𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 | 儚き願い

一 | 𝟏𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

[𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝟏] - 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

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❝𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒍𝒔❞

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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑫 𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑨𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑴 𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑪𝑲 𝑾𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑶𝑭𝑭 𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑴, followed by a groan, your hands slamming the object to the ground before slowly sitting up from your bed. You rubbed your eyes as you tried to adjust to your surroundings. Your mind and body wanted nothing more than to curl underneath those soft sheets of yours and smother your face in the feathery pillows. Raising your hand to cover your mouth as you yawned and stretched, you swung your legs over the edge of the bed as you slowly walked towards the singular bathroom in the hallway.

You filled up the reusable cup with water before applying the toothpaste onto your brush. With your half-lidded eyes, you carefully started to brush your whitened teeth while staring at the mirror. As you brushed your teeth, you made some mental notes to pick up your journal for school. You had remembered you left it on your desk and wanted to fill it out for the morning. You spat out the minty paste and rinsed your mouth before grabbing a towel to wipe at the remaining droplets of water.

You went back to your room to which your uniform was laid out on the chair. Your school bag was left on the table as you brushed through your hair with a brush. Your room was quite plain, it had mostly white walls with golden-trimmed white-colored books neatly stacked against each other on the shelf. You turned to your bed to decide whether or not you wanted to fold the sheets. It was. . . extremely messy, you thought. There were sheets piled on top of each other, the pillows shoved into one corner of the bed, and various loose pens and papers surrounding your "nest". While the rest of the room was clean, your bed was one of the more unorganized spaces. You only shrugged as you thought to clean it up later when you get home.

You certainly wouldn't, but it was the thought that counted.

You slowly pulled up the required skirt that you had left out on the chair. You sighed as you continued to change into the required uniform. You thought that the high school uniform looked slightly childish for girls but it was unchangeable. You pulled your grey-colored sweater over your shirt, the end of the white fabric still peeking out from your outer layer.

Before you left the room to start on your breakfast, you picked up the required journal with its ribbon dangling from the edge. It wasn't a flashy journal, it had a white hardcover with a golden strip of fabric that separated the new from old pages. You had signed your name at the corner of the book, the characters of your name glimmering underneath the light of your room. As you ate your toast, you quickly documented your morning routine onto the papers. Some may have thought of this as a meaningless hobby, but to you, it felt like something more that you could cling onto to give significance to your boring life.

. . ."I hate you! I've always hated you!" The sharp impact came across your face in a swift movement. Your weak and fragile body crashed down on the wooden floor, your forehead hitting against the wooden ground with a small splat. "You're always in front of me, what have I done wrong?"

She screamed in frustration as her tears flowed down like a waterfall, her movements becoming more frantic by the second as she gripped the edge of your shirt and threw you towards the wooden shrine, the smell of incense burning being inhaled as you struggled to catch your breath.