#you can tell where Tim has been by the empty energy drink cans laying around

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When Lightning Strikes Ch. 15

When your life is nothing but a cloudless sky, lightning can come and strike you so unexpectedly, you won’t even know what hit you.

Or: When Hiccup and Astrid meet, it is as if lightning strikes.

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11] [Chapter 12] [Chapter 13] [Chapter 14] [Chapter 16] [Chapter 17] [Chapter 18] [Chapter 19] [Chapter 20]

Crossposted on ao3 and ff.net

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The rain splattering against the window glass shook Hiccup out of his stupor. Lips still tingling where they had just so brushed against hers, he hurried through the apartment and onto the balcony where the wind was blowing enough rain under the roof that it hit most of his clothes. Resigned, he picked up the drying rack and maneuvered it into the living room. It wasn’t like any of the clothes had already dried, anyway. Besides, this had distracted him for at least two minutes from his brain’s attempt at understanding what had happened in the last hour.

A knot was forming in his stomach and it grew limbs, spreading into his chest, knocking against his ribs for attention. “Oh, bud. What a mess, huh.” Toothless looked up from his nap on the couch, blinking at Hiccup before laying his eyes on the newest accessory in the room. A few socks were still swinging slightly from earlier momentum and he swiped at them with his paw. Hiccup picked him up and flopped onto the couch himself, putting the cat down on his stomach where it immediately lay down and eyed him expectantly.

“This is not going to end well. We can’t pretend anymore that everything’s fine. And I can’t still wait for her to get more clarity and maybe eventually come around, can I?” Toothless started licking his paw. “Yeah, yeah. I know, bud.” He sighed. “No more waiting, no more guessing, no more holding out. She’s on her way home right now. She’ll want to save her marriage. And I can’t stand between her and a happy life now, right?” The cat didn’t answer, only the voice of a radio host crossed the distance between him and the kitchen. He ran his hand over the sleek black fur until the sound of purring provided the right background noise for his thoughts.

“It doesn’t matter what I feel and it doesn’t matter if she ever felt something for me-“, he allowed himself a moment of daydreaming, “because she has a husband, and yeah, they need to work through some issues, but if she wants to do that, then I want to support her decision. I don’t want to, but then again, I do. Toothless, does that make sense?” The cat’s ears perked up at the sound of its name. Hiccup looked his bud in the eyes, searching for an answer to his dilemma. “I guess, if you love somebody, you want them to be happy, even if it means you leave empty-handed and with a life’s worth of heartache.”

For a while, he watched the gray sky through the living room windows, stroking his cat’s back. The radio host was replaced by ads, then music, briefly interrupted by a traffic report. Some confused Toyota driver was going the wrong way. Or maybe they were going the right way, they just picked the wrong lane. Or the wrong way on the right lane. Did that make sense? What was the right way to go here? Was he doing the right thing? Was there even a right lane to pick?

He groaned and pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. The purring stopped. Soon enough, the weight on his stomach disappeared when Toothless decided he’d had enough of Hiccup’s drama. “You’re right, bud. Can’t keep doing this forever.” He lifted himself up with a heavy heart trying to pull him back down. But there was no use.

On his way out, he grabbed only his phone and an umbrella. The air had cooled significantly, raising goosebumps on his skin. Maybe he should have brought a jacket. He considered going back inside to get one, but the option of staying there and waiting for the world to fix itself was too tempting, so he turned around and started walking down the street. He had to end this.

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She had to end this. The entire ride home, she drummed her fingers on the wheel, bounced her unoccupied leg up and down, shifted on her seat with restless energy at every traffic light, every intersection, every speed limit sign. She was both anxious and determined. There had never been a point in her life where she’d been more sure about anything. Least of all on her actual wedding day, as she could finally admit with a feeling of sweet relief.

When she turned her key in the door to the apartment, however, her hands felt like lead. While she’d come clean about her feelings to herself, she had yet to do it in front of someone else, someone who deserved to know it probably the most. Someone whose voice carried over from the living room.

Quietly closing the door behind her, she took off shoes and still damp jacket like she’d done for almost every day for the past year and a half. Her keys jingled and she closed her fist around them in order to smother the sound. Why she didn’t want him to know she was here was beyond her, but the second she decided on announcing her presence, someone else beat her to the chase.

Momentarily perplexed, she halted in her step towards the living room, trying to place the male voice chattering away, prompting a chuckle from Eret. Her curiosity whacked her anxiety over the head and she turned the corner to see who it was.

The man sitting next to Eret on the couch was unfamiliar to her. Tall, broad shoulders, muscles, casually-styled sandy hair. Crossed legs, one arm draped over the back of the couch, the other holding a beer, comfortable. He was the first to notice her, pausing mid-sentence to curiously raise his eyebrows in her direction. His eyes were the color of liquid chocolate, at least 70% cocoa. He was handsome, with a pleasant, welcoming smile. Eret followed his eyes and flinched.

Astrid raised a hand in greeting, uncertain about what to do. This other person in the apartment disrupted her plan. “Hi.”

“Hi, there.” The man waved back, looking at Eret expectantly, waiting for an introduction.

Eret cleared his throat, a nervous tilt in his smile. “Um, this is Astrid, my wife. Astrid… This is Timothy.” She racked her brain when that name rung a bell somewhere in the back of her mind, especially as he sent her a meaningful look. “My coworker. The one I told you about.”

“Oh,” she said. Then something clicked. “Oh.” The coworker he’d told her about. Repeatedly. The one she’d mistook for his mistress. Well, fuck, kill her now.

“Nice to meet you, hon.” When she frowned at that nickname, he was quick to put his hands up in an apologetic manner. “Sorry, that probably came out wrong. It’s just what I call everyone.” He slapped a hand on Eret’s knee. “Even this chap here.”

Eret copied the gesture. “And our boss.” The two men shared a laugh and Astrid’s eyes flitted back and forth between them, feeling like an outsider to a deeper inside joke. Their laughter subsided and they seemed to remember she was still in the room. “Do you… want to sit?” Eret asked hesitantly, conveying the same uneasiness she felt. She simply cut to the chase.

“We need to talk.”

Fortunately, Timothy understood his cue. “Well, hons,” he announced, drinking the rest of his beer and standing up from the couch, “I guess it’s time for me to hit the road. Gotta beat that Sunday traffic.” He laughed at his own joke when no one else did, not even his hon chap Eret, whose mood had suddenly turned serious.

