𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐒

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i crave a love that drowns oceans.

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THERE WAS A CHILL IN THE AIR, along with the pleasant waft of coffee entered [name]'s nose as they opened the door to their tattoo shop.

Clara, a employee there, perked up her head from her phone when she heard the light bell jingle of the door opening.

She stiffened up and put on her customer-friendly smile, before dropping it when she realized it was just [name]. She breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed, "Thank god, I thought you'd never come." She said, with a small smile.

"Yeah, sorry 'bout that. there was an accident on the way here." [name] said, a sheepish smile on their face as they waved behind them for emphasis.

"Are you alright?" Clara asked, cheeks turning a light pink at her boss's smile.

"Hm? Oh yeah I'm fine, The only bad thing was that I was stuck in traffic while driving to the mechanic." They responded, playing with the rings on their fingers as they leaned their left hip on the counter, facing Clara.

Clara only smiled, her eyes shining.

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"ARE YOU SURE YOU REMEMBER HOW TO TAKE THE TRAIN?" Clara asked at the end of [name]'s shift, fiddling with her fingers.

"I do, and it's not like much has changed. I've only been gone for a week Clare,"

"Yeah well you haven't been on the train since high school," She responded, muttering under her breath about how dangerous train rides are. Especially at night.

It was true. [name] had been on a week long vacation (that their mom forced them to go on) because they needed to 'relax'. But the train couldn't have changed that much.

Clara sighed and shook her head. She kissed her teeth and gave [name] a hug before handing them their tote bag filled their necessities and different tattoo art placed neatly in a folder.

"Alright, be careful. Don't talk to weird strangers.," Clara said,

Clara was never the most emotional person, sometimes talking monotonous and she wasn't the greatest at expressing herself, but sometimes, in moments like these, she let down a wall.

"I promise not to talk to any weird strangers," It was a simple promise, but it made Clara feel better.

"Goodbye [name]! Call me when you get home okay?"

Looking over her shoulder, [name] gave Clara a small wave and smile which didn't fail to make her cheeks turn a rose pink.

"Will do Clare, see you tomorrow,"

The goodbye was short but to Clara, it was meaningful, she loved talking to [name], so it was enough for her as she closed the door to the shop. [name] turned around and headed off to the train station.

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TURNS OUT THE TRAINS DIDN'T CHANGE, because as soon as [name] exited, the same old lady with the same burgundy scarf on, gave [name] the same mouth watering chocolate muffins wrapped in the same flower patterned cloth that [name] would receive every time they went on and off the train in high school.

"You really didn't have to Mrs. Hawashi, how can I accept these when you won't even let me pay you?" [name] said, smiling sheepishly as they reached a tattooed hand and took the muffins out of her hands.

"Oh, you needn't worry about that my dear, I'll just add it to your tab," Mrs. Hawashi said winking at the end of her sentence and chuckling a bit.

"Okay Mrs. Hawashi,  make sure to tell Mr. Hawashi I said hi!" [name] said, giving the elderly lady a warm hug.

"Alright [name] I will! Don't be a stranger now! Come and visit sometime!"

"Will do!"

Thanking the nice old lady, [name] continued their journey to their home.

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REACHING HOME, [name] wasted no time in stepping into the elevator, and heading up to the fourth floor of the luxurious complex, as they quietly walked to the end of the narrow hall.

[name] opened the door to their condominium, switching on the fluorescent lights above him.
Then they went to the master bedroom setting their bag down on the chair, emptying it out in the process.

[name] painfully ached to take a shower, feeling sweaty already from being in the hot sun. They took off their shirt tossing it in the laundry basket  and as they took off their pants, [name]'s phone fell out of the pocket.

Picking it up, [name] checked their notifications, and clicked on a text from their mother, who usually only contacts him to see how they're doing.

MOTHER DEAREST
5:59 PM

[name] give me a call when you get off from work

i'll call after i take a shower
Delivered

AN.
WHEN AUTHOR SPEAKS.

wooo

another bookkkkkk

its higuchi this time, i love her so muchhh

sorry for any mistakes ! this is an unedited chapter ! (will edit later dw)

-miwso !