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SAYA ──────────── ' june 29th '
—SAYA HAD NO PLANS FOR JUNE 29th. On the prior night, a lonesome Friday filled with cheap snacks and movie marathons, Saya's phone had blared over the TV's volume as a call from Jake came through.
After not hearing from the boy in three days (Jake had tried to be more present in their friendship after their confrontation in the library, but Saya still found him going M.I.A. for little chunks of time), Saya immediately jumped up and ran out of the room to answer the call— much to Iris' dismay, who shouted after her.
The call was short, as had all of their interactions been for the past month, but Saya couldn't care less.
Jake had asked if she could meet him at their local park— though, it was more local to Jake, who lived in a more affluent neighbourhood— at eight the next night, to which Saya quickly agreed.
So, that's where she was now, getting ready for that exact meeting.
Never before had Saya actively picked out an outfit in an effort to look nice for someone, let alone Jake Sim. Saya adored dressing up and feeling pretty, but it was something that came naturally. As she stood in front of her closet now, however, all of her innate fashion abilities seemed to vanish.
Every article of clothing hanging in front of her looked like rags. Not a single colour seemed to compliment her tones and each shirt was either too short or too long. No bottoms matched a top and her jewelry was all too dainty for any outfit she thought might work together.
Saya crouched down, screaming into her hands. This shouldn't be that difficult.
"Get your shit together, Saya." It seemed like the girl had turned to talking to herself whenever things in her brain got fuzzy. She was probably losing her sanity, but that was an issue for another day— right now, she had to put together a goddamn outfit.
Her patience had flown out her open window long ago, and with the minimal time left before she needed to be out the front door, Saya gave in and ripped some clothes off the hanger.
It was simple— which was exactly what she was trying to avoid, but whatever— and she supposed it fit the event well enough.
Some white trousers and a baby pink sweater on top. She could bring her white crossover bag and toss on some fake pearls she'd bought at a flea market to make the outfit look a little more elevated, but at the end of the day Saya wasn't happy with it. However, she knew she wouldn't be satisfied with anything she put on, and decided against changing.
Rushing down the stairs at quarter to eight, Saya shot Jake a text saying that she was on her way and shouted out to Iris that she was heading out.
The walk to the park Jake had asked to meet at was nothing if not a walk through anxiety itself.
