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Anxiety wrote down absolutely everything.
Plans for the day, for the week, for the month. Thoughts, quotes, ideas. Schemes of potential dialogues, like in a book with a choice of endings. What Riley has to say at the store checkout in two minutes. Lyrics of their favorite songs.
Her own feelings.
Each page in the pile of papers on the table is a separate situation. Casual situation. But Anxiety hid her personal notes under the pillow so that no one would see them. She didn't want to show it. She felt incredibly awkward.
And in the last two months her thoughts have been terribly, shamefully occupied with the most undesirable things. This prevented her from coming up with and implementing plans. Broke the routine.
She fell in love.
Even if she didn't want to admit it, deep down Anxiety knew it was true. And if she couldn’t find a boyfriend - there are three of them in the Head Department! No, she had to fall head over heels for the girl. Moreover, that one girl who never listened to her, and in general did not pay much attention to anything.
Ennui was indifferent. It was definitely not worth expecting reciprocal feelings from her.
But oh, how Anxiety loved her! She wrote about her on pink sheets, the most personal ones, with trembling hands, using a purple pen with a grape scent. She drew crooked sketches of how they hold hands, how the indigo emotion smiles and laughs, her hands and the blush on her cheeks. Of course, all this was hypothetical - they had never become so close, and even more so, no one had ever caught Ennui doing anything more than a slight smile for company. But Anxiety wanted to believe that one day her drawings would become reality.
There was also a lot written, an insane amount. Small font to fit more. “Today I saw her sleeping. Her hair fell so cutely on her face! I know that she doesn’t sleep at night, maybe that’s why she sometimes dozes during the day.” Cute, even if a bit weird. And there are dozens of similar notes. Not to say that Anxiety was some kind of crazy stalker, far from it - she just looked at her colleague and noticed many details. So many. From how often Ennui forgets to put on her second sock, to how wonderfully she sleeps on the top bunk of the bed, curled up in a ball. It just so happened that their beds were located one above the other, and therefore it was terribly easy to monitor their beloved’s sleep.
Three main notes:
1. Ennui sleeps very quietly - she breathes slightly, but nothing more.
2. She holds her legs close to her body while sleeping. Perhaps this is due to her height?
3. She seems to need to hug something - she hugs herself! It is very important!
On the last paragraph, a line was crossed out, and in such a way that what was written was completely unreadable. It looks like Anxiety is too embarrassed by her own thoughts here.
In any case, today she wanted to confess everything. She's tired of keeping her feelings a secret - even if she might get her heart broken, there's a plan for that too!
She rewrote everything cleanly. She even redrew the sketches so that it would be clear where the hands are and where the face is. She decorated everything with sparkles and hearts. She wrote a plan and sixteen dialogue options. She was ready.
"Um, Ennui..."
"What?"
"I wanted to say something... Or rather, show... In short... Here."
Anxiety handed her lover a stack of papers and walked away a couple of steps, clutching her own hair. She closed her eyes, and therefore missed a rare phenomenon - the way Ennui opened her eyes wider and wider, and her ash-blue cheeks slowly filled with a lilac blush.
"Anxiété..." Ennui's voice suddenly became extremely soft. "You... Amazed me. I knew that you, like, felt something for me, but so? Incroyable."
From excitement chilling to the bones, Ennui didn’t even notice how she partially switched to French. She felt incredibly good from such attention - although usually she could not stand such things. But this emotion also knew about its feelings a long time ago, she simply buried them deeper, sending them somewhere to the back of the mind. Nevertheless... Using Riley's example, all emotions understood that this should not be done.
Anxiety let go of her hair and straightened up slightly, staring at her beloved in surprise. Why is she suddenly speaking so tenderly?
"E-ennui... Aren't you angry..?"
"Nope, why? I understand you."
Sliding off the couch, the dark blue emotion smiled, and somehow got close and hugged Anxiety tightly. She squeaked quietly from how strong the grip of the seemingly thin hands was, but hugged her back... And, it seems, she calmed down.
They still have their whole life ahead of them.