"𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?" - 𝐊. 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨
𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨: This story is Slowburn, follows a couple of months after the epilogue and is accurate/realistic.
WARNING: My writing style is very detailed, so if you aren't into d...
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-2nd person pov-
October 2nd, Monday - 8:33 am
It had been a few days since the run-in with that rude guy—the one who'd slammed into you so hard your phone practically exploded on impact.
As the weekend passed, you did everything in your power to pretend your phone wasn't hanging on by a digital thread, glitching and freezing every time you so much as breathed near it.
Saturday was dedicated to Michi, your spoiled little furball. You took her out for treats, browsed the aisles with her tucked in your arms, and even tried introducing her to other cats... which, predictably, she despised.
Sunday, on the other hand, was your treat-yourself day. You wandered through shops, bought cute clothes you absolutely didn't need, and devoured an embarrassing amount of oily comfort food.
Now, in the present, the morning sun poked through your curtains and spilled across your bed, warming your face. The light softened your features, making your skin glow like you were being gently spotlighted.
Your blanket was barely clinging to the bottom half of your body, leaving warm patches of exposed skin kissed by the sunlight. You snored softly, your mouth slightly open, blissfully unaware.
You were experiencing one of the best sleeps of your life.
Until your alarm exploded into the silence.
Brrringg. brrringg.
Your snoring only grew louder, blissfully oblivious to the chaos erupting next to you.
At this point, you could almost imagine little Z's floating lazily above your head.
BRRRINGG! BRRRINGG!
The alarm shrieked again, this time even louder and more obnoxious, like it was personally offended by your refusal to wake up.
You let out a miserable groan, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand.
"Is it time already...?" you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep as you dragged your blanket higher to shield yourself.
You burrowed deeper into the blankets, hands pushing down against the fabric as if you could physically hold the sound at bay.
BRING! BRING!
Finally—finally—you pried your eyes open beneath the warm cocoon of your bedding, your expression the embodiment of Are you kidding me right now?
In a fit of sleepy irritation, you grabbed your pillow and smacked it directly against your own head.
