Prologue

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Sometimes you're just an introverted loser who sits alone in your room with a cup of tea and a book, has fantasies about morally grey fictional characters, is severely touch starved with a fucked up sleep schedule and slowly declining mental health.
While some days you are outgoing not giving a damn about the world or what will people say if you eat or walk like that.

Remember being ten and future plans were so far away? and now you have one foot into that future and nothing seems to be right and all you want is to step back but the past keeps crumbling as soon as it's made. There's no going back, there's nothing to go back to.
You feel like you're constantly worrying about the next part of your life without realising that you are right in the middle of what you used to look forward to.

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I know I posted it late, but I mean come on no one's going to read only the prologue and decide to read my story.⇀‸↼

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