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A normal day

(Russia POV)

The stars glistened in the midnight sky lighting it up just like mini fireworks that had been lit up all at the same time

but there wasn't just a few of them,

It was far from a few.

Millions upon millions of them glittered in the dark void of the world with no intention to stop until the sunrise raised above them all, making them disappear without a trace only for the next millions of stars to appear the next night.

In reality, all the stars were millions of light years away from one another but when a singular human was to look in the night sky, it was as if they were not even inches away from one another but much much closer.

The stars express the society we live in,

In reality, everyone isn't really that familiar with each other, but to a bystander it feels like everyone is so close and your just watching everyone from a distance.

And for me,

I'm that bystander.

I groaned as I pushed myself up to a sitting position, rubbing my temples from the sudden head ache I was gaining from the way I was sleeping just a moment ago.

I gritted my teeth from the pain of the head ache before I opened my eyes to observe the room to see where the terrible noise that was constantly ringing in my head was coming from.

My mouth felt dry and my eyes felt extremely watery, causing me to rub them constantly non-stop as I reached for the cup of water that sat on the top of my desk that was to the left of me, making me drink three fifths of it before I sat it back down on my desk

Only then did I notice the time on my clock that also laid on the desk that was making a ton of noise

"Oh ебать-" I sighed as I looked at the time that showed "9:24" making me rush myself out of my bed to grab the clothes in my closet to change into my uniform for my job

The uniform consisted of mostly brown with only the buttons and the tie that came along with it to be black to match the aesthetic of the small bar I worked at a few streets away that I've been working at for almost 4 years already

Doesn't time go by so fast?

My friend China has always laughed at me for how I always worked like a rookie although I've been working there for years, but I've never took it to heart as I've always considered it as a simple joke

I mean he was a jokester after all.

I combed most of my hair back with only a few strands that sticked out from under my ushanka as I quickly ran through the rest of the things I commonly did in the morning, which consisted of throwing the load of laundry that was in the washer into the dryer for when I get out from work, making myself a bowl of cereal, and a bunch more mostly unnecessary chores I just liked doing in the morning to make myself feel organized for when I returned home.

I brushed myself off a bit as I pushed myself out the door, petting the stray dog that sat on the stairs that led up to the first floor of the apartments.

The dog had always confused me a bit because shortly after I had entered my car, I had always watched the dog run off back to the alleyways where I assume where the poor dog lived,

But it was always like the dog was always waiting for me and me only.

I shrugged as I noticed I'm probably the only person that gives the dog attention, dogs are quite smart so I imagine it memorized the time I exit and enter the building, because once I returned from work, the dog was back exactly where it was from when I petted it leaving the building from the morning