𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 | 𝟏# 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦-𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑒 | 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒

LOGAN
~cut-plumb lyrics

Me:
𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶? ₉ ₄₇
𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺?₁₅ ₃₁

I looked at Brook and my empty chat. Since yesterday, I only see my side that fills the chat. My screen went black again. I tap it and toss my phone aside, onto my couch.

Maybe she wants some space because of yesterday. It wasn't exactly easy for her to stand in front of the grave at the cemetery. She would answer me if it is necessary or needs it, so I also give her the space she needs.

I slowly piled off the couch to go downstairs to the kitchen. I have absolutely nothing planned for today, so it's just going to be a boring day watching movies that don't even really interest me.

Or should I just watch Transformers again? I watch all the movies last month, but it was last month. The memory it brings back and that it never gets boring. No matter how many times I watch it.

I think I will. Better than wasting my time on a film that turns out to be a disappointment. So I was in the kitchen and looked in our cupboard for something sweet, so I could eat something while watching the movie.

But when I opened the cabinet, nothing was fascinating and not even tasty to talk about. Just that stupid mint chocolate that Gunnar bought and never ate.

The other snack is from Gunnar again. Any soft cake with orange flavor. What is this boy buying?

I put the things in and closed the cupboard again. My search continued but to no avail. In every cupboard in which we have something to eat, I find absolutely nothing.

"Do you notice that we don't have anything?" I looked at Jeremy, who is in his typical sports outfit. "Are you going for a run?"

Jeremy adjusts his phone in the case to his upper arm and says in a calm voice, "I'll go to the supermarket and buy something, so we don't die."

"Would you like me to come with you?" I offered. It doesn't sound bad to go for a run with Jeremy. It's been a long time since I've done that, even better, because it's getting warmer.

"Do what you want," Jeremy said, once again full of joy. I made it clear to him that he should wait while I quickly throw myself into a sports outfit upstairs.

It didn't take long for me to get down, in a tight sports t-shirt. the material literally sucks to my skin. Just random jogging pants in gray make the outfit complete.

"It takes you long," Jeremy whined when I got downstairs. I tried to turn the story like I just needed 15 minutes. Actually, I would have been faster, but I couldn't find the shirt. I knew it was somewhere, but not the exact place.

Jeremy and I stood outside the front door after we put our shoes on. I held onto the pillar of the porch and stretched slightly.

Jeremy did the same, but it seemed like he was running more often. I grabbed my foot behind me and stretched it. When I finished, Jeremy started jogging in the direction of the nearest supermarket.