for just flat out ghosting her like they didn't know each other.
But it wouldn't matter as much by tomorrow.
Getting a last minute international flight wasn't easy. Y/n's mother had tried to get it as soon as possible, but that ended up being almost a full week after the phone call. Each day the anxiety Y/n felt was only growing. She was exhausted both physically from a lack of sleep and self-care.
Grieving does that to a person though. Her mother had called to tell her that her grandfather had passed away. It was natural causes, yes, but that didn't make it hurt any less.
Y/n had been close with her grandparents. Her grandma had died when she was much younger, but she had still stayed close with her grandpa after that. Even if he was a brutally honest-type, and sometimes came off as rude, he really did care. She knew that she could go to him for anything and he would listen.
The thought of him being gone hurt her every time.
Even rolling out of bed was becoming harder. But after hitting snooze about nine times, she finally grows tired of the continuous ringing of her alarm.
Y/n walks out into the kitchen and makes a cup of tea for herself. As she's sitting on the counter edge drinking it, Tommy ends up coming out of the office.
There's a brief period of tense eye contact before she finally looks away.
"Morning..." She mumbles
"Oh...hi..." Tommy replies with a significant level of awkwardness.
Y/n slides off of the counter edge, then continues on as she walks towards her room. "I'm going back home for a few days, you'll have to take care of Bug,"
"Wait- what?" He seems to snap into being focused on her words. "Why?"
"None of your business,"
Tommy opens his mouth to speak, but hesitates a moment longer before speaking. "Why are you just dropping this on me now?"
"I've tried to tell you, but you haven't talked to me in days," Y/n shoots back, pausing in the doorway to her room.
"You could have texted me or something,"
"Would you have actually looked if I sent you a message?"
"...When will you be back?"
"I'll only be gone 3 days. Just don't burn the place down while I'm gone,"
With that, she closes the bedroom door and abruptly cuts off the rest of the conversation. She wasn't in the mood to talk to him.
Y/n sits back in bed with her laptop open to keep herself busy. It was what she had been doing most of the past few days to protect herself from her racing thoughts. Something it felt like there were so many thoughts running through her head that it became too loud and overwhelming to manage. She didn't want to have to deal with that.
As she's working, she gets a Discord notification from none other than her roommate.
> Tommyinnit: can we talk?