aphmau meets the 'rent uvu
oh also this was supposed to be the penultimate chapter but then i kinda did a "what if she didnt die??" and then mulled it over
so i guess if enough people say they want to see the unused final chapter ill post it at the very end?
also yeah this is the chapter thats been prolonging the previous chapter for so long
im not apologizing (okay fine sorry qvq love you guys)
♥ - "I love you." - ♥
She's tired. Very, very tired, and that's what she notices first as her hand rests on the doorknob into math. Slumping over with clouded eyes, the doorknob's cold, excitingly so. Her hand rests on it much longer than it should've, but she opens the door and steps in, all the previous relief gone. Her eyes droop shut as she sits in her desk, not bothering to look up as Aphmau steps in.
She knows it's her, though. No one else has such perfect footsteps.
Her face is warm and her eyes have suitcases under them. She wants to yawn, but that takes too much effort.
Dear God, she was absolutely miserable.
"Hey Katelyn..!" There's worry in her tone. It doesn't make much sense, but a giddy feeling races through the slumped-over female (it's slight, though, numbly tracing the tired and beaten body of the girl yet leaves the small traces of a smile upon those chapped lips).
Katelyn almost lets out a small grunt, but that's much too rude (like spitting on the shoes of a goddess; how disrespectful), settling on a forced smile and a quietly muttered "Hello."
"You feelin' alright?" It wasn't really much of a question, but she can feel two bright honey eyes awaiting her reply.
(Just tell her you're fine.)
"'m 'lright... Better when... You're 'round..."
She said too much, didn't she?
A nervous flush begins forming on her face; it's warmer than the usual one.
She expects the heat to stop once it reaches a certain point.
"You don't... 'kay..."
Her words are spinning, like the spiral of a stairwell or the whorl of a trunk. It's fading, it's echoing, it's blurring, it's...
It's gone.
♥ - "I love you." - ♥
She notices her head is pounding and a mesh of indigo blots cloud her vision. Her ears ring with the screech of a drill, and...
The next thing she notices is that she's cold. She's frigid and freezing, laying her hand on her arm.
She's warm.
Why is she warm?
Where is she?
Panic immediately sets in and ice eyes frantically dart around.
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(discontinued) i love you (but i'm not sure if i should) - Katemau
Fanfiction[katemau, has darker themes later on. cover drawn by SomePerson234] "I wish you were as a good of a liar as you are beautiful..." She's not good with people, or school, or anything. Lost, she doesn't know what she's doing, or how she's still alive. ...
