it's odd how I keep returning to this character.. happened to be the first when I started the さん series.. and still one I think about every now and then.. know there's a story to be told here.. though how long it'll take me to finish.. dunno.. enjoy the latest iteration.. guess this is one of those stories that'll write itself as I get older.. (though at this rate, it'll probably be done by the time I'm dead)

Blue stared down at the street below. Little dots of people peppered the landscape as they droned about their daily rituals. Blue felt like God from high up here. Removed yet still somewhat attached, checking upon and admiring the human experiment. Who said God couldn’t be vain? With head cradled in folded arms and an unnerving look of determination in her eyes, she focused on the pavement below. Could she do it this time? Blue breathed heavily in anticipation as heart fluttered and beats skipped to an impending sense of thrill. How ironic it was to feel so much more alive in that one moment. Blue lifted her head and smiled at the heavens. Her smile gave way to a smirk, and the smirk to a laugh as she turned around and let out a long sigh. Not today.

Today was just another day. Nothing was going to happen, and nothing ever did. And though the unremarkable day would pass unnoticed by most, some like Blue happened to be all the more keen towards the mediocre pattern. Played out and given thought, one would likely come to two possible conclusions (or so Blue could only think of). The first being that the pattern is perpetual; that today was the same as yesterday, as it would be tomorrow and so forth. To live means to perpetuate the farce, and on some days (like today) is the prospect of escape ever so tempting. And of the other, well we’ll see that in Blue.

It was another lazy Sunday. The proclaimed day of ‘rest’ during which quite contrary to God’s original intention, more people found themselves agitated simply because tomorrow would be Monday. Saturday perhaps would have been a more fitting ‘rest’ day Blue suggested mentally (cause you know, God can read minds). Less than twenty-four hours till the new work week began, like gerbils on a corporate exercise wheel.

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