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【MEL】ancholic×h【APPY】ness
If someone asked me if I was 「happy」, I wouldn't be able to answer them.
I wouldn't claim to be 「happy」; I wouldn't claim to be 「sad」.
I don't know enough about either to know whether I'm one or the other.
「Happiness」 and 「sadness」; they aren't things I really think about.
I don't really consider myself to be someone who has such things as 「experiences」 and 「feelings」.
I just...
「Flow.」
『episode one: sure』
The sun was shining brightly that day. The walk to school was as delightfully uneventful as always. It was something Anaïs enjoyed — the free-flowing nature of it all. She was one to take the path of least resistance. Life was easier that way.If someone asked me if I was 「happy」, I wouldn't be able to answer them.
I wouldn't claim to be 「happy」; I wouldn't claim to be 「sad」.
I don't know enough about either to know whether I'm one or the other.
「Happiness」 and 「sadness」; they aren't things I really think about.
I don't really consider myself to be someone who has such things as 「experiences」 and 「feelings」.
I just...
「Flow.」
『episode one: sure』
School often afforded her the same leisure. Other than the occasional school assignment, she was largely left alone. No one bothered her outside of group projects. She didn't see a need for friends. Being friends with someone entailed all sorts of obligations. Hanging out, helping each other with things... Anaïs was certain that, should anyone ask to be friends, she'd decline.
Surprisingly, no one shared her route to school. Sure, she converged with people once she neared the school, but that was all coincidental. None of it was planned. It just happened. That, too, was part of her flow.
The actual school day started out monotonously, as per usual. She would eat by her lonesome, go to class by her lonesome, and take her break by her lonesome. Her melancholic tendencies often caused many to question whether she was just really out of it or if she just didn't care about anything.
I don't know myself.
That's what she tells herself when she hears the theories start to spring up. Never interacting with anyone made it hard for her to tell if she was "out of it" or just didn't care. Not knowing was something she ever minded. If she allowed herself to be curious, her easygoing flow would be gone.
She wasn't one that chose to be alone because she wanted to be. She didn't avoid making friends because she preferred not to. She hadn't moved out of her parents' place because she hated them.
It's just easier this way.
So a typical day goes by for her, without issuing so much as a worry. Classes were attended, people were passed by in the halls, and food was eaten in the company of one atop the roof.
It was something she'd seen in a snippet of a show she watched once. Whenever the protagonist wanted to be alone, they always went to the roof. So that's what she did. Not because she wanted to be alone. Just because...
It's just easier this way.
Friends were obligations. Hanging out, helping each other... Anaïs was certain that, should anyone ask to be friends, she'd decline.
And if someone were to ask her out...
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