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(f/s) - favorite snack
(f/d) - favorite drink

The fourth day of the nationals arrived, January 8th - the day of the semi-finals.

Y/n spent the entire night awake for various reasons, one of them being the fact that she won't be participating in the nationals anymore.

Another reason was the constant movement of the branches brushing against her window, which was covered in curtains once again.

This time however, she didn't run to her father's room; she simply covered herself all the way up to her nose, taking short and sharp breaths in and out.

Once the dawn emerged in the sky, the sound of forceful wind pushing the branches of the trees around impelled her to get up from the bed, slightly moving the curtains away just enough to peek outside for a couple seconds.

It was snowing again.

Rubbing her eyes exhaustedly, she yawned, going over to her wardrobe to take clothes for the day. She then went to the bathroom, slowly getting rid of her pajamas and underwear, promptly stepping into the warm shower.

Warm, or rather hot liquid slided down her body, bringing a new, oddly serene atmosphere in her mind as she closed her eyes, savoring this moment silently.

She also washed her hair, and after getting out of the shower, she dried it, brushing her teeth and completing her morning routine entirely.

Leaving the bathroom, she made her way down the stairs, entering the kitchen where her father and aunt were already seated, having breakfast.

„Good morning, sweetheart,” the man said, sincerely smiling at the girl.

„Good morning, dad” she said, walking towards the fridge.

„Am I even here?” her aunt spoke, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

„Good morning to you as well, therapist,” she said, taking a look at the fridge's contents, pausing, and then realising that it's been so long since she last addressed her aunt as therapist.

They used to be much closer before, and now as Y/n gradually turned more cynical with each passing day, their bond seemed to be weakening.

Taking her (f/s) from the fridge, Y/n shortly ate, drank her (f/d) and then went back upstairs to her room to get her stuff for the day.

Grabbing the handle of her sports bag and lifting it, she remembered that she won't need it anymore, at least not today.

She merely stared at the bag in silence for a moment, sighing and then leaving the bag back on its initial spot.

Her throat ached again, lower lip quivered and she took in a shaky breath, holding it in for a couple seconds.

„Alright, I should probably get ready,” she said, attempting to distract herself from the fact that she won't be participating in today's match.

She had already been dressed in her clothes for the day, all she had to do was put her jacket and shoes on. However, since it was a habit of hers, she went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth again, which she did every time before leaving the house.

Soon after that, Y/n and her dad left the house, and it didn't take long for them to reach their destination.

„I won't be staying with you to watch the match today, Y/n, but you should either call or text me once it's over so that I can come back and pick you up. Alright?”

She weakly nodded in reponse, not even looking at the man as he spoke.

„Sweetheart, how are you feeling today?”

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