s.apathy! - lor’s third person

Lorie stared at her notebook. Her earbuds hung, one out of her ear and the other just enough nestled in her ear for her to catch the faint sound of the music. It was a soft, sunny ballad, but it was not sunny outside. Rather, the rain poured so loudly that in Lorie’s empty ear she could hear its pitter-patter on the concrete sidewalk outside the window. The emotion in the song she put on, a song composed to appreciate the sun’s smile, instead perpetuated Lorie’s sense of melancholy that had overcome her after staying still in her chair for so unbearably long.

Lorie had been sitting in the loveseat that was nestled in the corner of Croquis for several hours. Her notebook lay, empty, and she looked at it with a sense of shame. Several times she had ordered and downed all kinds of curious drinks and pastries from the waitress in the shop, but she had not moved much more than her hands, and her legs had far long fallen asleep as they curled underneath her. Lorie ran her tiring hand across the blue of the fake leather that coated her journal. She searched in its miniscule cracks for some force that would push her to lift the cover and fill another page. Every day, one page. At the least. Yet, Lorie had been struggling to commit herself to the mere action of opening the cursed book. There was a stubborn apathy that had taken hold of her shoulders and held her in place. Refusal to begin, but refusal to abandon the task altogether…