Life, existence, death, reality. All those synonyms seek your soul and turn it into a profound meaning—the meaning of why you're on this planet, breathing the same air as successful people. You probably noticed I added the word "death" to those synonyms. Well, when you think about it, for some lost souls, there's no difference between being gone and living.
July 19th, 2019.
The hard, violent rain started to fall on a Monday morning. An alarm could be heard in the room of a man. Tendou, exhausted, turned his head towards the phone that activated the melancholic music and turned it off. The rough winds whistled as it made the boy's curtains fly, gently touching his head, surprising him. The phone immediately rang, but the young adult ignored it. After entering his bathroom, he quickly brushed his teeth and hair. He went into the kitchen to grab a piece of buttered toast left on the counter. His roommate, Semi, must have prepared it for him before he left for school. He was very empathetic and cared a lot about the red-haired man. He glanced at the clock, thinking he would have time to go to the store to buy some food for lunch today. It read 7:17 a.m. It took the 6'0 inch tall man five good seconds before reacting to the hand on the clock, betokening he was late. "I am so late!" Tendou grabbed his bag and umbrella as fast as possible, running towards the door. Crossing the threshold, he slammed the door behind him, opening his voicemails as he kept running at the same pace with the toast between his thin lips. Semi called three times to make sure his roommate woke up on time for his first day in university.
"Hi, Tendou, it's Semi. Are you awake yet? Class is starting soon. Call me back when you receive this voicemail." Tendou dialled his roommate's phone number, but tripped on a slippery rock causing his phone to slip out of his hands. Even his long fingers couldn't reach the flying phone. His whole body began following the movement of the electronic device as the piece of bread flew out of his wide-open mouth. He let out a little gasp until his chest was first to land on the wet pavement. The screen of his cellphone was destroyed. The rain was lighter, creating a dull sound. Drops were falling on the man's back. He looked as if he gave up on going to his destination. Tendou weakly tried to turn his body to lay on his back, contemplating the raindrops landing on his pale skin. It made him seem like he cried. The latter grinned as a soft chuckle escaped his mouth. "It's okay if I'm late... I've experienced worse in my life."
The young man moved his head to the left, seeing his broken phone, sitting a few feet away. His facial expression rapidly turned into a discouraging look. He gave himself a small boost of energy to place himself up. He was now sitting cross-legged. His wet, dirty hand reached his cracked device and brought it closer to his curbed body. He wiped the gravel that got stuck between the cracks. Tendou finally got back to his feet and began to walk at a normal pace. The disappointed look on his face revealed that his phone was done for. It couldn't be turned on anymore. He tilted his head back, taking a deep breath as he let the delicate wind blow on his face, making his soaked hair dance in the cool air. As he looked down, a big building suddenly appeared in his eyes. The university the slim man attended had four floors. Unfortunately, his class was on the last one; therefore, he had to run with the little strength he had left after his unfortunate incident. Feeling drained of energy, he entered the humongous construction. And as soon as he set foot in the loud hall, other students had their eyes set on him. Everyone gave the poor man dirty looks, but it did not give him a reason to confront them, as they were all irrelevant to him. He was used to all of the cruel looks on their faces, sizing him up and judging him for the way he looked. (We can definitely say he gets his fair share of attention regularly.) Climbing the stairs was fatiguing for the half-asleep man. Thankfully, he got to the top floor safely and briskly began walking towards his biology class. His trembling hands touched the door handle and steadily rotated it before a small, rapid squeaking sound could be heard. The class had already started, but everyone stopped doing what they were doing to lay their eyes on the bullied boy.
Tendou's expression turned into a disheartening look. Feeling his heart drop, he decided not to take notice of anyone's grin. However, he did notice a kid was ready to begin bursting out laughing. As soon as Kye sat down, he frowned, which forced everyone to turn their attention back to their professor. Except for one. "Why are you in your pyjamas?" Says the boy giggling and grinning, placing his hand in front of his teeth. Tendou's eyes widened as his eyes gradually began moving down to check his clothes out. He quickly looked back in front of him, sweating and biting down on his lip.
"FU-"
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Fanfiction[18+ Very dark and profound themes such as suicide, drugs, philosophy, abuse, etc. that can make readers feel easily uneasy as the subjects are triggering and disturbing.] •I suggest you listen to the soundtracks above the chapters for a better expe...
