Waking up, take a bath, eat breakfast, go to school.
That was my daily routine.
It still is, really.
Nothing changed much in high school to college.
You're still doing those same routines you did.
But my routine is quite different once I came home from the time of my freshman year in college. Instead of opening my phone, talking to my friends in high school, I just lay or sit on the bed, occasionally looking at the window before looking at a blank wall, and closing my eyes as I drift away from my daydreams.
Inside this dream, I always sit on a seat of an empty train. By the windows is the scenery of bricks blurring due to the speed and across me sits a man in a black three-piece suit. His posture sits with legs crossed as his hands are placed neatly on his lap. His hair is pure white along with his beard and stubble despite not looking too old nor too young, visible wrinkles under his sharp blue eyes, however. Or should I say eye? A black patch covers his right eye with a bit of a vertical scar slightly peaking out.
"Hello, Ragnarök." He greeted me with his trademark smirk spread across his lips.
I smiled back before it fades, "I'm fine with 'Ragna' too, you know."
He chuckled deeply, "of course."
The silence ensued.
"No blabber today, kid?"
"Not at all, no."
"How disappointing."
"Eh," I shrugged as he snorted.
The silence filled in again.
"I still don't get how your parent named you 'Ragnarök.'"
He mumbled as he shifted in his seat.
It was my turn to chuckle.
"Like how yours named you differently, Slade?"
Slade chuckled again.
A/N: Eh. Short but (not so) sweet?
Idk. This is just a concept that popped up in my head. /shrug
Tell me what you think. :)