They said goodbye to Timothy and when the door closed behind him, Eret discarded of the empty beer bottles and they sat in silence on separate ends of the couch for a few minutes. Astrid tried to sort through everything they needed to cover in this conversation, but she didn’t know where to begin, although it was all in a way connected. But what probably made her anxious the most was how to go on from there. She didn’t want to end this day with another fight, didn’t want to lose her closest friend in the aftermath of this whole mess. No more yelling and accusing, that’s what Hiccup had advised.

“So… Timothy, huh,” she made the first step, stilted lighthearted tone sounding absolutely misplaced to her ears.

But Eret gladly jumped onto the first wooden plank. In order to get to the other side of this chasm, they would have to build the bridge together. “Yeah. Tim is…”

“Your coworker,” she finished. “And not your mistress.” She didn’t avert her eyes as she said it, owning up to her mistake.

“Not my… No. But what I told you about Dana is true. She tried to seduce me. Several times, actually, even though I told her I’m married and not interested.” The old monster scratched at her abdomen, but she refused to pay attention to it.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked instead, keeping her voice as level as possible, and received the same effort from Eret.

“I tried to, but you wouldn’t hear me out! Besides, I could handle her. It didn’t mean anything to me. And with the way you accused me of cheating, I was glad I hadn’t told you earlier.”

She felt the words like a punch to the gut. “Well, if you had told me earlier, then maybe I wouldn’t have gotten so suspicious when you kept talking about your coworker every other minute of the day like a teenager gushing about his crush!” He winced and averted his face. She’d somehow struck a nerve there, which made her guilt explode from where it was nesting inside her ribcage. Throwing her hands up in the air, she jumped up and released it all with one loud yell. “GAH, I’M SORRY!”

He still wouldn’t look at her. “Okay.”

“What do you mean – okay?!” She started pacing through the room. “I’m hurt you didn’t share the fact with me that someone came onto you several times – which is harassment, by the way – and then I rubbed it in by accusing you of committing to it! I’m fucking sorry, Eret!” She kicked at the couch and a flash of pain shot through her toes. Well, so much for no yelling.

“Yeah.” The couch table was still more interesting than her. “That’s why Tim was here. We were discussing how to report Dana without her claiming harassment and sexism herself.”

Astrid put her hands on her hips, taking stance. “Just say the word and I’m gonna knock her fucking skull in.”

He huffed. “I can handle it.”

“You can han– Eret, I’m not some bozo offering you tips on selling your car! I know I should have let you speak yesterday when you called and I’m sorry I didn’t. I couldn’t handle it. I don’t know if you noticed, but I’ve been running from confrontations for quite a while. And will you please just look at me?!”

Jaw clenched, he finally met her gaze, and for the second time that day, she was met with a look in someone’s eyes she wasn’t expecting. She’d prepared herself for fury, for a stubborn wall of fire, for a loaded canon – but not for hurt, guilt, insecurity. Her anger deflated.

“I know.” He was almost whispering. “I should know. I should know that I can always count on you.”

“You should know?” The implication wasn’t lost on her and it stung like a hundred bees. “Why do you think you can’t count on me?”

“I… I didn’t mean that. I know you’d do anything. It’s just that…” He got on his feet, pulling at his short ponytail, voice rising. “Every time you become distant, and we fight, and you go on your solo trips, it’s like there’s a whole world out there for you that I’m not a part of. Over time, that feeling festers, and it makes me wonder.” He paused, piercing her with a look that demanded only the truth. “There’s someone else, isn’t there.” She blinked, sucker-punched to the lungs, staring back at him, shock evident on her face, judging by his grave nod. “So there is.”

“I…” This was not how she’d imagined this topic to be broached. Her first instinct was to tell him that nothing happened, but as of this afternoon, that would be a lie. “It’s complicated.”

Eret shook his head disappointingly, a gesture that irked her a lot. “Accusing me of cheating and then…”

“I didn’t cheat on you!” He regarded her with poisonous doubt, frown deepening. No more running. “Yes, I have feelings for someone else! But it’s not like I planned so, and it’s not like I didn’t try to fight it, and I certainly didn’t do it on purpose!”

“But still you didn’t talk about it with your husband!”

“Like that’s something you do!” The guilt, the frustration, it all came together in a giant wave, pressing every emotion out of her chest with the volume of a tsunami. “Like you just go to your spouse, the one you promised to love until death, the one you made a fucking huge commitment to for the rest of your life, you just go up to them and say hey, guess what, I’m in love with someone else, what do you think of that, do you want potatoes or rice for dinner?!” She sucked air into her lungs with a sharp, shaky breath, not slowing down, even as her eyes began to sting. “This is not something you do, it’s not something you fucking do, just like that, expecting not to make everything worse, and admitting that the biggest decision I ever made in my entire life led to a big! Fucking! Failure!”

A hot tear ran down her cheek and when she wiped it away, more followed, until she was quietly sobbing, shoulders shaking as she refused to break down completely. She felt raw and exposed, exhausted after her emotional outburst. Eret said nothing for a long minute. Then he sunk back onto the couch and put his head in his hands, fingers raking through his dark hair, messing it up until most of it had escaped the ponytail.

“I need a drink,” she mumbled and walked into the kitchen. Eyeing the bottle of wine on the shelf, she opted for some peppermint tea. Calming, refreshing, and didn’t have to cool in the fridge first. Waiting for the kettle to boil, she took a deep breath. Slowly, the shaking subsided and the tears stopped running. She wiped her hand over her swollen eyes and blew her nose on a paper towel.

When the water boiled, she grabbed her favorite mug from the cupboard and fished the last tea bag from the box. She let it steep for a few minutes, regaining her composure, before she returned to the living room. Leaning against the bookcase opposite to the couch, mindful of the stack of beautifully illustrated books behind her, she carefully took a sip, relishing the feeling of hot tea calming her nerves. Eret was still hunched over, head in his hands.

“I was gushing about my crush,” he finally said, voice low and brittle, laden with the effort of finding the courage to get the words out.

She sniffed, unsure if she’d heard him right. “What?”

“I… have feelings for someone else, too.”

