If there's a tomorrow [Monika x Female!Reader]

𝟓. 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐎.𝐊 彡

Song Vibe;

(𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦) (By; Salvia Palth)

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

Morning. Yet another morning. A morning that was just the same as any other autumn morning. Yellow and orange leaves soon to be dead on the ground, and branches already bare. You both like and hate it. Autumn is pretty, but it's almost just a month left until winter. This means cold winds blowing ur hands cold until they can't move.

It just makes you shiver thinking about it. If it wasn't so cold, you were to like it.

Anyway. It was a new day. The third day of school, and the second day of being an official member of the Literature club. You hadn't been able to fall asleep after what happened yesterday. Sayori had walked you home after club activities, so now she knows where you live.

Sayori was supposed to meet you outside your house so you two could walk to school together. And to be honest, it felt great. It felt great to be by her side again, even though you don't remember much about your childhood, you remembered Sayori well. She was the centre of your memories.

You sat up in your bed, looking straight forward. You had a sensation your hair was messy and that your eye-bags had gotten worse. It was Wednesday. Only two days left at school before you can rest for 2 whole days. The feeling of being tired and laying in your bed for a whole day, but not being able to sleep? Not the best. So you had to plan something to do.

Looking over at your phone, it vibrated alongside with a buzzing sound. You leaned over to see what it was. You unplugged the phone from the charger, looking at the notification that was sent. It was a message. From Sayori. Honestly, you were hoping it was Yona who had texted you about the 'date'.

- Hey, N/N!

- Are you awake?

You sighed, lifting your other hand and letting ur thumb hover over the keyboard. And as soon you knew it, the message you wrote was sent.

Yup. Just woke up. -

That was a lie. You had been awake for an hour, gazing at the ceiling.

- Great!

- I'll be there in 10.

Sayori is here in 10 minutes. You had to get dressed and get ready. So, you jumped up out of bed, jogging to the drawer. Beatrice had washed it yesterday after she came home. She thought it was stinky and wanted you to smell good in school, not have a scent of vomit the third day. You opened one drawer, picking out the fresh uniform that almost smelled like new.

You easily slid through the clothes' holes, fitting in the uniform perfectly. You buttoned the blazer, stroking your hands over your curves as you tried to straighten the clothing. The edge of the blazer always curled upwards, which was annoying. When you finally got it, you walked out of your room, picking up your phone and book bag on the way. I'll have to write a poem in class.