𝑆𝑢𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑎𝑦
ⁱ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱᵈᵏ
ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵗʷᵒ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃⁿ ⁱⁿᵗʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵘ(??) ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵃ ˡⁱⁿᵉᵃʳ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜ, ⁱ'ˡˡ ˢᵉᵉ ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁱ'ˡˡ ᵈᵒ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳᵉ
It happened again. Like always. Not that she remembered much besides the few milliseconds after first closing her eyes; sometimes darkness, the sky, candles, or a burning hellscape. Until her eyes opened up to the sunlight coming from her open window again.
Groaning, she turned around on the mattres and threw her rag of a blanket over her head. Mattress on the floor, obviously. Couldn't afford much else besides paying for this dingy appartment and take out once in a while.
Not that it mattered much if she ate or not.
Her phone under the pillow dinged, she grabbed it and turned it on, squinting at the brightness and swearing under her breath.
Her brows furrowed even further after taking in the date. A week. A whole fucking week lost. She groaned loudly and threw her head back. Yes, no one besides her would remember, and this has been happening basically since she gained awareness of herself (or even before. Like she said, no one besides her remembers), but these random bouts of much time lost always frustrated her.
It was kinda of a good thing too, she thought with a huff while staring up at the stained ceiling; a whole week lost meant another whole week free.
Well then, it's almost time for work. A whole week of normal life.
You left your phone charging without a second glance and slowly got up from the mattress and to the bathroom, stumbling a little along the way. A much needed shower was calling your name.
⊰᯽⊱┈──━━ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ━━──┈⊰᯽⊱
—Time for work.— you sing-song, taking hold of your phone and walking to the busted up door with a yawn, grimacing at the memory of how it ended up like that. There's a reason to why they're called "loan sharks" and not "loan kittens", always vicious and excited for blood. From the few seconds you remember before your eyes closed, anyways.
They had come to teach a lesson, to make of you an example. Too bad those type of lessons never lasted or affected you for long. Really, for someone in your situation, it was the same end as always but with free money included, money you always needed.
—I should get someone to fix it...— You mutter, before looking up with a raised eyebrow then shrugging dismissively. For what? It's gonna end the same way again someday, and you could need that money for something else.
You open the door with some struggle and a kick, then close it with the same struggle and a swear. Stupid gang-men, what's the need of kicking the door open anyways?
Rushing down the stairs because the elevator is broken like always, you run to your job, keeping extra mind to avoid being too close to the street, looking up every 5 seconds, and taking quick glances at your back and around. It's not anything fancy, made obvious by your way of living, but it keeps you midly afloat, and they don't question anything. The most important thing.
Turning the corner, you run faster the moment it comes to view. A restaurant of chinese food, owned by a chinese marriage with a deep love for arguing loudly with each other and defensors of the "american dream". But hey, if it worked for them, who are you to judge?
You walk into the empty restaurant, and the owner greets you with a grunt while staring up at the tv on the wall with the news. Greeting him back, you walk into the staff room and put on your apron. You worked here during your childhood, and got back to it when you moved back. Was it child labor at first? Yes, but the tips were good and they let you keep them all to yourself, so nobody at home really cared. Even more, it was needed.
When you came back, they welcomed you with open arms (as open as their arms could be) and hired you, legally this time. Easy job, and let's hope it lasted forever, because there was nobody in less condition of college than you.
Talking about jobs, you did the occasional odd job around, your number being passed to anyone that needed a quick help and someone desperate enough for 20 dollars. Thankfully, it was more often than not an old lady that used up any excuse to get company.
You were quite popular around the old ladies here now.
At that, you decide to finally look into your phone's notifications since waking up, see if any job came up. You see Evan's contact and smile, giddy.
>[Hey! How was ur day? :)]
You giggle, squirming a little in your place and making Mrs. Keiko side eye you from her standing place in the kitchen. Whatever, bitter old lady that loved smacking her equally bitter husband.
The first few are all around the same, talking about his day while waiting for you to answer and talk about yours. They must be from before you died—
Until you notice that they don't stop.
>[Ur sleep already? Sleep tight!!]
The next day after the incident.