It took her embarrassingly long to connect the dots. “Huh.” She sat down next to him, processing the information. In a strange way, it made sense. She couldn’t explain it, but it just felt… It felt like Eret. And it also explained all the knee touching from earlier. “Oh man,” she sighed. “We’re a mess, huh.”

He tentatively glanced up at her. She noticed the little pools of tears that had formed in his eyes and she realized he’d been as afraid to tell her about his feelings as she’d been, probably even more so. Eret had always been so sure about himself and his place in the world, something that had attracted her to him in the first place. Discovering this new side of himself, the confusion, the fear of people’s reaction, her reaction – she couldn’t exactly say she could relate. Meeting his worried expression, she gave him a reassuring smile and reached for his hand. His sigh of relief cut straight through her heart, and when he accepted her hand and returned her light squeeze, it felt like companionship.

“So… Timothy, huh,” she repeated her earlier line, eliciting a small shaky laugh from Eret. He sat up and leaned back against the cushions, wiping a hand over his face.

“Yeah… He’s great.” He turned to her with an earnest face. “I’m sorry. You’re right, this is a mess.”

“Well, I’m glad we agree on something for once.”

For a while, they just sat there holding hands in companiable silence, feeling closer than they had in a very long time, the only sound an occasional slurping of tea.

“I know I should have asked this sooner,” she finally said, “but do you want to talk about it?”

He seemed to be wrestling with himself for a moment and she tried her best to not feel offended by his hesitation. She wasn’t any better, after all. “I don’t really know what to say. One day I’m a heterosexual fella going to bed with his wife, the next I’m thinking about all the different ways I wanted to touch my new coworker. The rest just spiraled from there.”

“When did that happen?”

“About a year ago,” he confessed, carefully regarding her reaction.

“Okay, so, do you know if Timothy’s into men?”

“Uh yes, very openly so, he carries his cute little rainbow flag everywhere and constantly complains to me about the horrible guys he’s dated.”

“Good, that’s good.” He curiously raised his eyebrows at the scheming look on her face. “Have you talked to him about your sexuality?”

“No, I haven’t told anyone, and how are you so okay with this?”

Now she really did feel offended, putting the empty mug on the couch table with a clank. “Excuse me? My best friend tells me he likes dicks and he asks me if I’m okay with it?!”

“Your best friend is also your husband. And that’s not what I meant. You’re weirdly calm about the fact that I’ve been emotionally cheating on you for months on end.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “Sorry, did you not hear me yelling about my feelings for another man back there? You know, right before I burst into tears? We’re in the same boat here, buddy.”

He snorted. “I don’t know if I like this sarcasm on you.”

“It may have rubbed off on me from someone else,” she admitted.

“Right. Your someone else.”

“Hmm…” She bit her lip. “I really am sorry. I thought about telling you, but I never did, because I had this stupid notion in my head that telling you would mean I failed at something. Namely, making the right decision when I married you.”

“That… No, that makes sense. Sounds like Astrid to me.”

“But was I right?” she asked uncertainly. “Does this mean I failed?”

“Well… You said earlier – or better, you yelled – that your decision led to big failure. Do you really think that’s what this is? A big, fucking, failed marriage?”

Now that she heard him say it, she didn’t need to contemplate much. “Yes and no? I don’t regret marrying you. I love you, but not the way I used to. You’re my closest friend and incredibly important to me, and I will always treasure our time together, past and present. But… That is all I can give you.”

An enormous weight disappeared from her chest when she said it out loud and when Eret nodded and agreed, “I feel the same… I think.” He scratched his head. “No, I’m sure that’s what it is. And I’m also one hundred percent sure I was very into you, which makes me at least bisexual, doesn’t it?”

“Maybe.” She shrugged. “Sexuality can be fluid, right? So who knows what nuance of sexuality you are and what you’ll be next week. Anyway, I wouldn’t be mad at you if you decided you’ve always been gay. Would it feel weird to hear you tell me you never actually loved me? Probably. Would I get hung up on it, knowing you cared about me deeply in a platonic way? Fucking hell not.”

Eret grinned in a relieved and almost proud way. “I’m glad you’re my friend, Hofferson.”

“Me too.” She took a deep breath. “So, does that mean…”

“That this is over?” he completed her sentence and gestured between them, an understanding passing between them. “Yes, I would say so.”

Relief washed over her, combined with a bit of sadness, then peace, and not one flicker of doubt. She leaned into her best friend, her soon-to-be ex-husband, and hugged him tightly for a long minute.

When they pulled away, the shadows in the room had grown longer, announcing the imminent departure of the sun. Soon the horizon would light up colorfully, ending the day with a temporary, ever-changing painting that put every self-respecting lava lamp to shame. Realizing how late it already was, Astrid couldn’t believe how much time had passed since she’d had lunch with Hiccup, and how long she’d talked with Eret.

“Full disclosure, though,” she said while getting up to switch on the light, “last week I took a pregnancy test and it was negative.” Eret blinked a couple times. “Turns out it had just been a mixture of too much emotional stress and chocolate cake that made me take it.”

“Chocolate cake,” he repeated a bit dumbfounded, following her as she carried her empty cup into the kitchen.

“Yeah, I tried to bake the perfect cake and the one I ate was way too sweet.”

“The one you– Did you eat an entire chocolate cake by yourself? While your favorite pool was closed?”

“Oh, I’m glad that’s the part you choose to focus on.”

He sat down at the kitchen table and absentmindedly mimed stroking an invisible beard, a habit he’d picked up when he’d grown an absolutely hideous goatee in college. “I don’t know, I’m still processing it. Were you… sad? Okay? I don’t know what to say here.”

“I was glad. You know I want kids one day, but not like this.”

He nodded. “Probably best. Not that I wouldn’t have been happy regardless – wait, was it even mine?”

“The baby that doesn’t exist?” she scowled at him. “Yes, of course it would have been yours, you muttonhead!”

Holding his hands up in surrender, he believed her. “Alright, alright. I don’t know, could have been your secret lover.” Her scowl deepened and he quickly continued. “But you’re right. It’s better this way.”

“Good, glad we agree. Now will you please stop with the non-existent beard? You look ridiculous.”

“Tim thinks it’s funny.”

That brought the scheming look back on her face. “Seems to me like he’s interested in you. Now that you’re single, you should ask him out.”

A nervous chuckle escaped him and he squirmed a little in his seat. “I don’t know. I just agreed on a divorce.”

