CW: past trauma, breakdown.
There is no orange juice.
Life is fine, Whumpee wake up at the same time every day, takes a shower, and meets the team, everyone is kind, Whumpee can't possibly want anything more.
There is some apple juice, tho.
The accident was a bad experience, it hurt and left some scars but that was all of it, Whumpee is fine, they are safe now, it was all a bad experience, just a bad experience.
Apple is good but not quite what I want.
They don't need to talk about it, the nightmares aren't even that bad, it's not like it left a trauma behind something, Whumpee is stronger than that, something as simple as an accident wouldn't give them a trauma, that's impossible.
I mean- it's all juice, right?
Whumpee was tired again that morning, they were always, but it's fine, they just work too much, it's just work, it's just that they love what they do too much.
The flavor doesn't matter, Whumper thought raising their hands to get the juice when their vision blurred, what? They touched their eyes and it was wet there were tears.
Why am I- why, their legs became too weak, their knees lost strength, Whumpee fell, they couldn't see anything through the tears, they felt something snapping inside of them and suddenly everything too much.
I'm fine, they told themselves, I'm fine, they lied again, I'm... I'm not fine, they started to sob uglily, I'm not. I'm not. I'm not- They hugged their knees and felt themselves break.