flowers by the river ( a river x reader reader insert {uwo}) (Discontinued!)

~Chapter VIII~

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Well, shit.

[Name] immediately sat down on a couch, an overwhelming wave of guilt washing over and suffocating them. They buried their head in their hands to attempt to calm themselves down somehow.

Why did you do that why did you say that why did you do that why did you do it you could have just talked you could've you please why why-

They irrationally began scolding themselves. [name] knew if anyone would be reading their thoughts, they would sound cliché, but dont we all?
They groaned and clasped their eyes shut, trying their best to not begin bawling, especially since any ghost could hear them.

They really didn't mean to sound rude or like an ass or anything along those lines. But them trying to get away from potential teasing made them sound like they were desperately trying to get away from River.

Fucking dammittt, why could have been so bad that I wanted to avoid? What's oh so scary about a little teasing?

[Name] finally began calming down, instead drowning in thought after thought.

Do I have a fear of rejection? Of losing people? Of change? Wait a hot second, where did I get chabge from?  My ass? I think I should try talking to River when I get back to work. Speaking of which..

[Name] looked up from their thought tornado, they stared at the flower as the flower staring back at them, it's soft petals glistening mockingly.
They furrowed their brows at this.

How can a flower be mocking? I, [full name], have officially gone mad.

They squinted at the flower once more, anxiously awaiting a wave of confident or determination.

Of course it doesn't come when I need it.

[Name] was now sweating, gulping at the thought of confronting River.

Maybe it'll be better to just sleep it off?

They really couldn't decide. Why must "doing the right thing" feel like it needs to be done this instant?

So, as they say, [name] decided to sleep it off. We're they that desperate to escape conformation? Of course, what do you think they are? A psychopath?
They really hated the fact that they couldn't do such a simple thing.

So [name] tucked themself in bed, but not before putting an alarm for 7:12 pm. As they closed their eyes, they hoped for some rest.
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The moment [name] sprinted out of the apartment had her thinking. Was it something she did? Something she said?

River shook her head, trying to get rid of those thoughts.

No.

They wouldn't just abandon me.

She ever so slowly flew out of [name]s house,  letting her ghostly limbs fall limb by her side. River couldn't help but try decipher the mortals intentions. The sun was beautifully shining over the busy city, no ghost is sight.

Boss will murder me.

She internally chuckled, trying to not think about the painful smacks waiting for her back at the office.

I may as well stall the inevitable.

So, as she promised herself, she went all around the city, inspecting every little bottle cap on the ground.
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[Name]s eyes carefully opened. They sat up, trying to wake themselves up. They groggly groaned.

Damn, how much did I nap? Like 18 hours??

They peered over at their phone. 6:53.

Oh, I woke up before the alarm. I think my body is too used to me sleeping so little. Damn I should go see a doctor. Actually, scratch that, theyll put me in a mental hospital if they hear me talking about ghosts.

Hope I won't need a therapist, like ever.

[Name] finally stood up, taking their time. The faint flower scent entering their nose.

Oh, right, I forgot to water them. Why didn't I ever notice this flowery smell in my house? Was I in such a rush all the time?

They lazily went to grab the watering can, which was more of a water bottle with holes in its cap. Once [name] finished watering each flower, they went and took a look in their closet. All of its clothes were very messily placed.

Wow, that more than expected. Also it looks like a tornado formed in my closet and tore all my clothes down. I really need to clean this up.

So, that exactly what [name] did. They took every piece of clothing they had and rearranged them, actally taking the time to straighten them out and make them look presentable.

Once finished, they changed into a quick outfit and moved on to doing the laundry. It was a very easy process, which took less than expected.
After all of this, the alarm rang through the apartment. It was finally 7:12. Why 7:12? No one will know.

[Name] scribbled something on a very small piece of paper and hid it in their pocket. And so, they made their way out of the apartment. [Name] knew exactly where they were going. They were heading for the underworld office.
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Once arrived, they stealthily made their way to a nearby pillar. They couldnt see the office, so the office couldn't see them, right? They pulled out the piece of paper out of the pocket that was holding it. [Name] inspected it, reading it over and over again, making sure it got their point across. Once satisfied with intensively staring at the poor tiny paper.

Pulling a roll of transparent tape out of who knows where, they bite and rip a bit of tape and stick it, along with the wrinkled paper, on the pillar. [Name] quickly rushed out of the underground station, leaving the note for the underworld office workers to see.

I fucking hope it's Boss that reads it.
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| hey, [name] here i  won't |
| b attending work for a    |
| while, sorry              |
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(AN: OMG IM BACK, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT. like I'm so sorry I haven't been updating this, I have like 0 motivation but I finished it! Ngl I think i may be going insane but like who cares.
I also did a little funky with the povs but like,,, not my best work.
Also also, I have another book with hc, preferences and scenarios with the uwo crew because I am going insane :,)
Read it. Please?
Also I'm sorry if this is short but it was hard to make it any longer
PS. I changed my name to sol
Anyways yall, have a beautiful day cuz this is sol, signing out :) )