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• Don't cross just yet.
'I have to go back to them! I want to see their faces again!'
(Y/n)'s arm bent backward to reach her back as she scrapes away the flaring acne on her back, she detects a lump that stings when pressure is added and her nails pinch together around the pimple which pushes the white disgustingness away.
From her back to her shoulders, her fingers searched for a slight change in texture. With enough bravery, her nail would dig into an irritated pore that stings from the accumulated pus buried beneath layers of skin.
Yet, after enduring the pain, (Y/n) would be satisfied after removing the seed of the pimple or the ingrown hair that caused a bloody mess that spread on Suna's white long sleeve he lent her to serve as pajamas.
Her old habits never died out ever since she reached puberty. Considered to be born perfect, nobody knows how much effort it took to remove old scars from digging her nails into her skin.
The (h/c) girl slowly rises from her bed, Suna's back faces her and her weight disappears as she pushes the closet door open with only her pointer finger. Careful enough to sense a creek or screechbefore it happens.
She pulls the wooden hanger off the rack and tiptoes her way to the bathroom outside of her bedroom, slipping on the black puffer jacket while slowly zipping it up. Before leaving, (Y/n) put her hands through each pocket, ensuring her possessions are still where she put them.
'I can't rot inside of this house anymore...My feelings are starting to battle each other...'
I WANT TO BE IN HIS ARMS
or...
I WANT TO BE WITH MY FRIENDS
These thoughts or say her desires, cannotexist within (Y/n). To be clear, these desires do not belong together given the situation. Being torn out of the public should not have been this troublesome; moreover, (Y/n) could have been up and running by now.
Lining her fingers on the glass door behind the couch, she steadily pushed it open. (Y/n) drops her shoes on the lush green grass and slides shut the heavy door right after. A long night of walking commences as soon as Suna's house becomes more distant.
More and more lights illuminated her path as soon as she came in contact with concrete ground. (Y/n) cups her hands around her mouth and lets out a warm huff. The heat is conserved as she clenches her fists tight inside the fluffy pockets.
'My wallet has everything that I need to get by, the price doesn't matter. I need to get out.'
She pulls out her phone, waving it around to see herself on the black screen. (Y/n)'s right knee bent to lift her foot, which was tired from all the walking; She rotated each foot at a time before continuing her journey.
