I put all of my drafts here from years ago that I'm extremely embarrassed about. But I need closure so, suffer.
These are unfinished but I wrote down the endings.
y/n arrived at the safety (hopefully) of her home. She took the tags off the clothing and set them atop the table. y/n then went to her room and opened a pack of cigarettes.
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y/n lit the cigarette and took a drag. (Kids, don't smoke. It's terrible for your health. True story at the end of the chapt.!*) The air filled with smoke. Good thing she didn't have a pet or any roommates. Her dorm was eerily quiet. It was empty. Of course, she was used to being alone, but this felt worse. But shouldn't she be excited about what's to come tomorrow? Shouldn't she feel exhilarated for the future?
It was her gut feeling. Her conscious was telling her something was wrong. Was he the one? This wasn't the only time that same feeling came. Whenever y/n spoke about her family, she felt this weird sensation. It's like this false hope is keeping her going. But she chooses to ignore it.
y/n then smashes the cigarette on the ashtray. She went into the living room and turned on the T.V. The channels ranged from the news to children's shows. Finally, she found a good show to watch. She didn't even know the context of it; y/n just watched it.
Her dull evening had ended, and she felt tired.
The next morning.
Finally, it was the day she was waiting to arrive. Her stomach hurt when she turned off the alarm. It was eight-forty in the morning. "Damn it. I forgot to eat dinner last night. Agh fuck it, I'm sure when lunch rolls around, I'll be hungry." y/n grumbled to herself. She got up and poured some cereal she had bought while working.
y/n felt a bit jittery. It was her first date. Other times she would hook up with people and leave before they woke up. But that only happened three times. Then, as she sat eating her breakfast, she remembered something.
"Yami, do you ever get jittery and nervous?" y/n asked Yvette while skipping on rocks alongside the river. She was young and so full of curiosity, and she still is. "Of course I do. Everyone does at least once in their lives. It's human to feel like that." Yvette responded. (When you think of Yvette/Yami, think of Sophie from Howl's moving castle when she had her platinum hair in a braid and a blue dress.) Her silver hair flowed in the afternoon wind. The sun was low, and the night was waking.
"That's true. I once had a friend who told me this: Instead of holding it in; you should freak out, like, "Oh my gosh! What am I gonna do?" I know it sounds weird, but it helps you get the jitters out. I tried it multiple times, and it worked. So, let it out whenever you feel nervous and jittery or have any emotion. Don't be scared to let it all out." The ___ girl explained. It was typical for the little girl to blether stories about her time with her friends.
"I'll keep that in mind. Thank you for the advice, y/n." Yvette loved it when the latter would talk, but when y/n would speak about her family, Yvette felt this pain in her heart. But Yvette underestimated herself. She was worried she wouldn't raise y/n right, that she would mess up and bring her up to be selfish and uncaring.
Y/n decided to take her friend's advice this time instead of bottling it up. "Oh my gosh! What am I going to do?" She then starts laughing out loud. "It certainly does sound weird." She wished she could still have her friends with her at that moment. But would things be different if it wasn't for the school shooting?
Three hours later.
The time arrived for her to meet Junichiro. She waited patiently outside her dorm door. Junichiro agreed to meet y/n at her front door. She looked down the hall to see him dressed in a plain white shirt, a green jean jacket, jeans, and a pair of sneakers.
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*I once had a great great aunt. She was the life of the party; she came with hilarious jokes. She could've been a comedian. My aunt had to spend a day with her and found that she smoked six packs of cigarettes daily. A few years later, my great great aunt got cancer and continued to smoke. She died three months later. So please don't smoke even if the teacher tells you to.
