Once Again (One-Shot)

(One shot) Once again (Au?)

ONE-SHOT: Once Again
Words: Under 1500 words
(No idea what to tittle this but- this-this is what I came up with ;u;)

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(If it's decent :'D)

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Flip.

Pause.

Flip.

The cycle repeated itself for the millionth time after hours sitting at the same spot on the couch. A creak echoed around the silent room as sunlight shone through the window that covered up the whole wall. The vibrant colors of flowers are hidden away from prying eyes, shining its beauty from the outside garden and inside the room.

You may see it, but you may never touch it; the people that saw it's beauty would get the reference, once they heard that saying.

White delicate roses bloomed, as well as dandelions, tulips, lilies and many more other unknown flowers that grew. The colors meshed well with the outside and inside faces of the small two story bookstore that stood on the quiet street of Vale.

'Which...' The man murmured slightly in his quirky, yet sinister mind. '...was unusual.'

The man looked at the clocks that littered every space of the walls there was in this tiny dim room. The man quickly huffed as his body protested from the sleep it lacks with and hasn't had yet. He made his body—against the way it protested on him—stand up and do a quick and simple stretch. Some bone cracked here and there, but that was alright with him; he grimaced when he ruffled his hair and felt how greasy his scalp was.

'Damn,' The man quickly swore. 'What day is it?'

A hand went to his side table and picked up a small rectangle and transparent object, a scroll. He quickly turned it on and it showed 'December Tenth' in bright bold numbers flashing at him. A silent hum went through the back of the man's throat. Quickly, he coughed slightly at how raspy it felt.

'Five days,' the man huffed, careful with his throat this time, putting the scroll back to its original spot. 'How strange.'

The man went to the only door in the dimmed room and quickly grabbed the handle, as no sound came from the door whatsoever as it swung open. He quickly went through and elegantly closed the door with a simple push, making it shut behind him, for who knows how long until he enters it again. A silence once again entered the man's ears as he looked at the hallway he was in. From his door, he started walking towards a white door.

He entered the room.

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Steam is everywhere in the room and water flowed down the man's body. The man simply hummed a tune as he quickly washed out the shampoo in his silver hair, making it glow slightly. Once that was done with, the man quickly started to ran his hands along his body, his chest, shoulders, arms, stomach, and even his legs. The dirt made the water turn into a mucky black color and the man huffed slightly at the sight.

How strange, why was there so much dirt on him?

It didn't matter, the man quickly dismissed the idea from his head and deemed it useless. The silver head man slowly made his head go up, making the hot water roll down his body, relaxing him. He closed his eyes briefly, just for a moment.