I don't remember much from those days.
Or before that. Honestly, it's all kinda shot. But there is at least one thing that's still vivid, something at the start of it all.
I remember the look on her face, looking down at me that day. Even through hazy, fading eyesight, her expression was engraved on my mind, illuminated by the setting sun.
A combination of disappointment and apathy, as though she were upset, yet numb to such things. However, that face shifted for a moment, a brief flash of surprise followed by a wry grin.
Then she asked me a question.
"How would you like to keep breathing?"
My eye lids ease open, the alarm on my phone blaring mercilessly next to me, as if to punish me for the indulgence known as sleep. A groan echoes through the one bedroom apartment as the agitated beast living in this bed desperately claws for the phone, begging the absurd sound to stop.
"Come on, cut me a break, I'm up already..." Finally, through sleepy eyes and a groggy head, I manage to slide my finger across the bottom of the screen, bringing a momentary relief to the room. Now I just needed to drag my ass out of the modest futon and get moving; everything after was up to chance. Wobbling to my feet, I stumble on over to the small counter adjacent to the front door, where an oven, stove, fridge, sink, microwave, and most importantly, a toaster await my discretion. Truth is, I don't put much stock in breakfast, so I grab some bread out of the cabinet above and set a slice in said toaster to cook while I brush my teeth and get dressed for school. Surprisingly, I manage to get the winter uniform of Misaki Municipal High School in time to grab the freshly heated toast, slather some butter on it, and head out the door. From my apartment, it's a pretty much a straight shot north to school, a route I'v become accustomed to after a year and a half.
There are about as many students as you'd expect on the way, seeing as it's about a half hour until first period starts. Even as long as I've been here, a few of them take notice of a green-eyed foreigner wearing the same uniform as them. It probably doesn't help that said foreigner is at least a few centimeters taller than the people around him, not that the light ginger hair was doing any favors either. I sigh and sling my school bag over my shoulder, picking up the pace a bit and taking a bite out of my toast.
Or before that. Honestly, it's all kinda shot. But there is at least one thing that's still vivid, something at the start of it all.
I remember the look on her face, looking down at me that day. Even through hazy, fading eyesight, her expression was engraved on my mind, illuminated by the setting sun.
A combination of disappointment and apathy, as though she were upset, yet numb to such things. However, that face shifted for a moment, a brief flash of surprise followed by a wry grin.
Then she asked me a question.
"How would you like to keep breathing?"
My eye lids ease open, the alarm on my phone blaring mercilessly next to me, as if to punish me for the indulgence known as sleep. A groan echoes through the one bedroom apartment as the agitated beast living in this bed desperately claws for the phone, begging the absurd sound to stop.
"Come on, cut me a break, I'm up already..." Finally, through sleepy eyes and a groggy head, I manage to slide my finger across the bottom of the screen, bringing a momentary relief to the room. Now I just needed to drag my ass out of the modest futon and get moving; everything after was up to chance. Wobbling to my feet, I stumble on over to the small counter adjacent to the front door, where an oven, stove, fridge, sink, microwave, and most importantly, a toaster await my discretion. Truth is, I don't put much stock in breakfast, so I grab some bread out of the cabinet above and set a slice in said toaster to cook while I brush my teeth and get dressed for school. Surprisingly, I manage to get the winter uniform of Misaki Municipal High School in time to grab the freshly heated toast, slather some butter on it, and head out the door. From my apartment, it's a pretty much a straight shot north to school, a route I'v become accustomed to after a year and a half.
There are about as many students as you'd expect on the way, seeing as it's about a half hour until first period starts. Even as long as I've been here, a few of them take notice of a green-eyed foreigner wearing the same uniform as them. It probably doesn't help that said foreigner is at least a few centimeters taller than the people around him, not that the light ginger hair was doing any favors either. I sigh and sling my school bag over my shoulder, picking up the pace a bit and taking a bite out of my toast.
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