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[deathbykana]

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she felt weightless, limbs loose and eyelids drooping, blood thrumming steadily through her veins. if she focused enough, she could swear that her feet would melt through the floor. it had been a long night, a good night, but long. the drinks were flowing and the drugs were being passed around like candy and the music was booming loud enough to rattle her ear drums.

nights like these were perfect. just enough mischief for kana to forget any sort of responsibility that she had, few as they may be. but this is where the hard part kicks in. when the sun is rising and her fellow partiers are dropping like flies back to their apartments to get the tiniest bit of sleep, and all kana wants to do is keep going and going and going.

but now she wasn’t at the club. the night had quieted down and she was more hungry than she ever could have imagined and there she was, staring down ramen options in a convenience store. the light above her head was flickering. it was about to go out and she can’t help but feel like she related to it. barely hanging on but still there, about to go out for good but never quite getting there. she didn’t like to feel pathetic, didn’t like feeling as if she was one blow away from falling apart, like she was one push away from crumbling. but it was nights (mornings?) like this one that remind her of just how fragile her reality was.

as relatable as the flickering light was, all it was doing now was pissing her off.

“fuck off,” she muttered under her breath in a dulled frustration, her head tilting back to glare at the offending light. she heard an intake of breath and whipped around, surprised to see another person there. “shit, sorry. that wasn’t at you.”