hide your actions behind your mask
{ Everyone's like that. When they face difficult situations, they run. }
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It's the second time that she visited that week, And surprisingly everything was where it was supposed to be. It was like there wasn't a single trace of her living there. Unless, of course, that you count how there was furniture (with traces of fingerprints) and the living breathing human standing in the middle of the room.
(Though she probably shouldn't be here- no one seems to care. And she was perfectly fine with that.)
The bed was driving her crazy. Discluding the fact that the covers weren't put properly (she has major OCD), it also brought back so ugly memories (that, uhhh, she, umm would rather not mention.)
She wasn't going to lie. This mess of a room wasn't her old apartment. Fresh starts weren't her thing. But it looks like her years of experience with lockpicking (with the help of wikihow)was her thing.
She had picked the right time. The right time to sneak into this old apartment she was familiar with. Very familiar with.
She was lucky that her ex-boyfriend wasn't there.
(Probably because he would start killing her, but then, she could easily kill him back.)
She knows how she probably shouldn't break into her ex-boyfriend's, but she's getting her things back. And no one can stop her. Expect maybe the cops and her jerk of a former boyfriend, but she'll deal with them later. When she actually meets them.
But there was no possible way that she would actually see the face of one of them because-
"Rin?"
She forgot to lock the door.
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{ But how long can you run without being found? }
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"So you're telling me that you picked my lock to sneak into my apartment just to take your sweater back."
(Rin guesses it's time to introduce this douce-bag, Len.)
"Hehe..." she giggles nervously trying desperately to cover up why on earth her stupid brain decided to break a law for something so stupid. "It...um...was my favourite. Hehe..."
Len sighs.
"You know you could've just called me, right. I could've just looked for it for you. It's not like our relationship got worse after we broke up."
(It did, she thinks in her mind. But an argument might come up and she was so so so tired so what could she do?)
"I could've, except for the fact I don't trust you with seriously looking for it. Like seriously seriously." she replies knowing she got him.
"Well... fine. You can look around for it." He sighs again and it seriously bugged her.
After a while of looking, she actually was able to find it in the mess of the room and silently left (Len was sleeping).
On the way back, her head ran around what had happened when they broke up. The memory was very blurry. All she remembered was how they had an argument and couldn't cool down afterwards, so Rin grabbed her stuff and left. And she went back the next day to talk about it, which ended in the breakup.
(No wonder Len broke up with her. She has such terrible memory.)
Maybe next time she could have more chats with him.
(She really just wanted to keep a friendly relationship. But she wonders in her head, why does she sound like such a clingy ex-girlfriend?)
Something's wrong with me, she thinks in her head going home to get some well-deserved rest.
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{ After all, if you spend your entire life running, how will you be able to take a moment to stop and think? }
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You've got 3 new message(s)
"Doucebag of an ex-boyfriend"
Hello? Rin? (12:30 a.m.)
Sorry I didn't help you with finding your sweater. (12:31 a.m.)
And yes, I know I'm a douce. (12:31 a.m.)
Rin woke up and this was the first thing she saw. (Well, apart from her ceiling, room, blankets, phone background, and... okay maybe the tenth. But who cares.)
Who the hell messages their ex about how he knows he's a douce at 12 in the effing morning was I crazy to date him was the thing she thinks, but then again, she jobless and just woke up at 3 in the afternoon, so who's she to judge.
She texts back a simple "Are you crazy" and continues on with her normal morning routine.
And of course, she's in a shoujo manga, because there that ponytailed jerk in all his glory.
(And for a second she thought it was just the delivery guy.)
Like the arrogant person she is, she decides to ask, "The hell do you want and where did you find my address?" with bread in her mouth because why not.
He finishes he's panting and says, "Your mom. And we need to have a chat."
Just great, she thinks in her head, because she forgot to tell her mom that she broke up with Len. And the fact her ex-boyfriend is knocking at her door wanting "to talk."
("Reasons not to date Rin" no 1100003: She uses short term memory for everything.)
She lets him in and her shoujo manga mind thinks that he wants them to be together again.
Maybe she was the clingy girlfriend.
(But she faced it.)
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{ Once you run into a hole, you can't run back. }
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I final-freaking-ly finished this trash of a chapter with the quotes barely having a connection with the story and lol that hole reference thats good enough for me now before I die with my funeral music as silence. I mean bird sounds trees being blown and probably no relatives of mine great music, no
20 hour plane to hell here I come (笑)
:me thinking about continuing this story: no just edit it 5 years later cringing
I think extremely vague stories are still better for me oh well
Disclaimer: Do I sound genius enough to create Vocaloid, bread, and wikihow? Still probably shouldn't pick other's locks, I'm just saying. I'm not going to court with you.
08/24/17