ੈ✩‧₊˚𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔, 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆. the plushness of the cream rug settled comfortably against your skin as you sat on the floor of your bedroom. your almond shaped eyes focused on your pretty reflection in the floor length mirror as you finished up the last touches of your makeup. you were currently getting ready to go see the man who had been the catalyst to your eternal gloom, toji fushiguro.
it had been at least two weeks since the night you first met him, time seemed to slip further and further as the end of summer drew near. you and toji had only texted and spoken on the phone a few times throughout that time, meeting once in person at a coffee shop to get to know each other a bit better after the uncomfortable first encounter that happened. the coffee "date" was indeed still awkward, but not as bad as the prior meeting where the two of you were still figuring each other out. the conversation was a bit basic and you did learn a bit more about the enigmatic man that was your soon to be husband, but it did nothing to ease the painful burn of the harsh words toji had spoke to you as you departed.
no matter how many times toji had actually got you to laugh and crack a smile at his dry humour or find similar interests that were in common between you two, you were heavily reminded that this relationship would only be transactional. you were doomed to be in a loveless marriage for the rest of your life, a notion that you had to grapple with over the time that had passed between when you officially met toji. it was a bitter and difficult pill for you to swallow, but after some time you realized you had to accept the reality of your situation- if you wanted to keep your autonomy, you would try to make this relationship work. even if it tore your heart up and put you in a deep state of despair, you would grin and bear it.
you didn't have a choice, and besides you'd rather have an amicable relationship with toji than one that was difficult and full of pain.
you hummed along to the sweet melody of girls like me don't cry, thuy's lulling voice filled up the expanse of your lavish bedroom as you brushed on the last touches of the earthy pink blush that was in your hand. once it was blended into your cheeks to perfection, you placed the makeup brush and blush back in its place and reached for the clear gloss that was in your large cosmetics bag, opening it up as soon it was found to apply to your lips. as you were applying the sticky substance, the sound of heavy footsteps thudding through the hallway became prevalent over the music that played- them seemingly moving as if they were coming straight to your bedroom and stopping right in front of the door.
