Break My Heart (Mew x Gulf)

Chapter 13: Unattainable

Papers and books scattered all around him in a cemi messy circle, laptop just off to the side on his left, music as usual playing from the device as he only barely hears it in the background, his main focus being the work at hand.

Since he hand no classes today, Mew'd decided to use his class-free time to study and work on some things he was a little behind on. Because who wouldn't want to do that with their free time?

Album after album had been playing for the past three hours and Mew just kept adding them on, MØ's 'Forever Neverland' being the current one, and everyone once in a while Mew'd stop what he was doing to sing or use his pencil to drum along to the lyrics of a particularly favoured song.

This time though he'd preferably decided to not use his earphones, and the music wasn't playing all that quietly either, so anyone passing by outside his door could mostly likely hear it. But it's not like he cared all that much.

Mew'd never really gotten any complaints about his music taste, most of the people that'd heard the music he listened to actaully complimented him on it, saying he had great taste and those kinds of things. But either way, it didn't really matter to him what other people thought of the music he listened to, his friends if anyone having the most valid opinion to him. But again, he'd never gotten complaints from them either.

And it's not like his friends would sugar coat it or anything like that for him. If they had an opinion on something thay would speak their mind, being quite blunt most of the time.

Mew was quite grateful for the friends he had, he'd known them all for years and knows he can trust them with anything, and they know it goes both ways. He can always trust them to give their honest opinion, even if it's not something he wants to hear, because that's usually what he needs.

Grabbing the warm mug next to him on his right, Mew takes small sips of the now warm caramel liquid, inwardly sighing as it slides down his throat. Scrolling down in the page he was on, he checks the time looking to the right corner of the laptop screen, seeing he's still got a few hours before his shift at the pharmacy starts.

Unlike the day before, it wasn't sunny or warm, and you couldn't lay on the grass in a state of reverie. Not unless you liked lying on wet cold grass while your cloths became damp pieces of fabric and started sticking to your skin. No, no one particularly likes that.

It's been raining since he woke up and as soon as he was able to convince himself to get up (with coffee obviously) he decided he might as well use his time wisely.

"Let me out,
I'm trapped in a blur,
started out the way I wanted but it's weird now.
Let me out I'm lost in the words,
too much in my head I should've seen the bad signs~
I want to tell you everything'll be fine,
but I'm afraid it's a waste of your time,
let me out I'm lost in the words don't know how I ended here trapped in a blur~"

Singing along he taps his pencil against the outer of his thigh as he puts the mug down and instead picks up one of the few textbooks around him.

And he continues to work for another hour, time just going by as he gets immersed in the task at hand, like always. And the next thing he knew it was 10:20, assuming he saw correctly when he'd taken a quick peak at the time.

Placing the books and stuff into a pile away from himself, he stands up, groaning as he gives his limbs a stretch, a yawn following right after.

He falls backwards onto the bed, feet still touching the floor as he stares up at the ceiling, deciding he's done enough for the day.

He honestly feels quite stumped. He's still got about four hours before he has to leave and nothing to do to pass the time. Maybe he could call one of his friends and find out if one of them were free and see if they wanted to hang out? Then again, even if they were they probably have their own plans, and Mew didn't want to bother them.