“That’s not the problem. You’ve wanted to do it for a long time. You’re a chicken.”

“I’m just being considerate of you–“

“Bullshit. You’re a chicken.”

With a groan, he frowned at her. “You’re quite a handful sometimes, do you know that?”

“Chicken,” she sang, finding joy in pushing his buttons without another fight looming on the horizon. She’d missed her friend and she finally had him back.

“Okay, fine! I haven’t had to ask anyone out since you. I don’t know how to flirt anymore.”

She snorted. “Seriously?” Sitting down next to him, she draped one hand behind him over the chair, shuffled closer and placed the other on his knee, regarding him from beneath her eyelashes. “Are you sure about that, hon?” He jokingly pushed her away, tipping her chair a little. “I think you were doing just fine earlier. Just text him that you want to go out for beer and tell him what happened. Then you can pepper in that you want his dick and voilà, you got yourself a hot date.”

“Yeah, yeah. I think I’m just gonna start with the beer.” He fished his phone out of his pocket and began to type before he paused and looked at her in earnest. “I feel good about this. How about you?”

Something told her he wasn’t just talking about asking out his crush. “Yes, absolutely. This feels right.”

With a content nod, he continued typing and hesitated just a second before sending his message. “Phew, done.” Another thought seemed to come to his mind. “Err, by the way, you’re not my dictator.”

“Huh?”

“Yesterday on the phone, I called you a dictator. That’s not true.”

“Yeah, we both said pretty mean things in the past. Things we didn’t actually mean and are sorry for.” Hiccup would be proud of her. She’d stopped running from an important confrontation, she’d talked about her feelings, she’d let Eret speak without accusing him of stuff, and she’d only yelled a little. It felt good. She wanted to tell him. Where was her phone?

“Apology accepted and returned. Great, now that we settled that, you still haven’t told me about the other guy.” He cracked his knuckles, receiving an unimpressed look. “I want to know who will pay part of the divorce.”

She punched his biceps. “He’s not going to pay shit, you cocky bastard.”

Rubbing the now sore spot on his arm, he shrugged and earned himself an eyeroll. “Worth a try.”

Seemed like calling Hiccup had to wait a little. But after waiting for so long to tell him about her feelings for him, what were a few minutes more? It wasn’t like he was going anywhere.

“Okay… Um. Do you remember Dagur’s 30th birthday party?” she started.

Eret chuckled. “Eh, partially. It was a wild night.”

“But do you remember Hiccup?”

He searched his memory for a second. “Heather’s ex? The skinny guy with the jawline?”

“Yes. He was at the party.” Now came the part that was hard to tell the guy that she’d been engaged to back then. “I will not call it fate or destiny or anything at first sight. But… Do you remember when you claimed you could repair the oven by yourself and were almost electrocuted?”

Not sure where this was going, and with the remnants of a hurt ego in his posture, Eret nodded. “Yeah?”

“Well, meeting Hiccup was like that, but without the pain. I felt like I was the current. And the funniest thing is, the moment I saw him, the lightning storm started outside.”

“Oh yeah,” he mumbled. “I remember there being rain.”

Encouraged by his lack of judgement so far, she continued. “I didn’t understand my sudden attraction to him at first, I just knew that it was strong and it only grew stronger over time, even though I only met him a couple times after that. That one time when we were out doing wedding chores, remember?”

After a minute of contemplation, he nodded. “When you bought that book that he painted pictures for and were super excited about it.”

She rolled her eyes. “He didn’t paint pictures for it, he illustrated the cover. And it was absolutely gorgeous!”

“So, he did paint pictures for it.”

“Oh, shut up. You know what I mean.”

He shrugged, not understanding what the big deal was. But he waved at her to continue.

“I thought it was just a phase and I didn’t want to bother you with it and dampen your mood. You were so happy and looking forward to our wedding and I didn’t want to ruin that by telling you something that would have been over just a few weeks later, anyway. Only that it wasn’t a phase. And the longer I waited, the worse it got.” Her fingers found a lose thread on the tablecloth and she absentmindedly started playing with it. “I was in denial about it. That was the only way for me to keep my sanity the closer we came to our wedding day. In the end, I decided to go through with the wedding because I didn’t want to just throw away everything we built together.”

“Did…” He gulped. “Did anything ever happen between you back then?”

She shook her head. “No. He came to the party, though. We talked outside for a while and I invited him in, as a friend. But he said we shouldn’t see each other anymore. Looking back, that was probably for the best, no matter how much it hurt, because the moment I saw him again a week ago, it all came back in an instant. Not that it was ever truly gone.”

A spark of understanding flashed up in Eret’s eyes. “Is that why you acted so weird from time to time? Distant, I mean?”

“Yeah, that was part of the reason. I just… I felt like something was missing from my life. That’s why I went on my solo trips. To try and find myself, I guess. It helped in the moment, but not in the long run.”

He looked bashful. “And I thought you were going on vacations with your lover.”

Astrid discovered that being on the other side of such an accusation didn’t hurt any differently than making the accusation herself. “I would never do that! I may have kept important feelings from you, but I would never cheat!”

“Me neither.”

“I know.”

“You do?”

She crossed her arms. “Yes! I only accused you of it because I wanted a reason to escape a relationship that didn’t make me happy anymore. I know I should have just talked to you earlier. We already settled that.”

“Okay.” He nudged her with his foot. “Go on.”

“Like I said, I ran into him last week. I thought I could just be friends with him and push my feelings away, but no.” A little nervous, she left the tablecloth be and twirled strands of hair between her fingers. “I was with him when you called. He showed me his favorite spot in the woods. And… Well, he advised me to talk to you about everything. But I hadn’t even admitted my feelings to myself, so anything beyond that seemed impossible. I lashed out at him as well.” The memory of their fight was still fresh on her mind. It had only happened a day ago, but it felt like weeks had passed since then.

“So, he doesn’t know how you feel.”

“Well… He might have an idea. He certainly knows there’s something between us; he addressed it during our fight yesterday. And… I kind of kissed him today. I didn’t plan on doing it, I just… did it. It wasn’t even a real kiss, our lips barely touched, but– I think it was obvious enough.” At this point, she had pulled out a considerable amount of hair with her fingers, tangling it into a ball. “Then I decided I could no longer go on like that and came here.” Eret was quiet for a while. “What do you say?”

