Ever since the not so happy ending of his engagement his days have become monotone in a way. There were things keeping him preoccupied but were they making him fulfilled? Not really. He had friends, he had girls he can turn to, he had his bike he could drive whenever he wants since it’s something he enjoys more than anything but it was all slowly becoming meaningless. No matter how much he tried to keep his positivity it wasn’t that easy. For a long time he wanted to just go away for a few weeks and work on himself, leaving the hotels to his dad but there was always something making him stay in the same place. He did find some relaxation in Lime Grove over the last few months, a good friend and sports. If there was something that could help him clear his mind that was basketball and to his luck there were courts not far away from his house.
Having a few drinks the night before didn’t stop him from having an early start on the day. He often wakes up early and tries to use that time as productively as he can, be it working out or just finishing up his work from the day before. Adjusting his eyes to the bright light, he sat up resting his elbows on his knees as he looked to the other, darker side of the room. As much as he likes mornings he hates waking up to such a bright light, turns out he wasn’t bother pulling the blinds down the nigh before. Turning his head to rest his forehead in the palms of his hands, he tangled his fingers in his bangs that were once again getting too long for his liking. Taking a deep breath, he threw the sheets to an empty side of his bed before getting up and going to the bathroom. Turning the faucet he let the water run as he put his hands on the sink, leaning over it and looking down. At times he would get this flashback of some happier times, his life 2/3 years ago and even if they were supposed to make him happy they do the complete opposite. Wasted five years of his life he couldn’t take back. But would he even want to do that? Tightening his grip on the sink he looked up at his own reflection in the mirror taking a few second to calm down before washing his face with cold water.
Switching into his workout clothes, well only shorts, he grabbed a towel and a bottle of water before going to the well equipped gym he had in his house. It was one of his favourite parts of the house, he would spend his whole mornings there, working out with the music blasting and without a care in the world. It did help him a lot over the past few months so there is nothing he’d rather be doing at the moment.
Afterwards he took a shower and went downstairs in his shorts and a towel around his shoulders since his hairs was still damp, heading straight to the kitchen to make breakfast. On his way he swiftly picked up the remote control, turning on his TV. He doesn’t really watch it, he just uses it as a background noise while cooking and usually pays attention to the news, for some reason. It’s good to know what’s happening in the world, especially when you have a successful business. As he was about to go to the kitchen he heard a knock on his door, walking over to it with a confused look on his face. It was early, not many people are awake at this time, and not to talk about leaving their house at this time. Opening them as he ran his hand through his damp hair a smile appeared on his face once he noticed who It was. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
@CerealKiller - Noelle