Yawn
Klein with his mouth wide open, yawning in the process, scratches the back of his head and walks toward the kitchen sink.
He took a glass bottle and poured himself some water from the faucet before gargling and cleaning his mouth.
Pfft
He spat out the water and then washed his face with the faucet's running water. After a good few seconds of reminiscing and thinking with an empty mind, he raised his head to look himself in the mirror only to see the familiar face that still haunts him to this day.
"What's wrong with my life?" Klein asked.
Even though he's pretty well off right now, able to sustain himself for everyday necessities, the fact he proceeds with his life, knowing what will happen later, and later, and later, and so on, like a machine with a built in purpose and no free will.
"It's exhausting." As the droplets of water escape the tip of his hair he said, Klein's exhaustion and sadness was unbearable.
If life was gonna be like this, what's exactly the point, why are we driven to act despite not wanting too, the paradox and complexity all hurts the mind, sometimes, you just wanna end it all.
—
Its morning, Klein just finished cleaning up and finally took some time to eat and fill all the energy he need, making up for the lack of sustenance he failed to take last night.
He's dressing up with his usual clothes in front of the mirror before proceeding to head to his door.
As he's just about to grab the handle, the door unknowingly bursts open from the outside.
Blonde hair, a beautiful face any man would fall for, but creepy like its a doll or something akin to a ghost, there stood Sharron in front of his apartment, waiting for him, or so to say, eagerly wanted to pull him out of his crib.
"What's taking you so long, we're gonna be late, and i don't want to get scolded by Miss Ami that bitch of all people!" Sharron said with levels of anger but still composure as to not break character like a still doll or ghost.
"Sorry, im being stupid for some reason." Klein replied in a self depreciating manner.
"Whatever, let's go." and before Sherlock could further their conversation in front of the door, Sharron then eagerly grabbed his hand and ran off together from the multi stories building apartment.
'Oh cmon, i still haven't fully recovered from my exhaustion, and now im already running' Klein thought helplessly as he was dragged away by the woman shorter than he is.
Does that image remind you of something, like a couple running away together, leaving everything behind so they can be happy together, THAT image, THAT trope.
Still, despite his gloomy dark eyes from the lack of proper rest, whenever Sherlock see Sharron's blond hair, his cheeks blushed a little, his mouth grew bit by bit into a smile, his eyes widening.
'Is this what's missing from me?' whenever Klein is either together with Sharron or Arianna, his mood seems to lighten up a lot.
Oh the joy of company, everyone wanted to be a loner so much, but couldn't handle the pressure of not wanting to interact and make social connections. Its embedded in majority of people, some people genuinely and eagerly wanted companions and friends they can socialize with.
There's levels to that, and what Klein might be feeling right now, it might be beyond friendship is what he is seeking.
'No, cut the crap, me and Sharron, not in a million years, we're just friends! I might have a better chance with Miss Ami- no, don't get ahold of yourself, dumbass!'
Was that a compliment or an insult? To whom?
—
As Sherlock and Sharron jogged their way through the streets, Sherlock in sweats and gasping for air, Sharron doesn't seem affected, it's almost like she's superhuman or some sort.
'Holy crap, now that i got a better look at it, how come Sharron doesn't seem to get tired? I was already beaten by yesterday's GYM, but Sharron doesn't seem affected by it! Wait, its obvious because she's been training- no, that doesn't make any sense or whatsoever! Agh, my mind... My hand!!' unbeknownst to him, or saw too late, he saw his hands a bit too red from being pulled by the blonde woman.
"Wait, Sharron, wait! My wrist, its hurts! Ouch!" Klein then inadvertently fell down on his butt and gasped for more air while raising his hurting hand.
While Sharron on the other hand with the same cold face couldn't help but twitched her's a bit due to the damage she caused.
"Opps, im sorry, Sherlock, i was careless and unaware!"
"Nah, its fine, you go ahead, i can't be the reason you would get scolded for being late now, isn't it, please leave me!"
So dramatic.
"You dummy, i rather be late and get scolded by that bitch Miss Ami than leave you on the side of the road, i would never leave you, Sherlock... So, come here, i will pick you up if you can't yourself!"
"Eh?"
In such a small span of moment, Sharron declared, Sherlock was flabbergasted.
A very rare occurrence, something you might not see too often, something rare, the Woman sat beside the weakened Man, put her arms around his back and thighs, and carried him princess bride as she raised herself, putting strength in her legs.
"Woah!" Klein was surprised.
"Let's go then, im confident in myself since i workout daily you know." Sharron then suddenly, out of nowhere, from her stone cold face that mimics the stilness of a doll, unmoved by anything, she slowly smiled, big and wide like any other normal girl, not just towards anyone, but towards the man she's carrying right now.
"So let this be a lesson for you to better take care of yourself, and if not, then i will be the one taking care of you."
Her smile was pure and close, it was full of passion and love, unfiltered, raw, and true.
Klein's reaction to this was big wide gasp, followed by the reddening of his whole face, accumulating into a steam that erupted from the top of his head.
And then Sharron ran with Sherlock in her arms, holding him tightly, safeguarding him from everything, from anything that might cause her beloved harm.
He was happy.
She was happy.
...
Unbeknownst to them, from far away, there's a figure standing on top a building eyeing them with their figures reflected on the glasses of her eyepiece.
A woman with a very simple complexion and appearance stood atop a building, nudging the eyeglass as she observed the couple running away.
Her eyes were deadset lock, like crazy set on stone, like a deadly laser pinpointed accurately, not daring to budge even at the slightest.