“I say we should have talked way sooner. Would have saved us both a lot of pain. Did you talk to anyone else about this?”

“My mom, but that was still before the wedding. She definitely suspects something now as well, though. And I thought about telling Ruffnut, but she’d have just found a way to include your looks into her arguments and based her opinion on that.”

He chuckled. “Good call. That woman needs to get laid more.” She kicked his shin. “Ow! What was that for?”

“She doesn’t need to get laid like some horny rabbit! She’s just very shallow regarding looks sometimes.”

“Okay, sorry,” he apologized, rubbing his shin. That should be a nice bruise tomorrow. Good. “Does he like you?”

Her heart skipped a beat. “I think so.” A sudden memory flashed through her mind. “I think he even told me once! I ran into him shortly after he and Heather broke up and he said he liked someone else. He said he couldn’t ask her out because she was engaged. Looking back, what are the chances he wasn’t talking about me?” The more she pondered it, the more obvious it seemed. Excited butterflies were dancing through her stomach. No, really, was she remembering this right?

The short sound of a speeding race car came from Eret’s phone, three times in a row, and the little notification light lit up. Eret fumbled for the device. From the look on his face, she could guess who texted him back.

“And?” she asked impatiently.

“He’s in for a beer. Tomorrow after work.”

“Yes!” She held her hand up for a high-five, but Eret was too busy texting Timothy back.

“Now you,” he said when he put his phone down. “I can’t be the only one going on a date right after breaking up with my spouse.”

“Right.” Her heart started pounding as she got up to retrieve her phone from her jacket and leaned against the kitchen counter. She was going to do this. Now.

She had three missed calls. One from her mom, which she ignored. Because the other two were from Hiccup. Understandably, after she basically bolted from his kitchen earlier. There was a voicemail attached. With jet planes flying through her stomach, she pressed her phone to her ear, heart kicking harder against her ribs when she heard his voice.

As she listened to his message, one plane after the other crashed from the sky in a fiery explosion.

Eret looked at her in concern. “Everything alright?”

Her pulse was deafening in her ears, blood rushing through her veins, trying to make her heart beat again. “Fuck.”

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That was the worst nightmare Jason had ever had. Worse than the dreams he had of his parents. Instinctively, he stars to look for water when he felt his throat hurts.

It hurts too when he gets up, he sees his hand on the edge of a bed that’s not his, and see an IV needle on the back of his hand. His eyes dart around the room and see a stained white ceiling, grimy white walls, and things that are definitely not things from his room.

There’re three other beds beside him. One is occupied with an old man, one is a kid that’s sleeping, and the other one is empty. It smells barely sterile in this room, and he remembered this smell.

It’s a hospital.

Jason looks down to his body that wears a hospital gown. Only one leg is sticking out of the gown. He pulls his gown up and sees his stub of a right leg... What sinks in for Jason is not that he lost his leg, but that his dream is real. He killed the Joker, and Tim died in his arms... Did he?

Did Tim die?

No.

Chills running down his spine and dread seeps into his bone.

Jason quickly sits up and takes off his infusion. Carefully, he puts his one leg on the floor and hops to the door. From the hectic hallways, he knew this is a public hospital, he used to drag his mom’s unconscious body here a lot of times before.

No one is going to bat an eye seeing him limps away. He hops back inside his room and found the clothes that are folded on the desk between the beds. It’s the rental shirt and trousers, brownish and stiff from dried blood. He ditches his clothes and sticks to his hospital gown instead.

“Sonny,” the old man called, “You won’t go anywhere far with one leg, and they’ll stop you if you go outside wearing gowns” His voice shakes and weak.

“Sorry gramps, I’m still going.”

“Then take my crutch, I also got some clothes,” he points on one leaning on his bed, and he opens the drawers from his desk and pulls out a pair of clothes.

“I’m not so low to steal crutches.”

“M’ giving it to ya... Don’t worry, I can ask for another.” The old man gave him a sympathetic smile, and hands over his clothes, “Go on, I know you need to be somewhere important.”

Taking his clothes and crutches, Jason gave him a simple but genuine gratitude to the old man. He peels his gown off and puts on the old man’s clothes, which is way too big for him since the old man is on a chubby side. He tightens the belt, though it’s a 90’s baggy fit, he nods gratefully at the old man and limps as fast as he can from the hospital.

There only one place he can think of that can give him an answer. He takes the bus, and stop on a station as near as he can, then limps under the rarely bright sun to Wayne Manor. It’s a lot of work to walk with one crutch and one leg, but he hops anyway until he’s arrived at the familiar gate.

It feels like yesterday that Jason presses the bell beside the gates desperately. Maybe it really was yesterday. Jason doesn’t know how many days had passed since then.

“Mister Todd?” a familiar British accent came from the speaker before Jason had a chance to spam the bell.

“Hi, Mr. Pennyworth, you know why I’m here. Where is he?”

There a long pause from the other end of the line.

“Mr. Pennyworth?”

“Hold on a second sir,” he said, and Jason can hear a lot of bickering on the background before the speaker went completely silent.

Jason sits down on the polished concrete ground, more like he fell than just sitting. The adrenaline in his body finally spent out and now he’s feeling pain all over his body. Mostly his right leg, it’s throbbing in pain. He should’ve stolen a few painkillers before he walks out of the hospital, it didn’t cross his mind at all.

The sun is right at the top of his head, it’s glaring down mercilessly with heat and brightness. His hands feel cold and his vision has dark splotches. He tries mindful breathing, trying to get his senses to stay alert.

He can’t pass out until he knows.

“Mr. Todd? Why are you on the ground?” the speaker said, there must’ve been cameras, Jason never noticed.

“I’m fine, just tell me please.”

“Master Timothy is... in critical condition sir, he has head trauma and right now is still in a coma.”

Jason blinks, he doesn’t know what to feel about that.

“But he’s alive, right?”

“Yes, but there’s no telling when he’ll wake up.”

And that’s it for Jason. The rest of his body hits the hot ground, completely lying there, and Jason tried desperately to support himself on his elbows. Wet drops fall on the concrete, it’s both his tears and his cold sweat, and Jason bites his lips to prevent his sobs.

“Are you alright sir?”

“Ahaha, who knows...” Jason croaks weakly with a tremble in his voice. “Ca-can I see him?” Jason looks up to the speaker, but it’s double in his vision and so, so bright.

