#antientia

“and they say no two people are alike.” the wind tickles a set of pursed lips, quirking at the corner when she renders herself lost in a brief lapse of silence. ( you shouldn’t trust anyone but yourself, am i right? ) the words simmer and stir in her mouth, but she crushes the very notion of voicing them like the dry petals under her feet. instead she reaches out across the ledge, slender fingers outstretched as if intending to caress the jagged skyline that punctures the blue sky. a quiet hum ensues. “i think,” she starts again as she turns on her heels, small back pressed against the metal ledge. “we all get to pick our own kind of poison. our own kind of sea to drown in.” a pause. then, “what are you drowning in?”

Yes. ERRORS ARE MADE and life will go on. But today is different. She is wailing like a child and curling into her big brother’s arms like she desperately reaches for her security blanket. There is only one response but to hold her back and flush her hair behind her ears. He will never talk about this ever again. Years will probably spill between this time and the next time she needs him like this. But today is different. Only today.

I’m thinking of the time when we were younger. Running down the hallway of Uncle’s huge house. The three of us chasing each other. Dragging Jaehyo along - because he didn’t , still doesn’t , want to do anything. You claimed you were the fastest. Seo stated that he was the most impressive. I said I was the tallest. Was I? I felt the biggest. I felt so strong when I was with you two. Everything was fine. I didn’t fight too much, I didn’t cause pain that much. It was all just fine. Until it wasn’t.

Nightfall meant a million different things------it ranged from sleeping to ridiculous movie nights and sleepovers where there was no sleeping actually involved. But, to Chanhyun, there’s one thing that she will never grow out of loving. “There’s nothing I love more than stargazing at night!” she replied with a bright smile, “It’s somehow very relaxing to me... and it’s especially fun with a friend, when you can tell stories about the stars to them!”

“alright, here’s a little list. I wish i’d known that separating the whites from the colors was real important, ‘cos then I wouldn’t have lost my favorite white shirt to the weird pink underwear my bro has. I wish i’d known that trying to skateboard on the street with cars was a damn stupid idea ‘cos I would’ve saved myself the embarrassment. I wish i’d known that some people are gonna fuck you over and then I wouldn’t have never messed with ‘em in the first place. save my heart from all that feelings bullshit.”

a sly grin grew onto her dark red matte lips, giving soojung a look. “it drives well, huh?”

[ Ξ ] He stared quietly at the lengthy cut along her calf. True, it was just a cut; but what he wanted to know was how she got the injury. His question may have come off as sounding concerned, but it stemmed from pure curiosity. The gash appeared rather deep, and somewhat fresh. A day or so old, perhaps? Travis squatted beside her, getting a closer look at the wound. He was sure not to touch her, seeing no reason to do so for the time being. “How’d you get it?” he finally asked, looking up at her from beside the leg he crouched beside.A ‘cut’ or not, he wondered if the laceration had been her own fault, and she were too proud to admit to it. During the short time he had known the woman – and the few times he had actually spent time with her – there always seemed to be a strong sense of pride about her; power in every step she took and an aura of confidence floating about her. It wouldn’t have surprised him if her demeanor was off putting to some, but it interested him. Pushed him to see just how proud she may be.“It looks like someone managed to stab you with a butter knife and had trouble getting it back out. You sure you didn’t trip over yourself?”

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