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y/n lay sprawled out on her bed, eyes blank as they fixed on the ceiling above. the world outside was sunny, bright with weekend energy, but she didn't feel a hint of it. seventeen, nearing eighteen, but already feeling like she was grinding her way through some endless cycle. each day was the same: wake up, go to school, work until she couldn't anymore, sleep, and do it all over again. rinse and repeat. it was a draining pattern, one she felt would stretch on forever, pulling her deeper into the exhaustion she couldn't seem to shake. her friends asked her to hang out sometimes, but even then, she was always too tired to say yes.
the thought of getting ready, going out, making conversation-it all seemed like too much. instead, she would drag herself home, collapse onto her bed, and try to unwind with a video game, a few episodes of something, anything to distract her. but even her favorite games didn't carry that same thrill anymore. they were familiar, comfortable in a way, but now they felt like they were just...there, as if part of the same repetitive loop she was so tired of. the hobbies she'd once poured herself into now only reminded her of how empty she felt.
so she lay there, arms flopped out at her sides, feeling heavier than ever. she had no plans today-it was saturday, after all. she'd been counting down to it, hoping the weekend would bring some relief. but here it was, and she didn't feel a bit better. the usual things waited for her-homework she'd push off until tomorrow night, half-finished projects, and a list of things she could do but didn't want to.
right now, she just wanted to close her eyes and drift somewhere else, even if only for a few minutes. just as her eyelids fluttered shut, her phone buzzed, breaking the stillness. with a sigh, she rolled over, reached for it, and squinted at the screen. a single message stared back at her: "are you free?"
it was from amara, her closest friend, the one who knew her quiet moods better than anyone. she stared at the text, thumb hovering over the screen. it was a simple message, but she couldn't decide how to answer...y/n's eyes drifted over amara's message again and again, the small words dancing across the bright screen, making her blink a few times. she really should've just said 'no thanks' and gone back to lying around, but something about the idea of meeting at the mall sounded...refreshing. it had been ages since she'd gone out just to be out, not for school or work or some chore.
she sighed, thumb hovering over the keyboard, then slowly began to type a response.
𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐚 <𝟑𝟑 １２：４６ ｐｍ
are you free??
wsp
for a moment, her phone was still, quiet. she set it down, half-expecting amara wouldn't reply, maybe distracted by something else. but after a few seconds, her phone buzzed again.
