𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 | 𝐡𝐪𝐱𝐛𝐥𝐥𝐤

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

     By the time the girl knew it, she had awoken from her slumber, the birds singing and dancing around the sky as pools of sunlight poured through her window. With the sleep around her eyes, y/n rose up from her bed as she looked around aimlessly.

While doing this, her hair was pointing in multiple directions and angles that physics couldn't even describe. Slowly yawning and rubbing her eyes, her bones cracked as she reluctantly got out from her covers and began her morning routine.

First of all, opening the window. This will get fresh air to circulate around your room, making the stuffiness vanish so you have more room to breathe. Second, stretches. This will help activate your brain, making oxygen and your blood flow increase into your muscle. This also ensures the minimal risk of injury.

Normally after this, y/n would have Rin running her ear off about how much he wanted to crush their brother and all the pent up emotions he had running through him. However, since it was a Saturday, she knew that he'd take the opportunity to sleep in.

Walking to her mirror, y/n's eyes expanded at the disastrous sight of her hair, noticing how the braids she once had in had decided to break, causing her hair to become unmanageable and unruly.

"Ow ow ow ow..." choruses of swears and agonies streamed through her mouth as she teared up, trying her upmost best to untangle her hair. In the end she managed to do it, but she had to be departed from some of her hair, now seen in a bundle by the sink. The girls face was red as she rubbed her now aching head.

Once getting through that, she begun to wash her face. Sadly, her morning wasn't looking bright for her as her face wash immediately got straight into her eyes, causing her to scream in pain and scrub her face off, desperately trying to be rid of the burning sensation in her eyes.

Ultimately at the end, her face was bright red as she began moaping while walking around her room, looking for her gym clothes. Looking at the place where she swore she put them, to her surprise they weren't there.

From looking under her bed, to the toilet seat, to the shower, to her kitchen, and to the flower pot, she could not find her gym clothes. Frustration took over her as she yelled in her palms as she ran back to her room, wanting to give up on life at this moment of time.

However, what met her face, was not her pillows, but her gym clothes. She stared at them for a moment, then two, then she let out a 'horray'!
If you have a bad morning, then that means you'll have a good day!

Now standing at the closed door, she let her body take control and she begun walking to her school, letting the crisp morning air fill her lungs as she enjoyed the humming of birds, the whooshes of wind in the distance, the way the sky turned a baby blue and the sun was reaching its peak point.

The chills of the air spiked at the girls spine as her hair stood on end, goosebumps inevitable as they sought warmth and shelter from the brink morning, making her involuntary shiver, as wisps of breaths manifested from the girls lips.

Swilling thoughts twirled and leaped in her mind, her eyes were casted on ground while mindlessly kicking a stone in front of her, camouflaging her nerves as she continued to trudge toward her school.

Doubts and unsureness conveyed and covered her head. Wrapping her arms around her for support, she tried to mimic a touch she hadn't felt in so long. A touch that would instantly thaw away any further bitter, frigid feelings of despondency.

How much she missed it; words wouldn't be able to comprehend the longing feeling of being held in his arms once again.

Sadly, you can wish for things among the bright, glowing moon, begging for things to be restored to normal and for the world to go back in order, but change is inevitable. Situations happen, circumstances change, emotions spiral out of control. Some things are irreversible.