blood, bones & sweat

the temperatures outside were moderate and the illuminating sun slightly peaked out from the clouds that concealed it. yuu had no plans of experiencing any of that until her step-dad appeared, trying to find out why the shower isn’t working. she offered help but his dad refuses and ask her to not disturb him for a while; she let out a sigh and left, leaving the door open.

after a bit of aimless wandering, she came across a tiny park and decided to take a seat next to a resting cat on a bench. she closed her eyes and leaned back, setting her feet out straight, not realizing there was someone passing by.

                                       ” Whoops? ”

it wasn’t particularly late; in fact, it was rather early, judging from the dim light escaping the dust covering the small windows of the isolated cafe. and yet there she was, her messy sandy blonde hair falling across her features as she leaned on the table, resting her chin on her palm, her slender fingers along her jawline.

a silent mumble escaped her lips. she had been working 3 days straight, as resting hadn’t really seemed particularly necessary just yet, considering the amount of work she still needed to do. even so, she considered sleeping for a couple hours, for the sole purpose of delaying her unavoidable fate, as she’d need to eventually exit her most adored laptop and find herself some nutrients until some boisterous people, eventually finds their way inside the cafe.

                                 “ Ah— such a nuisance. “

Librarian! + random number= see you next week ( the naked face by sidney sheldon p. 105 )

she can’t believe that it’s been months since the last time she stepped foot on this particular clinic. the smell of cheap air freshener along the hallways, the almost—if it wasn’t for the nurses and secretaries chattering—deafening silence that surrounded it and the comfortable couches while waiting they wait for their session to begin. it didn’t changed at all, the sandy blonde giant thought so, lips pursed into a line as she silently sits on the corner. in all honesty, she didn’t want to be here, receiving volleyball balls are much more of a therapy for her than talking to a psychiatrist or a psychologist. week after week however, she would go there ( due to her step-father’s stubborn attitude ) and every week, she would see this tall blonde guy with the same black backpack waiting for his said appointment while reading a book.

                                                                                                      “ See you next week. “

"What are you doing? No, stop!"

"Is that blood!? Oh god."

"What are you doing down here by yourself?"

"Where did these cuts come from?"

"There is a bullet in your arm! We need to get you to a hospital!"

"Oh my god. W-Wake up! Oh please wake up!"

"Hey, are you okay?"

"You know, you should have said something! You're lucky I was here."

"Oh god, you just almost died!"

"Look out!"

"Here, take my hand. Everything's fine. Just hold on to me and keep moving."

"Don't look down."

"Take my hand!"

"You're going to be fine. I promise."

"What the hell happened to you!?"

"Hold still. It hurts worse if you move."

"You idiot! What do you think you were doing out there!?"

"Don't move."

"Oh Jesus. It sliced right across your face. No wonder you can't see."

"Hold on. What's the matter with your leg?"

"You're lucky to be alive right now."

"Oh, god. I didn't sign up for this. _______, I'm not a doctor!"

"I thought you were dead."

"We are going to die."

"Run!"

"Can you stand? Are you okay? Are you even conscious?"

"________? ________, you need to get up right now. Can you do that?"

"You've got a blood stain on the back of your shirt, and I really hope it's not yours."

"My god, I thought you said you could swim! What you did right there is called drowning!"

she's not like an ordinary                          20. volleyball junkie. still finding her life's purpose. world. she has her own                                  cancer survivor -- or so she thinks she is.          [ madness ]                                    a girl with a shady past that no one knows,   she lives in another dimension                                                               not even herself. and she does not have the time      for things that has no ( soul )