God how this night was everything but perfect. (Y/n) couldn't believe it. Why was Alma even there? As (Y/n) ran down the streets she couldn't care less, she was stressed and wanted to get away from Alma as far and fastest as possible.
"I can't handle it!" (Y/n) continued to run as much as her legs could carry her. Her heels kept making sound, letting it travel around the city.
She wondered if she should run home? She didn't feel like running all the way home, plus it's kinda far away from where she is. Perhaps checking in a hotel? That would be optimal, perhaps she'll do that.
Running like it felt like it depended on life or death, (Y/n) finally reached a bridge. The water beneath showed nothing but black water. It was cold, the water looked cooled too. Hugging herself, only then did (Y/n) notice she ran off without her coat.
"Damn it...I left my coat.." (Y/n) looked back in her memories only to realise she left Wilbur as well with that woman. "I wonder how Wilbur is feeling...I did leave him there with her...Gosh I hope he isn't in danger" (Y/n) mumbled as she leaned into the railing. The cold metal meeting her bare arms, she received some shivers.
"Right my phone." Picking up her phone, (Y/n) saw several calls from Wilbur and her brother. "Gosh I've really worried WIlbur to the point of him calling Anthony." Planning to answer the calls of her husband, the phone died. (Y/n) let out a frustrated sigh. God the timing but it didn't stop just there (Y/n) started to feel a sudden feeling.
Like a cold shower had absorbed her in her mind, as if she had lost control over her whole body. She felt like the world was spinning, like everything was slipping through her fingers in an instant. What was happening?!
(Y/n) fell to her knees, her body started to hurt her, she was in pain, her chest could receive any air, her vision was disappearing and she didn't know if she would pass out or if this was going to end soon.
She took her stand to not pass out on the bridge in the middle of the night and tried to find the nearest hotel. It felt like forever to find a hotel. Being on the edge of passing out or not it'd of course slow her down by a lot and now after all the running and walking, (Y/n)'s feet started to hurt from the heels she was wearing but taking a break would lead to more aching feet and higher risk of passing out. She needed to find a safe space.
'Where is the goddamn hotel?!'
Walking for what felt like hours (Y/n) seemed to find a hotel nearby. She tried to see which hotel it was but with the blurry vision she couldn't, not like she cared from the beginning. Walking into the reception a man with a suit stood and looked at his phone.
"Excuse me?" (Y/n)'s soft and tired voice caught the young man. "Oh Hello there, What can I help you with?"
"I was wondering if there are any spare rooms I can take? I don't really care what type of room, just any would do fine." "Is there someone with you? Or is it just you?" "Just me."
The young man looked down at his computer. "We do have a single at the east side of the hotel, nothing much, it has the signature one bed, a bathroom and a small workspace beside the bed." "Yes that would do."
"Alright, let me just get your name and I'll give you the key." The young man continued to be tapping on the keyboard. "It's (Y/n) Soot"
The young man looked up at (Y/n) with wide eyes. "(Y/n) Soot?! As in Wilbur's wife (Y/n) Soot??" "Yes, Now I'm in a bit of a hurry, I'm not feeling very well and I have to get to a safe space." Cold sweat started to build on her skin now.
"Oh, alright, here is your key, would you like some help guiding you to your room?"
(Y/n) gave a strained smile and nodded. "That would be great, yes thank you."
"May I ask why you're here alone?" "Today we met someone and it was not a happy little accident.."
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Locking the door after waving the young man away, (Y/n) went to the bed and plopped down on it, not caring if there'd be bed bugs or anything. Well it looked like a pretty professional hotel considering the young man wore a suit and what (Y/n) could see some good structure in the hallways towards her room. "I'll just sleep here for tonight....Wilbur can let me do that right?..." (Y/n) mumbled and let her vision disappear.
In her dream she was sixteen again. The supposed exciting age of every teen on a journey trying to find themselves.
(Y/n) was one of those teens trying to find herself, or she didn't know if she had already found herself. Her mother had found what (Y/n) is. A handmade prodigy. Gosh what that sounded like a burden. "Handmade prodigy" well it was everything but a lie, she really was a prodigy with no limits but at what cost?
Her world was as white and grey as any old fashioned TV series, except nothing exciting about it, nothing new about it. It all felt the same until a special letter was found in (Y/n)'s locker.
The thin metal door opened (Y/n)'s locker and out fell a letter. It had her name on it and a small badly attempted drawn heart.
"Dear (Y/n) I would like to confess my feelings for you but I'm too shy to do that so I will write you a letter of poem until I can tell you my feelings face to face.
Signed Your secret admirer."
'A secret admirer? Who might that be?'
Well she never got to know who had put that letter in her locker but the letter came once a couple of weeks with the promised poems that this person had told her about.
The poems were lovely, they were not anything but weird and creepy, they were sweet and each time (Y/n) would save them in a special lunch box that she hid in a secret space in her room where her parents would never find.
Walking excitedly towards her locker to see if there was any letter this week, she wondered who the secret admirer were. Perhaps someone in her class? Or perhaps someone who she had talked to or worked in a project with? Opening her locker this week there wasn't a letter waiting for her.
"Aw no letter today?" Closing the locker (Y/n) walked away to grab her lunch for today. Turning left she unknowingly walked past a shy student with a letter behind his back.
When the (e/c) eyes open, (Y/n) is met by the faint sun that shone through the curtains.
