the sound of her footsteps, well-practiced and perfected, lighter than the sound of rain falling, loses its momentum before reaching a waiting room devoid of any patients, a place bled of its colour under relentless fluorescent lights. it smells clean, well-nigh sterile, awash with bitter antiseptic — it almost smells like him. almost but not quite.
sharp discomfort slides between her shoulder blades when she catches a glimpse of her own reflection in a looking glass. bereft of her wonted attire and carefully curated ornaments, with half of her makeup wiped off in a hurry, she almost looks like someone else — but she knows this girl, knows her bones.
silent, swift, akane knocks only once, seeking no permission to enter an all too familiar office. '' i know i don't have a scheduled appointment, but i really need to see dr. kang. it'll only take ten minutes, i promise.'' she says, graciously peering, nearly hiding behind a half-opened door, like a cat that knows it shouldn't be there. she could recognize him with her eyes closed, eyes gouged. '' perhaps fifteen. '' @cataclysmxs
