fragile. //discontinued//

4.

It was when school has ended that I finally decided to get my ass up and drag myself home. I felt like absolute shit. My hair was messy, a product of my constant pulling on it in frustration, and full of ashes. My pack of cigarettes was almost empty and a fact that I had no way of getting a new one until tomorrow morning drove me insane. I'm not gonna make it, I thought. It felt like it was the end of the world. As soon as I got home and made sure I locked the door, I dragged myself towards my bedroom and slammed my body on the bed. Fuck, I'm so tired.

Her golden locks bounced as she skipped over to me, calling my name while doing so. She was adorable and I couldn't help but smile at the amount of energy she held in that small body of hers.
"Ymir, I found a stand with your favourite candy, come on." I cast her a confused glance because I never really liked sugary things but as I saw what she was talking about, I gave her a devilish grin. Pocky.

I woke up the next morning around 6 o' clock, since I went to sleep early, but I refused to get up. I tried going back to sleep, trying to get that dream back. It was a memory I treasured of the day my Historia and I went to some festival, not quite sure what was it's theme.

After half an hour of tossing around in bed, I realized that sleep will not come back to me so I lazily dangled my 'tentacles' off my bed as I took my sweet time to get up. It's Saturday, thank fuck, I thought. I didn't have a reason to be awake until 7 o' clock since it is at that time that a shop where I usually buy my cigarettes opens.

I slowly got up, heading for a bathroom to do what I had to. My feet dragged me to the kitchen next and without my mind even processing what my body was doing, I took a bottle of ketchup, a plate and some bread.

My mornings were all usually the same since I never was a morning person or the one to jump straight into the action first thing in the morning. In fact, those kind of people usually annoyed me. Historia... was one of those who are wide awake the moment they wake up.
Historia. 

Her name rung in my head like church bells.
God, I am so fucked up.

I was torn from my thoughts by a sound of my own chewing. The bread was old and rock hard. Disgusting. I need to go grocery shopping but I'm too lazy for that.
I'll manage, I thought, I'm really too lazy to go grocery shopping.

Before I knew it, it was already 7 o' clock. I grabbed my cloak and headed out.

(Uneventful chapter, I know, but it was just a filler since I'm awfully stuck and out of ideas. Sorry it took so long to update~)