Sweden X Depressed! Reader - Birds

2. I Am Fine

Hey! Here's a second part to this story, I'm having a little fun trying to get deep into this story, though it's really hard to write because Sweden is such a quiet character T-T. I've also started playing Mystic Messenger after seeing it on Instagram, and I'm pretty sure my family thinks I'm talking to actual people. My mother told me not to give away my phone number XD
But I hope you enjoy and I'll see you later!

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"It's very nice to meet you!" (F/N) could recognise that voice anywhere even if it had been affected by the many years that had been spent growing older. She gazed at the two students. She tried to hide her surprise but it was proving difficult and she honestly couldn't tell whether she was feeling happy, sad, angry or anything at all really.

It was definitely them. (F/N) recognised their distinguishing looks instantly. Berwald was tall, had blonde hair and striking blue eyes; eyes she was afraid would recognise her quickly. Tino looked the same too; kind violet eyes and blonde hair. The only thing that was different about the two was that they'd grown over the years. (F/N) couldn't help but stare; did she make herself known to them or should she just go unnoticed. Instead. her obvious staring caught Berwald's attention and their eyes met. His blue eyes widened slightly in recognition. (F/N) quickly looked away and pulled her hood further over her head and averted her gaze back towards the world outside the window.

"Right, you two take the empty seats behind Miss (L/N) there." The teacher blurted pouting over towards (F/N) shattering any plans of pretending she was someone else; then again, that probably never would've worked to begin with. The classroom had desks that could fit two people on them, yet (F/N) always enjoyed that the seat beside her was always empty. The two of them sat down and the teacher started talking about the lesson they would have today. (F/N) couldn't concentrate for the most of it and thankfully the teacher didn't ask her to answer any questions. Her mind was full of questions of her own.

Why were they here of all places?

What was going to happen now they knew their childhood friend was here?

Did they even want to get to know her again now that she was far different than the little girl they knew?

Do they even care?

(F/N) kept her gaze stuck to the window and to the pale blue sky outside. She didn't notice the deep blue gaze that was stuck to her as well.

Class went on and the students talked among each other while (F/N) did the work set by the teacher. Her grades had to be high, she couldn't let them drop. The morning went by and eventually, the bell the lunch rang loudly throughout the school. The teacher gave his last word before he dismissed the class and everyone in the room went about their business of meeting up with their friends and heading to the lunch hall.  (F/N) stood up from her seat and pulled her hood so she could try to cover her eyes. She sighed slightly when she saw Tino and Berwald still hadn't left the roo, so she had to pass them to get out the class. She stood up from her seat and shuffled over to the doorway. Just before she could make a break for it once she'd passed their desk, she heard someone call out.

"(F/N)?" She heard the questioning voice of Tino and she froze in her place. That was a mistake, if she kept going she could've pretended he got the wrong person but instead she reacted to her name being called. She was about to begIn walking again when he spoke again.

"(F/N) is that you?" He asked again, his voice hopeful. (F/N) sighed and turned around, letting go of her hood so it fell down and they could see her face properly. She dropped her hands and slid them into her pockets not showing any sign of relief or happiness on her face, just a blank and cold stare.

"Hey." She plainly said. Even with her tone of voice, Tino smiled widely and approached her with Berwald silently following at his side.

"So it really is you! It's so great to see you again." He went on. "How long has it been now, nine, eight—or was it seven years?"

"Ten." She replied with a slight bitter tone wanting nothing more than to escape the room so she could drift off behind the school and be alone. She didn't want to admit she'd counted how many years they'd been apart but she had. Every single year.

"O-Oh, well..." Tino stuttered, unsure what to say and for once Berwald spoke up to cover for him.

"We missed you." He simply said among (F/N) feel slightly guilty for being so cold with them. She pulled her hood back up prepared to leave.

"Yeah." She couldn't bring herself to reply that she missed them too. She felt a little guilty but it eventually disappeared.  She turned to leave and walk away so she didn't have to talk any longer. More than anything she just wanted to be alone.

"U-Uh! Wait a second, (F/N)!" Tino called out before she could get out the door. She turned around once again, dreading what he might say next. Her cold (E/C) met his soft violet eyes and next to him she could see Berwald looking at with an oddly worried glance. "Since we're new would you mind eating lunch with us?" He asked innocently and (F/N) even more guilt down in the pit of her stomach.

"Sorry, I have something to do." She avoided her gaze as her sentence trailed off and before either of them could stop her, she had already walked out the classroom and escaped down the hall.

(F/N) was definitely nothing like the girl they used to know.

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(F/N) slowly dragged herself home after the school day had ended and she'd managed to successfully avoided Berwald and Tino throughout the whole day. She thought they might try to talk to her at the end of the day but they didn't bother her; all the gave her was worried glances.

Her house finally came into sight and she opened the door. No one was home but her. Without going to the kitchen to get a snack, she made her way upstairs, placing her bag on her bed and sitting down at her desk instantly. She grabbed some books from her bag and started on her homework. She sighed, gazing almost emotionlessly at the words on the page. Her two friends were back and she had no idea what she was to do about it. She managed to avoid them for today, but what about tomorrow? Or the next day?

It'd be better for her to just not be here...

(F/N) shook her head. Dropping her pen down to her desk she rubbed her eyes at the oncoming wave of tiredness that hit her. Why would she think something like that? She was fine, she was okay. She'd be fine. (F/N) kept repeating those words in her mind and slowly picked up her pen again to begin working through the night to complete all her work.

She'd be fine because she wasn't sad.

She wasn't depressed.

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Poor Reader-Chan is in denial, but things will get better! After they most likely get worse...

I want to make another story soon, but I feel like I need to make the first part longer, so I guess it'll be a while till I'll add another story! I'm still a little sick but I'll try update soon!

Thank you for reading!