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[𝟭𝟱𝟵] ⚠️ Mᴏᴏᴅ Rɪɴɢ

Y/N - your name
C/N - crush's name
C/L/N - crush's last name

Song: "Mood Ring" - Lorde

⚠️brief mention of smoking weed, implied trauma relating to parents, implied depression⚠️

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« I'm tryna blow bubbles but inside
Can't seem to fix my mood »

The rustic window panes were decorated with droplets that graced Y/N's ears with gentle pattering sounds. She was sat on the sofa in the small cottage living room, holding a cup of tea and staring at the incense burning in the table in front of her. Despite the apparent peacefulness of the situation, a
navy gloom engulfed her insides: of course, she knew what the source of it was.

« Today it's as dark as my roots
If I, if I ever let them grow out »

Further away on the table was a recently opened box of hair dye, secondary evidence of the new colour of her hair: the primary evidence being her hair itself. It was a routine habit of dyeing, as whenever Y/N felt like she was losing control of herself she would dye her hair to reestablish it. Unfortunately, today it seemed to be less effective, since thunder rolled outside.

Normally she found storms calming.

Maybe she should just go to bed.

« Now all of my oceans have riptides
Can't seem to find what's wrong »

The next day the sun was out and the storm over - although Y/N's insides retained the feeling of it. She supposed it was her body being dramatic, wanting to find something wrong in her newfound tranquility. Her life was nothing like how it used to be, and she wished that her mind would register that.

The only negative, in a lot of people's opinion, was the location of her living: in the middle of the woods. That was on top of working from home, making her life almost entirely isolating.

The tiny slither that made it not fully was the guy, around her age, who was the son of the people that owned the vast stretches of woodland around her. They were wealthy, but they were also farmers, meaning they weren't all that posh. The cottage that Y/N rented was the one that they let out.

She had never spoken to the son, but he regularly tended to the land around her, and was responsible for the maintenance of her property. Every time that he had had to fix something in the house, he hadn't said a word to her, and she was too awkward to say anything to him.

« The whole world is letting me down
Don't you think the early 2000s seem so far away? »

Y/N let out a regretful sigh as she saw him outside of the kitchen window, just over the little wall that outlined the section she rented. He was cutting off the branches of some of the trees, so they didn't droop too far on to her garden. The sigh signified the regret of all the times she didn't talk to him when she had the chance, because he was undeniably very attractive.

He caught her looking through the window, causing alarm to shoot through her. She could've sworn a smirk graced his pretty face, but she couldn't be one hundred percent sure as she was distracted by the plant pot she nearly dropped.

« Ladies, begin your sun salutations
Transcendantal in your meditations (love and light) »

It wasn't long before the guy was gone, leaving Y/N to begin her preparations for the coming season. Despite the storm last night, the months were opening up to summer time, and the sun beaming overhead was evidence of that. Today was her self-assigned day off work, so she would cleanse her crystals and then hopefully smoke a bit of weed.