Snowflakes (King Dice x Depressed! Reader) OLD

When it was still Morning *5K special*

⚠️Largest Warning of them all, There's is a point where abuse is present and without giving too much away, failed relationships are present as well. The mention of rape is also in there but barely. The biggest warning of all is thoughts of suicide that may or may not lead to actions. If you are uncomfortable with all this, I suggest you stop reading, for your own sake. Reader discretion is advised.⚠️

👇If you want better effects, than I advise you to play music when I give the note, it is not necessary though.👇

😬Geez you know this chapter is gonna be deep because of how professional I'm being with these emojis and warnings.😬

-Let's get this show on the road!-

//Your POV//

*A couple days later*

The Morning.

Ah, the crisp morning of early May.

I woke up in my room, the walls looking oddly more pail than usual.

Dice said this old house needed a new paint job but not at this level.

I assured myself the sun's rays were playing games with my eyes.

There was a bittersweetness of the air when I pushed the window open.

The air was humid, but not smoldering like what the later months will bring.

The sky had a small breeze attached to it, making it at least a little bit easier to breathe.

There was a lot more clouds in the sky than yesterday, and looked like it was going to rain later in the day.

Despite all the clouds, the blue atmosphere was still recognizable in patches between the clouds.

Dew on the blades of grass outside made the lawn glitter.

The overall dampness and serenity of the morning was simply magical.

At first.

I kicked my bed open and stood up.

I bent backwards a little bit and craned my aching back, trying to relieve the soreness.

I dug throw my Walmart, Plastic, clothing drawer, getting ready for the day.

I threw on a more pastel and girly outfit than usual.

I decided to ditch my iconic, gray, baggy sweatshirt that I wore at first simply out of comfort which soon became a regular.

I instead traded it for a pastel, coral, pink sweater with cut off sleeves, which I made only to run past my elbows a little bit.

For pants, I settled for black ripped jeans.

I swung a light, army green jacket over my sweater.

I left my hair fall down along my (back/neck *depends on how long your hair is*) and I brushed it out.

I looked at my hair for a little bit.

I realized how fucked up my haircut was.

*this all depends on how long your hair is, but to make this fair I'll make two options*

*Option 1: Long/Medium Hair*

It was totally uneven.

Some of my hair was shorter and some was long.

This was due to my failing attempt to give myself a haircut and failed at (attempting) doing layers.

I also noticed how dead my hair was and all my ends were frayed and screwed up.