"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-
December 6th, Wednesday - 10:11 am
The morning air was sharp with winter chill, slipping in through the small cracks of your apartment windows as you stepped out of the bathroom, towel still wrapped around your body.
The steam clung to your skin, but there was a kind of clarity in the air—a strange, subtle stillness that told you this day was different.
Today was the day of your therapy session.
You hadn't slept much the night before—too much on your mind.
Your thoughts had looped in quiet spirals until well past midnight, your body still and heavy under the covers while your mind rehearsed every possibility.
But despite the restless night, when morning came, you got up with purpose.
You were determined.
Like something in you had finally said, Enough waiting.
Michi padded into the room like she always did—quiet, tail high, eyes blinking slowly like she'd already been up for hours.
She sat in the doorway of your bedroom, watching you like she was evaluating your energy.
"What?" you asked with a small smile, towel-drying your back as you walked past her. "You judging my vibe?"
Michi blinked slowly.
Then turned in a circle and sat again.
You dried off fast and moved to your closet, pausing for just a moment before you reached in.
A cute top that hugged just right.
Your favorite jeans—the ones that never let you down.
A leather jacket, worn in but still sharp.
A scarf for warmth and color.
Then your boots, thick-soled but sleek, easy to walk in and gave you that confident kind of height.
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