Grapefruit.

Water

Water was bland, nearly tasteless in her mouth. Sakura was not a fan... She had wished she had some tea, or at least a cucumber to place in her glass. But she didn't. So with a grumble she supposed that she would just have to deal with it.

As of late, life had left her with an aching boredom... not that she could do much about that either. With all intents and purposes, Sakura was undoubtedly ashamed with herself, so much so that she found a bitter taste in her mouth constantly. The world had never been so lively and free, yet she felt herself finding it more and more dull.

Was there something wrong with her head?

It was stupid to feel this way, she knew, so she threw on a smile and continued on with the days. Sipping from her Styrofoam cup and sorting through her paperwork.

It wasn't productive to be selfish, it only made herself lag behind. Behind paperwork, behind appointments, behind those who she was to work for.  She had many people relying on her to keep things running, it would be idiotic to let her feelings hold herself back. 

Ignoring the dust that flew in the air, she set to work. The scratching of her pen surrounded her for the next ten hours. Filling  her senses with a purpose beyond keeping her eyes open.

It really didn't matter that her glass was empty, or that her brain was screaming at her for a break, and it especially didn't matter that the room was slowly closing in on her. Sakura's nose scrunched as she exhaled the minuscule amount of air she had left.

This was getting ridiculous.

Pushing from her desk Sakura stood with a shake of her shoulders. Papers abandoned, her fingers fiddled with the lock on her window. She was being silly, a breeze was all she would need to get back on track.

.   .   .  .   .   .

She didn't get back on track, and maybe that frustrated her more than her own feelings. Her dapper mood seemed to be noticeable, judging by the people cutting their conversing shorter than normal. She couldn't tell whether she was relieved or agitated by the fact.

But nonetheless she made her way forward, with about two thirds of the amount of work she was supposed to actually have. Knowing him, she was overthinking the importance of the papers, but she felt disappointed all the same.

As lovely as it would be, she couldn't time travel, so she had to roll with the choices she had made.

Silly, selfish choices.

A majority of the buildings workers were beginning to depart, ready for their supper and rest. She felt a tad envious, but with a roll of her eyes she shook herself loose. It wasn't odd for her to be tired, but she felt on edge.

That was going to have to change if she's planning on any weekend break whatsoever.

Leaving the brief thoughts behind, Sakura headed to the last destination of the day. Her gaze lazily drawing in the features that she had become so familiar with. She was glad that the once florescent lights had been swapped with a more orange defused hue. 

Her headache would have easily advanced to a migraine with the old lights.

The receptionist barely passed her a glance before gesturing Sakura onward. One of the few privileges she held, not that it was really worth the amount of effort she was spending. But it was a simple thing that made her feel thankful.