>[Heard from the guys that there was an car accident]
>[Real horrible stuff]
>[I'm more worried about u though haha]
Until there, it would be okay, normal, expected even. Sometimes they didn't inmediatly forget, it took some more time then. But not more than some hours. And the messages didn't stop, just getting more worried and franatic with the passing of the days. You stared up at the ceiling, not knowing what to do with this new situation.
There were two possibilities only. 1) Mister dreamy-eyes Evan was not a normal person, wheter he knew it or not. It was not your first time coming across some supernatural thing, but all they normally did when gaining knowledge of your situation was mock you, make fun of you for being so cursed.
2) Evan was way more attached to you than you thought.
... Was it wrong to wish it was more one than the other? Maybe you were biased, but that was between you, your flustered groan, and Mrs. Keiko glaring side eye.
⊰᯽⊱┈──━━ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ━━──┈⊰᯽⊱
You and Evan weren't that close during school, no matter how much you wished you were. He had his own close group, like any teenage boy with weird interests. And you... weren't in your best moment.
Foster care, horrible, horrible foster care. Your foster parents weren't that awful, just distant, but for a troubled and lonely teenager that had just been separated from her family, no matter how better your conditions of life were in foster care, you hated everyone.
Not that you demostrated it, you didn't want to be even more lonely, so more often than not you kept your comments and opinions to yourself, silent.
Oh but troubled teen girls had two big enemies:
Stupid teenage boys (the majorty).
And pretty teenage boys (the minuscule minority, a fact you believe in until this day).
And oh, wasn't Evan Myers the prettiest boy ever. According to you and your tastes anyways, you remember a girl from your group classifying him as the ugliest boy in the class.
Evan will never know, but you defended him with cape and sword. Really, your biggest, embarrassing fan moment. Your friends teased you about how they had never seen you so passionate about anything.
He was just so pretty, and so different from the other idiot teenage boys. So kind, interesting, funny, biggest boyfriend material ever. Atleast in your mediocre class.
And no matter how many times your friends tried to pair you both up, you were too scared to really try anything past subtle (real subtle) flirting. That he never catched on. Typical weird teen boy.
Then, life continued. You remember wishing to have atleast made a minuscule dent in his life before dissapearing after graduation, foster care finished. A girl will always remember her first parasocial relationship.
Until you came back under... indefinite reasons. You hadn't thought about him in years, and when getting here just had a quick «oh I wonder how he looks like now» before continuing to move boxes in.
You thought it would be too much of a coincidence to just, come across him while out. You had to have too much luck, and you were more of a bad luck person from birth.
Until you decided to go outside and actually came across him, that same boy rushing towards you in the middle of a park with a grin and a questionable hair cut, not caring about the possible awkardness.
You swear you feel in love in that exact moment. It wasn't a crush anymore.
You actually had to keep your excitement and joy in, eyes misty from intense feelings while reeling yourself in. Giving him just a side hug instead of crushing his ribs in a bear one was an accomplishment on its own, but giving him your number without question? You actually hiperventilated while walking back home.
After some time talking, you realized that yeah, your teenage self idealized this regular man over meassure. Not that you could fault her, looking into his eyes still made your stomach actually boil from nerves and caused some brain cells to die.
But keeping aside and discarding the idealized parts, he still was good. Kind, brave, funny, always had something to talk about. His fashion sense was weird to say the least but still cute. He reminded you of a sunflower, always aware of were the good side was.
Were you too biased? You didn't think so.
So, after purposefully going to the same park after work, standing like a stalker on the edge of a treeline, wait for him, then yell at him the moment you notice his gloomy persona.
You decide you have the right to be hopeful when he rushes to you while looking half dead from worry. Prettiest malnourished sunflower finding the sun again.
Future you can worry about the consequences of him remembering, it's not your problem right now.
ʸᵃʸʸʸ ˢᵘⁿᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳ ᵉᵛᵃⁿ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵈᵉᵃʳ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ
ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᵃ ʳᵉᵃˢᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ʷʰʸ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ'ˢ ᵖʳᵒⁿᵒᵘⁿˢ ᵃʳᵉⁿ'ᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵇᵒˡᵈ ⁿᵒʷ!! ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵘᵖᵉʳⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵃˡ, ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃ ⁿᵃʳʳᵃᵗⁱᵛᵉ ᵈᵉᶜⁱˢⁱᵒⁿ
