The Odd Between The Evens

Chapter 1

There are different options that you could choose between these shabby shelves.

Apparently, Lang Leav is not my only way to walk through, but it could be. There are maps that tend to spark or bore your eyes out. A diorama that tends to be the map of this oblivion. Desktops to tell you what to tuck your head onto while some long leather sofa to accommodate my solo-flight bum.

That ain't my thing.

No offense, but poetry and literature or even your real-life-documentary-texts will never let me breathe.

The world is not nice, so we shouldn't be nice. We have to blend in, we have to cave in. We have to learn how to understand, we have to deal with asymmetrical lines. Fail your class, stumble down, get sick, or send goodbye to an old friend going to another city are the simplest ones.

Life is fair. You get to have your own sundae, then later on, drop it on the pavement. Why does life have to be that rude to me?

I end up in this cob web-made-of library, a home for my old almond-colored wader, an abode for my isolated soul. An old friend that might embrace my pale soul, yet its door may let the blueprint of my comforting yet unease plan.

No, jumping off a cliff is not my first pick. Overdose might be. Slitting your wrist can be messy, those are not my go-to, just the absence of life.

Life hates me.

"Reactive"

3 months from your window period, 6 months from the confirmed symptoms and every week, minutes are crippling.

Pessimistic. A safe standpoint in life.

Pessimistic expectations, less pain. Convenient for me.

I am not baking the cake for my pity party nor prepare the hats and the yellow-colored balloon saying "Everything's okay" but using my tactile sense to just feel the blanket of farewell comforts me.

6:00 AM- Monday - Himawari's Residence

Patio – Copper Grove

Copper Grove is my chum. Copper is a leather armchair and my mom won't initiate a conversation when I'm sitting on it but it doesn't mean I like it.

She just let me breathe and breathe, but Copper hates it when she does it.

Copper keeps me sane my mom keeps me stay.

While attempting to tie my hair up, my wader pushed me to fix our kitchen cupboard.

"Cookie, why are you up so early?" Mom smiled at me.

"This is my offering to the galaxy. Hope he hears me" I giggled.

Looking at her trying to hide her sad face is one of the reasons why I wanted to tick whatever's left. She pushes me to live my life and told me not to worry.

6:30 AM - Monday - Himawari's Residence

Went to shower and try to deny my itching skin with a store-bought aloe gel. Let loose of myself and tie my shoelaces. I prepared a tumbler of milk and packed-cereal for lunch.