I opened my eyes. What time is it? I wondered blearily. I turned my head to see it was 10 already. I swore silently as I slowly got out of bed. I couldn't remember the last time I was late. Why did I wake up late today? The answer revealed itself when I opened the door. "Good morning," Nezumi said.
Ah, that's right, I thought. It's his fault. Oh... I forgot to complete the report yesterday. I finished everything else though. He'll will be mad. He's used to me being punctual and perfect. Which is good. No more mistakes. I blinked, pulling myself into reality. "Good morning," I replied. "Are you cooking?"
He nodded, flipping the bacon as I watched. "I'm late," I told him as I watched. "I should have been at the office by 7, so I need to go." I thought I heard him say something, but I ignored it, preparing myself for the day ahead. The routine was so instinctive that I'd forgotten about Nezumi until he said sharply, "What are those?"
I had opened the cabinet where I stored my pills. "My pills," I answered, grabbing several bottles and dropping them into my bag. I wondered if he disapproved. That was confirmed when he grabbed my arm, preventing me from swallowing a few. "You need this many?" He sounded angry.
"Yes." I was suddenly glad my hair was still down. He couldn't see my face, and I couldn't see his. He let his grip loosen, and I hurriedly swallowed them before he could stop me again. "How long have you needed those?" he asked, his voice still tense. "For as long as I can remember," I replied.
I glanced at my watch. "Good-bye." I headed towards the door. "See you later," Nezumi said. The thought he might still be here when I returned made me happy, though the feeling was dulled by the drugs. But how long is he going to stay? I contemplated that thought, and resolved to ask him about it later.
"Good morning," one of my coworkers greeted me. "You're late! Everyone was worried!" I smiled and thanked them, but quickly hurried on. I focused on my work, shame burning in me for my mistake.
Why couldn't he stay away? What a workaholic. They say he's been waiting for some street rat to return. No, really?! How does someone like that manage to lead this city? I bet he'll break down soon. That would benefit us a lot. Someone like him doesn't deserve his position. Just die already.
I closed my eyes briefly, stilling my hands. I had to hold back. Usually I don't take this much, but ever since Nezumi returned I've become more agitated than usual. I inhaled and opened my eyes, returning to work. It wasn't silent - everyone chattered a little, giving the room a false air of comfort and familiarity.
Instead the sound was stifling, the smiles and greetings and lies sickening. I couldn't help it. I swallowed a few more pills. I can't do this after all. When did I start taking these, anyway? I can't live without them anymore.
I don't have a clue how this sort of medication works, so this is entirely fictional, 'kay? Just saying. I know this is slow-going, but anyone who's waiting for this couple to have some tragedies won't be disappointed in the end.