There’s another pregnant pause from Pennyworth, then another ruckus starts again in the background.

“I’m sorry, sir, you’ll have to excuse me again.”

Before Jason can respond, Alfred is away, but this time the line isn’t cut. Jason can hear the noise of a lot of people talking. Somehow he can hear faintly, but he can’t make up the words. Someone screams, then it was still. It sounds like Alfred is talking. There are more talking, and talking until it’s a storm again. Then there’s a loud clap, that even Jason is surprised.

So, Jason waits. He’s sitting back up at least, leaning his back against the carved concrete gate column. His vision is still all spinny and hazy. His leg is killing him, the pain makes his lips and hands shake. It felt like it just got another round with the clown.

Jason breathes again while covering his eyes from the sun with his palm.

He doesn’t know how long time has passed, or if he passed out between his consciousness. The gate opens, a wheelchair came into view, and then the butler bends down to his level.

“Hold on to me sir, let’s get you into the wheelchair.”

Jason sits on the wheelchair in one swift movement, and he doesn’t even have the energy left to be surprised that the old butler just carried him easily. He’s inside the manor the next time he blinks.

It’s cool and a bit dimmer inside, his vision isn’t as blurry anymore. The butler hands him a tall glass of water and puts it near his lips.

“Wha-”

“You’re dehydrated sir, please drink,”

Jason leans a little while Alfred tips the glass gradually and finishes the water in a few gulps, then Pennyworth put the empty glass on an aluminum tray on top of a marble table beside the door. He already feels a bit better. A pair of gloved hands hold onto a syringe and Jason’s senses go full alert.

“What’s that?”

“Pain killer, do you not want it?”

His leg acted up as if begging him to say yes, giving Jason an excruciating pain, “Yes please.”

Pennyworth rubs the back of Jason’s elbow with a damp cotton swab, and sinks the needle in and push the liquid in slowly. After he’s done, Pennyworth put the syringe and his gloves on the table, that Jason realized has a bottle of rubbing alcohol, another glass of water and a vase.

“Drink more sir, can you hold it?” Pennyworth hands Jason another glass full of water.

Jason looks down to his hand, clench and unclenches them.

“Yeah,” Jason’s hand still trembles because of the pain, the medicine hasn’t kicked in yet, but he has the strength to hold onto the glass himself.

“Thank you,” Jason hands the empty glass back to Pennyworth.

“Alright, shall we?” Pennyworth gets behind him, and when Jason nods, the butler pushes him.

They pass the room with the big painting and other pictures. The walk down the hall is awfully quiet, through many rooms like the kitchen and the living room and something feels off.

“I thought I heard other people talking when you told me to wait, where are they?”

“I put them in their room.”

Jason blinks, “Like, on time out?”

“Yes, they’re being disrespectful and difficult.”

Jason has a feeling that their argument involves him, but he doesn’t care about that for now.

“I can’t believe you just put a group of vigilantes on time out,” Jason scoffed, “How?”

“I threatened them.”

“You? Threatening them?”

“Yes,” Pennyworth says firmly, and Jason feels his heart stops a beat.

“Ok, alright, cool.”

They arrive at a library and Jason is mesmerized by how many books there for a while until Alfred walks to the grandfather clock and starts to screw around the clock hands. Then... the grandfather just scoots over, revealing a path inside.

“Wait... is that-”

“The bat cave, yes.”

Jason only heard it from Tim’s stories, but never in his life, he thought he gets to be in it for a real.

“I... are you sure Batman allows me in there?”

“He has no say in this, I do,” Pennyworth then pushes him forward, and surprisingly, there's a ramp beside the stairs on the way down.

It’s overwhelming, the bat cave. A big ass computer, a big ass fucking Joker card, a big ass coin, a big ass jet plane and for some reason, a big ass dinosaur. Rows of different batmobile that three of them Jason had stolen the tires from. The ceiling is mostly rock in stalactite form, and there are literal bats up there. Then the most mind-boggling of all, a fucking cow just chilling there in the middle of the room.

Alfred pushes him to a deeper part of the cave, towards a room with glass walls. Inside, is a lot of machines and a big bed where Tim lays down. Jason can’t see Tim’s face too clearly when his eyes dart almost immediately to the person sitting on the bed next to Tim.

It’s Superboy. The superhero had the most broken expression on his face, his red-rimmed eyes with blue pupils look down to Tim. Strong big hands gently brush the pale skin, careful not to touch the bandages. Then it pushes the strands of hair from Tim’s sleeping face. His mouth is moving, talking fondly with a grim smile like he’s about to cry. Jason can’t hear anything from outside of the room, but even he felt like he’s intruding them of an intimate moment.

There's a heartbeat monitor spiking consistently. Jason feels a wash of relieve knowing that Tim’s alive, but a sobering feeling when he sees Superboy there.

The two of them looks like they’re in their own world and Jason is out here on the other side of the glass door, just looking inside.

“He’s alive,” Jason muttered under his breath.

“Yes, he is, thanks to you, sir,” Pennyworth looks down on him and it was the first time that Jason seen the butler smiles warmly.

“Just Jason please, I feel weird being called sir.”

“Then you may call me Alfred.”

Jason nods.

“You performed quite a strong CPR, you broke more ribs, but he’s alive because of it.”

Jason felt his heart thump, whether is relieve or confusion. He remembered not feeling any pulse from Tim, but he never felt so good to be wrong.

“What happened, Alfred?”

“Oracle heard you call from 911, and Nightwing is the one that found you. You fainted beside Master Timothy.”

“I meant what happened that got him there in the first place.”

“I can’t tell you that, Jason.”

Jason huffed frustratingly, “Of course, none of my business and all, I’m no cape-wearing meddlers after all,” he bitterly admitted, and Alfred doesn’t say anything about that.

“How long has it been since then?” Jason realizes he hasn’t checked on that either.

“Two weeks.”

“Two weeks,” Jason echoed in disbelieve, then he cringed. The hospital bills are going to be a pain in the neck, and he’ll have to beg Mrs. Knope for forgiveness for being absent for two weeks.

“You can come in if you’d like.”

Jason snaps his face towards Alfred, and looks back into the room, seeing Superboy caressing Tim’s cheek and looks at Tim’s face like it’s his whole world.

“I don’t think I should,” Jason says dejectedly.

