ɴᴀʏᴇᴏɴ ᴏɴᴇ sʜᴏᴛs ➹

Black and white.

A/N:
This is a little Nayeon story I wrote whilst I finish my next chapter. Enjoy.
ff genre: Angst

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The world through my eyes is black and white. No emotion, no colour.
I feel cold.
I feel nothing.

I slump out of my bed, hitting the alarm located to the left side of my bed. I groan, rubbing my sleep filled eyes and letting out a long yawn, not even bothering to check my phone because in reality no one would text me, no one cared.
"I'm late." I ran a hand through my greasy hair, getting up from the side of the king size bed and flattening out the sheets I speedily slip on a pair of grey jeans and a black hoodie, no time for breakfast or a shower.
It's not like anyone would notice, right?

Working at a coffee shop was dead end, no one there liked me anyway. Especially my boss. The prick pays me minimum wage, I can barely pay rent let alone look after my dog, Benji.

The morning was feirce and cold, like most. Matching the way I felt. Perfect pathetic fallacy I would think.

I quickly threw a scarf over my skinny shoulders, tying it around my goosebump filled skin as I could feel a small breeze from the draft coming through the front door.

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I violently pushed on the door to my workplace, silently cursing to myself as my boss caught a glimpse of my state.
"You're fucking late again Y/N." He spoke, giving me one of his dirty looks, I wanted to throw up.
"Sorry." I could barely speak, anxiously pulling on the tassels connected to my scarf.
"Just get to work. No more warnings."
I placed the extra layers I was sporting on to a coat rack, placing an apron around my waist.
I sighed.
How can I even bare to continue with this routine, it's pointless.
I stand at the till, leaning against the cash register as I try my hardest not to snap at the rude customers demanding they 'speak to my manager'
"Sorry sir, it's not my fault that you spilt your coffee outside of the premises but you can't have a refund." I bite my bottom lip, watching his colourless face scrunch up, he throws the cup on to the ground in anger but I do nothing.
"Y/N, pick up the customers mess." I feel my managers eyes burn in to the back of my skull as I hear his raspy voice, once again speaking to me like an infant.

I say nothing, let alone feel nothing.
I bend down, reaching to place my frail hand on to the empty paper cup when I feel something else instead. A warm, flesh like feeling which I wasn't familiar with.
"Need some help?" The woman's sweet voice asks me.
I look up.
It's like everything was moving in slow motion, like I was overcome with a sort of high. The feeling was indescribable.
That's when our eyes connected and I felt something, I felt something.
I. Felt. Something.
What was this? Was my peripheral vision tricking me or was the previously sepia world I lived in gaining colour.

"Oh I-I'm fine.." I mutter out, my eyes widened and she laughed. Her laugh...it sounded happy and made me feel safe, even.

There's no humanly possible way I could describe how I saw this mysterious woman in front of me.

She had a sculpted figure which was emaciated and a pale complexion. Her hair was cobalt-black and it flowed over her shoulders. Her lips, blossom pink looking as though they would taste of the sweetest candy and hidden behind them was a display of angel-white teeth, taking on the shape of a bunny rabbits. Her enticing brown eyes fell upon the light of the sun, turning them into a pool of honey.
She was arguably the most stunning person I'd ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes on.