seasons. : a fireafy fic

chapter twenty six

(a/n: heavy dissociation. also sorry this chapter took so long my proofreader didn't get back to me for a few days and then my brother tried to bake his girlfriend a birthday cake and the oven/stove exploded so we couldn't cook food for a few days. my brothers have to go to 7/11 every day and pick up food for us but don't worry and her birthday wasn't ruined.)

Leafy was a kite, drifting amongst the wispy clouds, high above into the atmosphere, watching herself go about her day from down below.

She watched herself wake up, she watched herself eat, she watched herself do her schoolwork, as if she were observing herself through a window, her soul separated from her body. She's floating, lost to herself, walking through time as if she doesn't belong in the world of living.

She's not in her own body anymore; she can see herself from a third person perspective. The window is foggy. She talks to people through it, and it still surprises her that they can hear the words she is saying. To them, she's still there, but from her perspective, there's thick glass dividing her from their reality.

Most of the time, she just thinks. She watches herself walk, she watches herself sit and stare into nothing, and she just thinks.

How could she go so wrong?

She contemplates all of her decisions, she contemplates all of her emotions, because right now, she can't feel anything. She's disconnected from every part of herself, like an audience to her own life.

So she stays, watching herself, thinking to herself, somehow controlling her body with her mind.

Suddenly, without warning, she snaps back to herself.

The window shatters as she's violently pulled through, the clouds she once cruised amongst fleeing from the scene.

She's on campus, in her microbiology class. She's in her own body now, and she looks down, opening and closing her hands.

"Are you good?" Lollipop is looking at her as she stares at her hands.

"Oh!" Startled, Leafy jumps a bit at her seat. "Yeah I just, I don't really know what to say, if I'm honest."

Coiny, a few tables ahead, turns his head and looks at her.

For only about a second.

She couldn't catch his expression before he quickly turned away, going back to focus on the professor's lecture.

Leafy shifts in her seat, slightly uncomfortable.

Knowing he was Firey's best friend, his gaze was a bit uncomfortable now. Especially considering recent events.

Events that had gone sour because of her.

She bites her lip and instead looks around, noticing a lot of people were wearing red. This confused her.

What was the occasion?

She quickly grabbed her phone out of the back pocket of her jeans and fumbled with the power button. When the screen finally flicked on, the date displayed suddenly made a lot of sense.

Wow, Valentine's Day already?

She's missed so much from behind the window. She doesn't recall if she watched herself ever look at a calendar. Her physical body has been listless and barely alive. She wondered, briefly, how Firey was doing.

Her heart hurts, way too suddenly. It's a deep aching feeling, one that she's all too familiar with. Leafy picked up her pen and looked back down at her notebook, hoping to distract herself.

And once again, she's gone.

She's pulled back behind the glass, separated from her body like before. She doesn't exist in herself anymore.