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1

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

A snowy park. An occupied bench. A girl and a boy, keeping each other warm in silent company.

"Thank you for today," you whisper, holding your cold face with your gloved hands. The boy looks at you and smiles. His silky hair falls so perfectly down the sides of his face. His smile is so radiant, like the sun... but why is it so cold? Is it the snow?

Suddenly you can't recognize his face. You look around for a shot of familiarity, but the park... it's gone. What? What the hell? What the-

𝘽𝙀𝙀𝙋

𝘽𝙀𝙀𝙋

𝘽𝙀𝙀𝙋

↻ ◁ | | ▷ ↺
❝come closer❞
Monday 6:00 a.m.

What...

Why is my alarm going off...?

Oh, damn it. Damn it all. It's the first day of school, isn't it?

"Five more minutes..." You groan. But the alarm persists. You sit up and yawn, stretching slowly. Reaching over to turn off the alarm, you see that the phone isn't plugged into the charging cord.

Ha...haha... great.

You slip out of bed with a sigh and plug in your phone, scowling.

Yet another dream, mocking and taunting me for my loneliness. It's not my fault I don't have a boyfriend! My standards are too high! Or better yet, everyone else just doesn't meet the bar!

...Oh, who am I kidding?

Another year at Teyvat High, and all you can do is gawk at couples flocking through the halls. You wonder when, or if, it'll be your turn.

Picking up your phone, you see a notification. It's from Yezi, your online best friend of over a year, who knows you as "Hua".

━━━━━━ʕ•㉨•ʔ yezi━━━━━━
✉   ✆   ♡

[ gm ]
6:01 a.m.

[ ouch, is a little (●'◡'●) too much to ask ]
6:01 a.m.

[ :) ]
6:02 a.m.

[ yay! good morning!╰(*°▽°*)╯ ]
6:02 a.m.

━━━━━━

You smile. Yezi has never been overly expressive in his messages, but you've grown to know how he's feeling through his text on your screen. 

After letting your phone fall to the night table with a satisfying thud, you spend the next hour getting ready for the first day of school. 

All summer long... All summer I did absolutely nothing. What a waste of time. I wonder what Yezi did over break? 

You finally make it out of your room and into the kitchen, greeted by your father. 

"Ready for your first day?" He asks, eyes glued to the stove. His movements are fluid and confident as he flips an egg onto a clean plate.