The Key to My Heart | ꜰ!ᴄʀᴜꜱʜxꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

endurance and it's perks

3RD POV

The summer is almost over, Y/N knows that. It's hard to believe she'd be graduating this year, even though her classmates had made it evidently clear that they'd all be graduating following the summer break.

If Y/N learned one thing from school, it's that you shouldn't care about other people's opinions. She had locked-in quite harshly and became the girls volleyball captain, found a volunteering job, got straight As (even in Drama!), won a small piano competition, is in the soccer team, and became so extroverted that her classmate soon started questioning if she had a personality disorder.

That had made it crashing all down, but that's okay, because she has a plan. If she didn't have one, how would she get into university? 

Her parents had told her to chill this year and try her best to stand out in applications, which she did. It's not like she had to be told to behave, not anymore.

According to herself, she's in her 'positive era' now, as S/N likes to call it. Y/N calls it her "manipulation arc" but you can guess that she likes 'positive era' as it's more Gen Z.

A mosquito flies past her ear and Y/N swipes it out of the air, killing it. 

"Sorry, it had to be done." Y/N murmured to the small corpse laying on her palm. It had interrupted her train of thought and she had to restart all over again.

Reading over the blocky text in the book, her eyes skimmed throughout, and skipped to the end, where she had ended off at. Of course the main character had to be in a fight with the enemy, and of course the enemy wants to spare her life. Fun stuff.

A faint ring was heard, somewhere beyond her little realm in her room.

"Y/n, someone's at the door." 

Someone said something, didn't they? Her mind pieced up the puzzles too slowly, and soon a body was at the front door. A human, not body. Someone with feelings.

Y/N walked downstairs in a hoodie she threw on quickly, and opened the door. Her eyes widened as she saw the person before her.

Her knees gave way first.

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Sitting on a bench, on both opposite ends–trying not to attract grandparents who might mistaken them as couples–quietly complicating whether to speak or to die.

"So, you gonna tell me why you showed up here on a Saturday morning?" A confused Y/N, who fainted twice– let me tell you, asked a sheepish Sol. "Better question, how'd you find my address?"

Sol winced, he wasn't fond of talking to Y/N normally, especially about all that went down in the years prior.  "I... Asked BY/N..."
Sol said it quietly, but honestly, was the reason he said it quietly was because he wanted the impact to be less? It didn't make a difference.

Y/N was hoping for a answer that didn't come to that.
"Oh." Y/N muttered, perhaps this was really a mistake.

"Where are you going, Y/N?" Her mom had asked when she left for the park with Sol.

"Out, with a friend. Sol, you remember him." Y/N called into the hallway from outside, she didn't really bother hearing out the answer though. A few seconds of silence and agreement came from her parental figure. Her mother never had anything against Sol.

"Just don't make any mistakes." Was the only deal that her mom made her promise, which she obliged to a muttered 'okay'.

Sol waited for a decent reply before adding, "Yeah, I know things were rough..." Y/N wanted to scream, scream at him saying that he didn't know what she felt, didn't endure the pain, but she kept quiet.