Another Suits Fanfic :D

I know I have an exam in two days but I just couldn’t help it. I had to write it or I’d lose the idea forever. D:
Another Suits fic! I know what you’re thinking..more Mike!Whump?

Well I’m sorrryyy I just love Mike whumppppp LOL

Title: Just Not Good Enough For You
Fandom: Suits
Characters: Harvey Specter, Donna Paulsen, Mike Ross, Rachel Zane
Pairings: None that I emphasize on. I guess Mike/Rachel exists if you squint but like they just broke up so…LOL
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Family
Rating: K+
Summary: Rachel accuses Mike of breaking up with her because she’s not good enough for him. Mike feels a little emotionally distraught at this revelation and begins to wonder if there’s something fundamentally wrong with his personality.

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Just A Random Piece I Wrote Until I Hit Severe Writers Block

They kept falling. One after the other, floating on the waves of a gently blowing wind. The descent is slow, agonizing almost but the journey is peaceful in that there is no sound. No sounds, no abrupt movements. Just a leaf sinking towards the dusty soil of the Earth. The first leaf had not yet landed when the second began to fall. Just as gently. Just as slowly. But far more agonizing. I looked away from the window and towards the bedroom door, staring at it longingly as if willing for her to appear.
“Kumiko?” I called out. There is no answer. Glancing towards the bedside table, I read the time as 1:23 pm. Briefly reflecting on which day it was, I realized that Kumiko might be out to complete her errands. Feeling at a loss, I returned my gaze to the falling leaves, though no longer interested in its subtleties. This is how I usually spend my days; glued to the bed while watching the world move forward, leaf by drifting leaf.

I’m not sure how long had passed or when I zoned out but judging by the fading daylight, I must have been out of it for a significantly long time. Funny how time changes you. I used to struggle to get through the day, especially since the only company I had was an obnoxiously loud clock that continuously ticked till the end of time. I shifted from my position so that I was sitting up and leaning against the headboard. Looking around the room, I noticed that the room had changed. The window was no longer on my left but on the right. Outside the window was the beautiful view of the ocean. Which ocean, I didn’t know, all I knew was that it was a sparkling midnight blue that stretched across the horizon endlessly. I looked away from it and focused my attention on the door. Or at least I would have had there been any. Naturally, upon such a discovery, one would panic but I felt none. Perhaps because this room, or should I say, box, had a familiar aura to it. A nostalgia of sorts.

Starting New – Reconstructing My Literary Identity

So, recently I’ve been reading a lot of books. That’s big news right there. Why should you care? Here’s why; my reading of books is a significant event because there was a period of time in which I had wilfully neglected heart-wrenching, emotionally captivating, and beautifully constructed novels in favor of rotting away on social media. A dreadful move on my part, I must admit. Up until now, I had only¬†thought of reading novels but I had never mustered up the energy to physically lift up a book and invest my heart and soul in it. That, of course, all changed when I started university. Now don’t get me wrong. It’s not that I’ve NEVER read a book, far from it actually. When I was younger, I was an avid reader of fiction and non-fiction alike but for some reason, there came a time when I just stopped immersing myself in the lives of tyrannical historical leaders and crime-solving Belgian men.

Starting university made me realize that books, no matter in what context, are essential to human development. They show you aspects of life that you may never see; they describe to you (and in some ways make you feel) all kinds of emotions that have yet to be discovered by your frail little heart. Simply put, books are just absolutely wonderful. Too bad I had wasted so much time just “thinking” about them and not reading them for myself.

When university course enrolment came around, I enrolled¬†(and am currently still enrolled) in a humanities course known as AP HUMA 1435: Japanese Culture, Literature, and Film. And that was it. I took it. No hesitation, no second thought, nada. (This would have been more dramatic had I told you that I was searching for a Humanities course for literally hours).And since I’m being brutally honest here, I’ll even say that I didn’t dare read the course description either. Quite frankly, I didn’t need to. My initial infatuation with all things Japanese had me instantly hooked and because my infatuation ran as far deep as anime and manga, I was practically jumping for joy at the prospect of discussing those two in the lecture. After rebelliously selecting a course solely based on its name, I even dropped a social science credit (a mandatory one, might I add) in favour of an elective. But that’s an embarrassing anecdote for another time.

So I took this humanities course and it was the best decision I had ever made. No, we didn’t discuss anime and manga as in-depth as I had anticipated but the professor (Professor Ted Goossen, a man whose lectures I thoroughly enjoy) had so much more in store that, dare I say, surpassed the value of manga by a long shot. He introduced us to traditional Japanese literary geniuses. At first, they came in the form of short stories. These stories were at best 40 pages long, others only 3 pages long, but their lasting impressions were that of 1000 paged books. These stories had an element that I had never encountered in Western literature and that was, emotion. Not human emotion, but natural emotion. Emotion in its purest form. Japanese literature evokes emotion in ways that Western literature often does/cannot. It reflects feelings of joy, jealousy, fear and sorrow through nature and when you’re reading these stories and imagining these emotions in play, you achieve a better sense of the feelings being projected. For me, personally, it was because nature didn’t have a personality. What do I mean by that? I mean that people are all different, whereas nature is not. A tree is a tree. In their most basic forms, all trees possess the same elements: roots, barks, leaves. People are not as similar because you cannot strip a person of their differing physical elements. Even if you did, those elements will leave an “impression” of sorts, one that has shaped their psychological makeup. That being said, emotions are products of the heart and mind. No two people will have the exact same heart and mind and thus their reflection of emotions usually differ. It’s like how people always say that everyone deals with grief in varying ways. Some people throw themselves into work as a distraction; some choose to wallow in their sorrow until it can pass, others decide that they will be someone else so that deep down, they have an excuse to not cope at all. All these reactions and coping mechanisms will project emotions differently then. Nature can’t do that. If the sky is gray, it’s glum. If the sun is bright, it’s warm. If the birds are silent, they’re asleep. If the clouds are floating, they’re wandering. Nature doesn’t have multiple interpretations in which a reader can get lost in. That’s why, when Japanese traditional authors wanted to signify that the mood is changing, you would need to pay close attention to the environment. It’s beautiful how these stories are written. Really. In fact, my extremely pathetic attempt at explaining it to you will do no good. You’re just going to have to pick up a book written by a Japanese author (not a contemporary one, though they are very, very good as well), and just immerse yourself in traditional Japanese writing yourself.

Well, this turned out to be a rant of sorts. That was not my intention at all, in fact, I was hoping to make my little post sound a little more elegant and put together but because I am neither of those things, it’s hard for me to understand how elegance and put-togetherness work.

P.S. I’m currently reading a book called JapanAmerica. Hopefully, I’ll finish it by the end of the week and have a book review (amateur review, duh) up later this week.

Thanks for sticking around, pals.
Until next time.