edgy haze

((TRIGGER WARNING FOR DEATH/BLOOD/GORE. PLEASE DISCONNECT IF THOSE TOPICS DISCOMFORT YOU.))
((Time!AU. This is based off 'Heat-Haze Days' (I can gladly link you to it). The summary of it is, however, is two people are stuck in a loop where the same day keeps repeating itself over and over again. Both Autumn and the friend have been dying (although they don't remember when they die themselves, only the other person) over and over. The RP can go anywhere -from them being stuck in the loop forever to them finding a way out-. If you do want them to find a way out, we can always plot something together! For the RP, we can take turn between who dies and such ^.^! The pairing is Nyo!CanadaxMale!Anyone (however, it can stay with them being friends or romance, either works).))



It had been a warm summer day, the sky seemingly showing off its bright blues and fluffy clouds as rays of sun pounded against the sidewalk.
However, the heat couldn't pass the thick walls nor beat the air conditioning of a certain blonde's home, and she would have continued to stay curled up inside the coolness if not for the blaring of an alarm clock. Grumbling weakly, she sat up, pressing a hand against the 'dismiss' button, relaxing visibly as the loud chirps came to a halt.
Picking up her phone, she took note of the time, a small smile on her face. Today, she would be hanging out with her friend at a park, much to her excitement. The plan between the two of them was just to sit in the park for awhile, catch a bite to eat, then perhaps watch a movie. Simple things were always the most fun, at least they were to Autumn.
Opting to leave the sweatshirt behind (even though it was comfortable, she would surely get ill with the scorching day and the extra clothing), so, wearing a loose t-shirt and shorts, she headed to the park.
A smile quickly formed on her face at the sight of her friend. the blonde quickly moving over and taking a seat next to him on one of the swings. For a while, they chatted mindlessly, but eventually the sweltering heat began to get to the both of them.
It had been Autumn's idea to go get some ice cream, but it was something she regretted so horribly much. Her friend had rushed ahead playfully, neither of them paying attention as the street light flipped from green to red. The truck didn't notice her friend in the street until it was too late.
The blonde had only been a few steps behind him, violet eyes wide with shock as blood splattered against her clothing, the scent of copper overwhelming her. Tears brimmed her vision as she glanced upwards, a figure too blurry for her to make out standing several feet away.
It was then that everything went black.
The Canadian had awoken, panting, eyes wide as she sat up in her bed. Had it all been a dream? Checking her phone and sending her friend a text only to receive his reply a few moments later, she deemed it had been. Well, that was what she thought.
"Let's take a different way," she suggested with a nervous smile once the idea of getting ice cream was introduced, leading him down an opposite path, still rather shaken from the nightmare from the previous day.
The different path didn't work. A construction crane which held pipes and rods hundreds of feet in the air had snapped, screams falling from the surrounding people as they feel, one piercing through her friend's gut. Blood stained Autumn's clothes and face, a broken cry falling from her before everything went black.
The day kept repeating itself, over and over, the blonde having given up count after fifty. Each time, she tried something different, but it never worked. Her friend would fall down steps, hit his head and collapse. One time she had thought everything was in the clear, but the pen in her friend's pocket stabbed through his chest.
Currently, Autumn sat in a swing next to her friend, gaze on the ground. It was growing harder and harder to appear happy towards the other, as she had to watch him die day after day.
There had been times where she had tried to tell him, but he would think she was crazy and begin to walk off, only to get struck or crushed or pierced.
"I... I'm not overly fond of summer," she whispered, violet gaze flitting towards her friend, wondering how it would end this time.