You woke up at three the next morning sprawled on the couch. Your face was hot and sticky with tears. Your hair was tangled and messy. You spent most of yesterday annoyed and fuming at the way Seven treated you. When the sun went down, Seven called your home phone. Not wanting to answer, you let the phone ring until he left a message.
"Hey [Y/N]," he had said, "Listen, I know you're mad at me and I'm sorry. I really mean it. You have every right to be mad. I took it to far. Please... call me when you feel up to it... okay? I hope you forgive me soon." Hearing the sincerity in his voice made you lose it. You realised that you had overreacted and it made Seven worry. Now he thought it was his fault. You got up to get the phone. Reaching out to the phone, you felt silent tears fall down your cheeks and you let your hand fall to your side. Unforgiving tears of guilt, shame, and sadness rolled down your cheeks. Before long, painful sobs erupted through your chest which throbbed painfully. The whole evening was a blur. You had obviously sat on the couch at one stage and fell asleep.
Sitting up, you worked the kinks out of your neck. Your chest still hurt horribly and your eyes were probably puffy and red. Deciding that you wouldn't be able to sleep anymore than you did, you blindly tripped and fumbled through your pitch black room. Finally finding the light, you flicked the switch and squinted when the lights lit up the room. The lock on your door was left open, leaving your house unlocked. When you finished locking all doors, your stomach rumbled loudly. Deciding food was the next order of business, you walked into your kitchen and opened the fridge to find ingredients to cook something. A note was attached to the top shelf. 'I got those scrambled eggs you wanted. I hope they still taste nice after you heat them up. – Seven' Underneath was a plastic box containing scrambled eggs. Fresh guilt welled up inside you. Wiping tears from your eyes, you put the eggs on a plate and warmed them up.
You got ready for the day slowly, knowing you had plenty of time. Scrubbing all the grime off your face and washing your hair took far longer than normal. By the time you had gotten ready, it was four-thirty. Deciding fresh air was just what you needed, you went out for a walk.
Shoving your hands deeper into the pockets of your favourite sweater, you felt grateful for it's warmth. The sun had just crept over the pine trees in the park across the road. The air had a chilly nip to it which made the metal chains on the swings freezing. Not that you needed them. Your feet reached the ground so you swung back and forth slightly without holding the chains. Your breath came out in foggy puffs as you watched the sun crawl above the trees.
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Someday In Space
Fanfiction[CAUTION: Contains spoilers for the game 'Mystic Messenger'] You have spent the past seven months catching up with your friends from the RFA... especially Seven. Somebody keeps calling you, calling you 'Princess'. What does this mean for you and how...
