magnets; nmh ✗ nsa
@adsora
LOCATION: GANGNAM
If there’s one thing that that Hana knew about herself, it was that she didn’t have many regrets in life. She preferred to be in control of situations that she indulged within, and when she wasn’t, it was almost quintessential that she took steps to mitigate the consequences. But amongst the regrets that she did have, few were able to match Nam Sora.
For clarification, it wasn’t that she had a problem with the heiress. It could even be said that in her own right, Nam Sora was clever, patient, and too charming for her own good. Rather, Hana had a problem with the outcome of their relationship. After a year, Sora had blindsided Hana, and there were no warnings nor signs about her intentions. In the end, all that she left Hana with were empty promises, lonely lips, and a broken heart.
Despite it all being in the past, as much as Hana would have liked to believe she had moved on, she simply hadn’t. She loathed how pathetic she had become but was unable to escape from the reality of it all. Considering the standards that she normally held herself to, this version of her was rather shameful. In fact, so shameful that she hadn’t realised that the line for coffee had been moving forward, and that she had been holding up the line.
“I’ll have a latte please.” She would smile at the barista before paying and acquiring her drink. Then, a new task presented itself — searching for a spot to sit. It was a Tuesday, and the cafe was undoubtedly crowded; she expected as much anyways. So upon random selection, she would target a seat in the far corner across from a woman who Hana assumed possessed a kind disposition. In truth, with the way that the other was seated and without a clear look at her face, Hana couldn’t tell for certain.
“Excuse me — “ Her words would be cut short upon a closer inspection of the other individual, and for a couple of moments after, Hana would remain like that. Speechless.