“You came a long way limping with your still wet stitches to meet him, Superboy won’t mind, in fact, he’s been waiting for you.”

Before Jason can protest, the butler puts his hand on a screen next to the glass door, and then it slides open. Superboy snaps his face right towards Jason in utter surprise. Not even a second passed, he dashes across the room and stands right in front of Jason.

It stunned Jason at the show of super speed, but what baffles Jason the most is that the stranger just falls down on his knees and wrap Jason in a hug.

“Thank you!” he says, holding Jason tight with his bodybuilder like body, “Thank you thank you thank you!” and he tightens the hold with his super strength, and Jason can’t breathe.

Superboy lets go immediately, and Jason takes a deep breath.

“Sorry oh my god I’m so sorry,” he flustered and nervously fidgets.

“It’s cool,” Jason said.

“I can’t believe I finally meet you, man! I wish I did, in better circumstances you know?” Superboy’s face fell, rubbing his own arms, “Thank you, for finding him, I... oh god I just...” he covered his handsome and tired face with both his palms.

Jason is speechless himself, being bombarded by the super’s personality. Even though Jason is sitting in a wheelchair, he knew Superboy is taller than him. Before he covered his face, Jason sees that he has a pair of round and honest eyes, sharp jawlines, and charming features on his face that just shines better when he smiled, even though exhaustion dims it.

From the edge of Superboy’s crew neck shirt, the tip of the diamond silhouette peeks through it. A soul mark identical to Tim’s.

“I owe you a favor.” Superboy suddenly says, finally showing his face.

Jason raises an eyebrow, “Why?”

“You saved my soulmate, and I want to return the favor. I failed to protect him and I...” Then Superboy looks down on his one leg.

That’s when Jason felt a twinge of irritation. He knows Superboy means well in saying that but it just makes Jason feels angry.

“I’m not doing it for you,” Jason said curtly, and the Superhero’s face finally mellowed, “Tim is my... best friend. I didn’t save him for anyone but Tim, and...” himself, Jason can’t continue.

He had predicted Superboy will have an unpleasant expression or maybe just a sneer, but he didn’t. Still with that pained smile that seems so honest and comes from his heart.

“Alright man,” Superboy put his hand on Jason’s shoulder, “but seriously, I’m grateful he’s alive, and you’re the reason why, so... thank you.”

His smile is genuine and soft, eyes sparkle with tears and Jason can feel that Superboy is a really good, a bit of a goof, but fun to be with, that’s what Tim said, and Jason can see that now.

“Your welcome.”

The gentle giant gave him a gentle pat and stands up, “I’m going home now Alfred.”

“Not staying for dinner?” The butler’s voice reminded Jason he’s still behind him.

“No, I’ve been here for a week, besides, bru- I mean Batman is being scary,” Superboy changed the name when realizing Jason is there, completely forgetting that the Batcave is in Wayne Manor. Jason chuckled internally.

Then Superboy walks out, and Jason takes a deep sigh, letting out a breath he didn’t realize he’s been holding.

Alfred pushes him to face Tim’s right side. Either the bed is too big, or Tim is too small, but it looks like Tim is sleeping on a big comfy cloud.

“I’ll leave you to your own devices, will two hours be enough?”

Too short honestly, Jason wished he can stay until Tim opens his eyes.

“Yes, it will.”

“I’ll bring lunch for you in a few minutes.”

“Oh, no it’s okay.”

“You haven’t eaten solids in two weeks, Jason, I will not hear any more about the matter. You will eat,” Alfred says with a sharp and firm voice. Now, Jason understands Alfred’s power.

“Okay, I’ll eat, thank you,” Jason submits.

Only then, Alfred’s face melts into a friendly expression, “Very well.” Then the butler promptly leaves the room.

Jason then darts to Tim’s face almost immediately. Tim is wearing a hospital gown, there are bandage wraps on a side of his face and his hands, and the waist down in covered under the blanket. His left arm wraps in a thick cast, Jason didn’t even know it was broken then.

His body is so still, and the fear came back to Jason. To the warehouse, dark, and damp. Where Tim lies in a pool of his blood, unmoving and cold.

His arms can still remember the weight of Tim’s limp body, the coldness of his skin, and how completely still his body is.

Before the memory haunts him again, he grabs Tim’s hand gently, mindful of the IV needle at the back of his hand. Immediately, Jason felt the warmth from Tim’s lean hand. He lets out a shuddering breath and cracks a weak smile.

“Your hand... it’s warm, warmer than mine...” Jason squeezed just a bit tighter, and the slight pulse makes his eyes burns.

He’s alive. He was not dead when Jason held him for what he thought would be the last time he could’ve held him. There’re no visible gashes on his body, no pool of blood, they’re not there anymore. Tim is safe, Tim is alive, Tim is here, with him.

Jason takes in a deep breath that still shakes. He’s relieved, scared, regretful, and so many others at once.

“If I had stopped you from becoming Robin back then, you wouldn’t be here. If I had said anything, maybe you’ll... You’ll think it over and maybe you’d-” his sob choked him from continuing. His smile never falters.

“Heh, then you wouldn’t have met your Superboy. Guess you’re destined to be a hero too...” Jason got choked up by the words he wanted to say and decides to never say it again.

So, he just holds onto Tim’s hand, feeling his palm, noting how rough and calloused it is. Tim really worked hard, just too hard.

Jason’s eyes take in every detail of Tim’s being. The skin that finally regains its color, the blue peeking from the bandages, the dried-up cuts, slight tint of red on his cheeks, and finally, his soul mark.

Now that he thinks about it, he should’ve known, the diamond silhouette is actually the silhouette of the super’s symbol.

A bitter smile creeps onto his face, “He seems nice, Tim. I can see that you two are perfect together.”

His hand tightens his grip on Tim’s, feeling cozy from the warmth, hoping it’ll distract him from the digging ache in his chest.

Though they only met for a short time, witnessing the way Superboy looks at Tim, that look of pain, guilt, self-blame, but most of all, completely in love. It makes Jason understands.

“He really is destined for you.”

There are more words threatening to spill, but his fear doesn’t let the words go.

So, Jason just stays there without another word. Just holding Tim’s hand while gazing at his peaceful sleeping face and paying close attention to the rise and fall of his chest. Feeling the hand’s warmth that gradually transfers to Jason’s, feeling the light pulse against Jason’s fingers, hearing the sound of the heart monitor beeping consistently, smelling the scent of the familiar baby powder.

