The Reality Of It All | BSD | (Reader Insert)

Interference

One tap, two taps, three taps...
*PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP*

The kicking stone continued on and on off into the distance until the sound receded—losing its momentum.

I picked up another stone with a flat surface next to the grassy patch on the mouth of the stream and weighed out my arm to fling it across.

There was a reason why I would come here: it's quiet nature allows me to relax any worries, tension, or clears my mind from things I know wouldn't do the best. Hardly anyone comes here; I wonder why's that. Even my appreciation of solitude puts my mind on autopilot, thinking nothing interesting will happen. Maybe pulling yourself away from others for a long time is just as stressful from the buildup of too much work.

My arm was bent at an almost straight angle—the feel of the rock still present in my closed palm. No, what am I doing... I should get back to work. There's almost never a day for free time. Not with our people in need.

I proceeded to get up from a smooth surface of rocks and patted my bottom to get rid of the debris and anything sticking out. I dusted both my gloved hands out to the river—creating a small dust cloud then added to the military base. Albeit feeling disappointed from ending my free time on a short note, I raised myself to believe that too much freetime means less time to succeed for your future. It means you're doing something wrong that wastes away every bit of your second that can lead to a hedonistic outcome.

As soon as I stepped out of the secret but serene land, the sky grew warmer and more airy than before. It made me feel at peace. To commiserate that not everything is bad nor is it a dark place.

What had too much work made me do? Surely it hadn't made me realize too late that life is miser after all. Maybe it's the aftereffects of the surgery ever since I joined the Hunting Dogs.

No, life's too short on a whim to be thinking useless, mundane thoughts and philosophies.

The wind picked up, bellowing my hair behind my shoulders while some strands swept briefly over my covered up shoulders. Keeping my hat over my eyes to prevent it from flying away and acts as a shade for my eyes. The cape trailed behind my every step, creating a sense of royalty, and the saber in the hilt copied my hip movements by every pace, digging into my pelvis.

My eyes stood on horizon level. Passerbys came into view then left. Some recognized me from the base, while some recognized me for who I was. I merely brought up a hand as a greeting without speaking a word. That's just the way I am and everyone knows it. I will admit, the recognition that glows in peoples' pupils made me feel satisfied and delighted that my job is doing something to benefit this country.

"Good morning Y/N, how are you doing?"

A man from the village where my godmother works at stopped to converse in a conversation with me. His arms were full of boxes, but he doesn't look to be struggling to carry them.

As much as I want to get things over with, it couldn't hurt to chat for a bit.

The foot sounds from my military boots stopped then stood closely together towards my body.

"Eh, it's going. I'm quite busy. How about you?"

The man nodded intently then flashed me a smile, but optimistic smile.

"I'm doing good. I just have some deliveries to drop off then I'll be on my shift."

Letting out a 'mmhmm', I nodded back.

He looked over my shoulder then rubbed the nape of his neck.

"I have to get going. It was nice seeing you again. Thank you also for stopping by to donate. It means so much to me and my family."