Day 36 - Self Worth
I didn't talk with Hiyori all yesterday and today. Perhaps I didn't feel like dealing with her happiness, knowing that I would drag her along to my current melancholy. Or perhaps I was envious of her. All the gods liked her, she was pretty, kind and Yato actually got along with her. Looking in the bathroom mirror, I sigh.
My [eye color] eyes were dull and tired, while my usually soft skin was oily from the stress of recent days. Hiyori had silky, brown hair while mine wasn't anything to behold. [Hair length], [hair color], and lifeless. Maybe I was more of a zombie than I was human? Even the way I acted was drab and uninteresting to most. Sarcastic, short-tempered and impassive. Just as I was having myself a self-loathing party, Yukine came in. He saw the bags under my eyes and smiled sadly.
"Have you slept in the last few days, [Nickname]?" Shaking my head, he then grabs my hand and lays me down on my bed. When I was going to ask what this was for, he shushes me and pulls and light blanket over me before turning on the fan, kissing my cheek, turning off the light, and leaving. I roll over and get some well deserved sleep.