Oblivious (Boun x Prem)

Chapter 27: Movies

It's Saturday morning-ish, it's just past 10 and I only got out of bed like half an hour ago.

I'm still half asleep and am really considering just staying in bed today.

If you were to look out the window you'd find the sky a shade of grey and only getting darker.

The animated sound of rain hitting the windows is an ever present reminder that it's only going to get colder and I'm only going to get sleepier.

Yet it's not the kind of sleepy where you can lie down and fall asleep, it's the kind of sleepy where you want to go to sleep but your annoying dipshit of a brain won't let you because it's on overdrive.

So here I am, in my kitchen eating a carrot and staring at my notebook. I've just been writing a bunch of random things, whatever comes into my head.

Ghosts are like me, sometimes I'm just not all there.

You like to talk, because you like the sound of your own voice too much.

If I were to die would you cry?

Sorrow is like the rain, it comes and goes.

It's a bittersweet sight
On this bittersweet night
Loving you is a painful delight
Loneliness is an unpreventable fate
Much to ones dismay
You are quite beautiful
And so very untouchable

And it goes on. I have so many  notebooks with just random phrases, doodles, lyrics and wherever else is in them. They've just piled up over the years, since I was maybe 10 or 11.

It just always calmed me, so whenever I was feeling sad, not well, angry, frustrated or confused I'd just grab my notebook and pencil and just write. It didn't have to make sense, because I was writing my feelings out, and sometimes your feelings just don't make sense.

Writing is and always has been my outlet, because I was never really vocal about my problems or worries to other people. To put it simple, writing is my therapy.

The rain is starting to get harder, distracting me from my thoughts as I subconsciously focus on it.

That is until I realise the blanket that was around my shoulders is now at my waist, resulting in my neck becoming cold and me getting snapped out of my trance.

Quickly bringing the blanket back up to my neck I rub my hands together.

Damn this AC-less apartment!

Getting up I walk around into the actual kitchen it's self and turn the kettle on. Time to make myself a cup of coffee, hopefully then I will be able to fall asleep.

Unlike most people, coffee makes me sleepy. If I've had like three cups in a day, by like 8 I'm ready to just pass out and wake up a week later.

But it also sort of has a delayed affect on me, if I can get past a certain time period without succumbing to the need to sleep, then I'm affect by the caffeine.

But then that results in me just wanting to dance for no reason.

But let's move away from that topic...

After putting the coffee and sugar in I pour the milk into the mug, mixing it together.

The smell instantly hits my nose and sets off a trigger, and suddenly I'm reminded of Wednesday for some reason, my cheeks heating up slightly.

Ghosting my fingers against my lips I lean my back against the counter.

His lips were so soft, so gentle...