Jason cracks a smile. He lets his tears fall in wallow and in pity for himself, just letting it be and admits to himself shamelessly. He promises himself that this will be the last time he cries for that reason.

That he’ll never let go the man in his hand, no matter what fate says.

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Lets Transform Ourselves Day 28 "The Rebuild" (Pics on /r/dailyprogression) via /r/selfimprovement

Lets Transform Ourselves Day 28 "The Rebuild" (Pics on /r/dailyprogression)

Background information:

I'm a 20 year old Middle-eastern guy who's very figgity, impulsive and really only thinks about the short term benefits of everything. I used to be addicted to Gaming, but ever since i became 18 years old i decided to leave that part of me behind. I live in a lower-class home, we live off of welfare and I've had the fortune of being born with an above average-IQ which has led to me being able to go to university with a loan.

Last year 2017 December 17th I quit university, broke up with my girlfriend (whom i lived with for 4 months), ditched all my junky friends and moved back to my hometown.

So this is what I'll be doing every single day.

Waking up in the morning at 7:30 AM

Meditate for 10 minutes

Practise a skill/craft in my case Programming for 2 hours (not currently bec of holiday)

Walk for 2 hours per day

Do 60 Pushups + 240 Situps And Plank for 1 minute straight

Read a book (Currently : 4-Hour work week) for 2 Hours

Go cycling for 1 hour (not currently bec of holiday)

Be hygienic

Eat clean and track the calories that i'm taking

Log of 1st of September - Current time 11:53 PM :

I wanted to stop wasting time, the way things were going I was heading to the land of laziness. I didn't want to reach that destination so I flipped the tables, right when i woke up till the end of my day I wanted to be productive or at least push the limits of what a post-productiveperiod person can accomplish. The holiday that I took with my family really did me in and i'm seeing the consequences of it now in my weight and also in my habits that i need to completely rebuild. It's going to be heavy but I know I can do it again.

I'd like to see this as Day 1, and just forget about the past logs and past productive cycles. Because it really does feel like day 1 or maybe it's just me thinking that and i'm actually having more progress. Anyway today I woke up very late something that most people would find normal on a sathurday but it was at 11 AM. Waking up late is like drinking alcohol the experience itself is nice but after a while you realise you fucked up. Just think about it if you sleep at 11 PM and you wake up at 11 AM that only gives you 12 hours worth of doing stuff. Now in these 12 hours you might eat for an hour, piss or shit for half an hour and do things with your family for an hour. Leaves you about 9 hours left to be productive, without even counting in the post waking laziness and pre-sleep tiredness. But if you wake up at 7 AM consistently, you'll have a full 13 hours of productivity hours ( Including everything). And this is what I need to start doing, and i'll be doing it anyway since I'm going to university again.

I had breakfast, cleaned myself in the shower and right after I did that I went for the 2 hour walk. I wanted to get as much energy as i could and the best way to do this is by walking, granted walking does take a bit of physical energy away the pro is that your mental energy skyrockets. This is due to hormonal changes when you exercise, primarily caused by the increase of endorfines. (feel good hormone). I really enjoyed the 2-hour walk and i felt a little bit of soreness in my feet when i started but that didn't last the whole trip. Once I got back it was 15:30 PM and I really didn't do anything but eat walking does get you hungry. I ate some noodles and grapes whilst watching Dexter, currently at season 7.

After watching dexter I went over to my family in the living room and also had diner, not much obviously because i had eaten an hour before it. I managed to pack 2600 calories for the day and i'm very disappointed with that number as I really need to lower my caloric intake to see any impact of my diet whatsoever. After diner I changed clothes, and got on my racing bike and raced through the city. I've been listening to the same songs every single freaking time and it's really bugging me, so I just changed up the songs here and there so it'd satisfy my needs. Do you also get that feeling when you listen to your favourite song and it's amazing, but then you listen to it 1 million times and it just becomes absolute shit. yeah that's what bothers me sometimes. I cycled for about 50 minutes, untill my little brother calls me with his iphone and gets me to bike all the way back. I promised him i'd watch an animated series with him and well gotta back up my words I guess.

Before chilling with my little brother I also wanted to get my push-ups and sit-ups done and also meditate. So what I do is go to my parents room, since there is more space there my room has 0 space. I lay down and start doing my push-ups usually i do these near my room in the hall but there was a visitor so that would've been odd. Now I said i would do 75 push-ups rather than 60, I didn't manage to do so I will be doing it next time. 60 push-ups are good enough. Now for the sit-ups I really need to start to add more variety in them, most of my sit-ups consist of upper-abs training and my lowerabs have been lacking. I managed to do both the 60 pushups and 240 situps and after i got that done I did the 1:10 minute plank which also went great !

I showered real quick after the exercises and laid on my new bed and started a meditation session. This was really needed as my head was just empty this time around I wanted to fill it up with thoughts so i could direct myself better. This usually happens to me after drinking a lot, the days after the day i am drunk i will feel less conscientious and just litterly don't even think about my actions. Also called impulsitivity. Whilst meditating the voice that i listen to tells me that i need to think about my goals and aspirations, and it was just great to do this and get a clear picture of where i want to go in the future. after the session it was time to chill with the little boy ! Watched an animated cartoon called "FMA brotherhood" and it was great.

Now it's 11 PM and I haven't read or programmed and man I really need to get some sleep since university is starting soon (3rd of sep). So I just picked one and did that halfway, I read about 20 pages of the book "4-hour work week" by Tim Ferris. I didn't manage to get a lot of information, but most of it was about what happens after you "succeed." When you have a lot of money and time, most people will become clueless for a period of time and ask themselves why they did it in the first place and what the meaning of life is. When those kind of questions are actually best to remain unanswered as they're just blunt stupid questions really. They don't comedown to one thing and you could litterly answer it with everything and there's no right or wrong. That's why sometimes you just have to let things be.

Now Guys as i'm writing this it's midnight and i'm about to get a good night of sleep. Tomorrow is sunday so i'll be a bit easier on myself, it was sort of meant to be my restday but because of all the improductive things i've been experiencing lately (holidays) I'll be as productive as i can be. I hope you're still enjoying these logs and are thrilled about me nailing down my routines again ! You're going to freaking make it, I know it. Laters.

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