When We Say Goodbye - Broken Marissonshipping

Chapter 3

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Alain groaned as his alarm reached his ears, twisting over in bed as he reached out for his phone. He fumbled with the device for a moment, thumb tapping against the screen as he tried to shut off the alarm. The blaring died down all at once, and he let out a sigh of relief, sagging back in his bed.

His room was dark, save for the light coming from his phone. He stared up at his ceiling for a moment in silence, exhaustion clinging to his whole form. He didn't want to move, laying here in this brick of a bed sounded so appealing at the moment, and he felt his eyes sliding shut.

No! What was he doing?! His eyes popped back open, just as his phone slipped into sleep mode, leaving the room completely in the dark. As appealing as the darkness was, he forced himself to sit up, and he dragged himself out of his bed. He didn't even have to take a step to be at the wall, flipping the lightswitch on. He squinted his eyes at the sudden brightness, groaning as he peered around the tiny room.

"G'morning..." He muttered aloud as he stretched, before blinking– there was no one else here. He closed his eyes– he needed to stop doing that.

Alain gritted his teeth, and simply got dressed for the day. He didn't care that the outfit was one that he had plucked off of the ground, or that there was wrinkles creased all across the fabric. He simply slipped it on, grabbing his phone off of his lamp table, peering at the time.

4:34 am.

Perfect, he had time to grab breakfast today.

He let out a yawn as he headed out into the hallway, towards the kitchen. He passed two other rooms on his way– his office and Faith's room. Despite him basically spending all of his time in this dreary apartment, his bedroom the smallest room in the house. He wasn't even sure if it was meant to be a bedroom, but that's what he used it as. He was usually in his office, so that's where he wanted the most space, and there was no way he'd stick Faith in what was probably supposed to be a large closet, even if she was only here once a month.

Alain let out a yawn, opening the fridge, popping open a container of Oran berries. He stuck one in his mouth, wondering if he even had something decent to eat in here. The fridge was a bare place at the moment, he hadn't been out shopping in ages... He'd need to do that before Faith would be over...

Alain's eyes widened realization– Faith.

He cursed to himself, swiftly stuffing the berries back into the fridge. He darting out of the kitchen and into his untouched living space, snatching a calendar off of the wall. He probably could have used the phone in his pocket, but he was too tired to recall that at the moment. He flipped to June, staring down at the calendar.

He was suppose to have her this week.

"Oh no..." He muttered, letting the calendar fall to the floor. "How could I have forgotten, how could I have..."

Well, he hadn't forgotten per se, he knew he was suppose to have her around this time, but it had slipped his mind that it was summer now– which meant he was going to have her the whole week. This week.

"Gah!" Alain cried, sinking down onto the sagging couch. What was he supposed to do– he wasn't ready for Faith! Mairin would have her here right at noon like always, and there was no way he'd be able to get any time to go buy anything, not on this short of time! He grabbed his phone, staring at it for a moment– he'd still have to ask for some time to go shopping. There was no way there would be enough food between him and Faith for a week, even if he stuck to his usual plan of a only meal or so a day.

But before he could even think of what he could do, his phone started ringing.

He stared down at the device, shivers running up his back when he saw the number on the screen. He hesitated for only a moment, before pressing 'answer'. He swiftly changed the call from a video to an audio one– not wanting to see his face at the moment.