Same

by Haitlan

Your thumb hovers over the 's' on the keyboard, pausing because you know he shouldn't be your passcode anymore because it's hopeless but you still want to enter it to grasp at the fact that he is not the same. That he is the uncertain variable in your life equation that ruins your data but you keep because it surprises you.

A/N: This came out of nowhere. I might continue it, comment. First fic, guys. go easy on me.

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Same

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By: Haitlan

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You walk into the lab with the same off-white lab coat and the same tired face everyday. You drink from the same standard brown mug and the same break room coffee that taste like crap and sit in the same black chair in your office.

And sometimes, you just want to scream.

But then again, even when things aren't the same, you still want to scream. In frustration when he just lets himself and his cheekbones in with his trench coat flairing behind him like a cape. You want to scream at the injustice of it, of why he always seemed to come at your worst time and how he never calls before he comes.

You sign, a little tired from his last visit that day and a little tired of all his insults. Your thumb hovers over the 's' on the keyboard, pausing because you know he shouldn't be your passcode anymore because it's hopeless but you still want to enter it to grasp at the fact that he is not the same. That he is the uncertain variable in your life equation that ruins your data but you keep because it surprises you.

You shut your eyes, suddenly more tired.

You walk home, because the night is chilly and you only have two layers on, and you stroll slowly in it. Basking in the chill and watch mesmerized by the way your breath floats up to your eyes. It's suppose to clear your head, but it just kinda muddy it a little more.