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Dublin: Do you believe in Soul mates?

yes. i’m a firm believer in fate and destiny-- all that jazz, maybe because it gives me something to blame when life decides to fuck me up. it’s the same with soulmates, i’d like to believe that everyone has more than one, maybe a handful, some we’ll probably never meet. and it doesn’t always have to be romantic love, it extends to platonic, and familial soulmates too. it’s a pretty fascinating concept when you think about it. 

New York City: What gets you up in the morning?

there’s a brief moment where he closes his eyes and he’s never felt more blessed. 

the world seizes its rotations, in which gravity is all but an inconsistent factor that does not keep us grounded. comes and goes, fleeting as love in the midst of winter. his heart was born for a sole purpose, and that purpose was to love and be loved– yet he finds that purpose to be nothing but some childish dream. nobody loves anymore, and nobody wants to be loved. it’s all he ever does, sinking into something that feels strangely like depression, allowing his hands to sink against his stomach and stay there and press away whatever worries trouble him.

truth is; he’s not depressed. he’s just unhappy. or tired. but never depressed. he’ll live his life through the pain if he has to.

“nobody knows about nothin’ no more.”

an ache persists in his back when he leans forward, grabbing her hands to hold in his. they’re sitting on a bench somewhere, near some park and across the street from a laundromat. the streetlight flickers and all he can see is the exhaustion on her face.

What was a girl to do when she is powerless and in pain?

Jieun imagined it to be their own hell, sitting on the floor like that with hopeless eyes. They were women with many possibilities, doors opened for them when they were closed for others. Yet here they were, standing at nonexistent closed doors and each time they found themselves with another opportunity, the door closed before they could enter. What were they to do when the world fought so hard to go against them? To make sure that every time they rose, something would push them to the ground once more.

“This is it.” Hanna spoke, her voice quivering and her swirling with the possibility of death. “This is where I’m going to die. That’s it. I’m done for.”

She listened to the words well, digested it well but not before tasting the bitterness that was indirectly toward her. There was no we in death, only her. It was as though Jieun was the enemy, a wolf pretending to be a sheep because she could not see the end when all the other girl saw was only that.

“We’ll figure it out.” She heard a scoff then, an agitated sneer that slivered off the other girl’s tongue. 

“No, we won’t. There’s nothing left for us to do. There’s nothing you can do.”

The words hurt more than they should, but she was used to the bitterness that slipped off her tongue. They ran through her veins like poison, coloring her blood like the color of ink. The bruises on her skin were nothing more than a dull ache, nothing more than a reminder that she was a failure in everything. She couldn’t even protect Hanna, so what could she do?

Blood rushed to her head, and her lips quivered. She closed her eyes to shut away Hanna’s insults, and she can only picture the day they were in the museum. They worried about nothing then, yet everything all at once. Everything seemed so small now, and only the room that they were held prisoners in felt big.

It was all suffocating.

“You won’t die, Hanna. You’re going to make it out.”

The gears in the locks stirred then, and she could see the fear so evident on Hanna’s face. The whimper was soft, but it was all Jieun could hear then. In the back of her head, the pounding grew louder and louder with anticipation as though everything she tried to hide was coursing through her body and out toward her surroundings.

She licked her lips. “Run when I tell you to.”

“W-what?”

“Just listen to me this one time, and don’t look back.” There was a moment of silence before the knob slowly turned. “All right?”

With the nod of her head, the door revealed two men leering down at them. “Tch, what’s with the look on that bitch’s face?”

Jieun glowered and stood up, her shaky legs causing her to lose her footing for just a second. The other male hummed. “Well shit, she’s got a little fight in her.”

This is it.

“Now, Hanna.”

[ sns ➝ pooh ] well..half the time you were yelling about the sky being green and how aliens were going to perch on your head

“I will,” Sehun says with a small grin. 

He’d always found it endearing to witness such concern in her voice.  They weren’t blood related, but like a pair of two loyal siblings they constantly doted on one another. All of their thoughts, feelings, and experiences ended up being shared somehow. 

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