#daisiek

“You know what you should do- dye your hair!” Jinah suggested, followed by a few nods as if to cement how right she was. “I mean, your hair is beautiful as it is but imagine something really cool like a red or even just a soft brown... I’ve been brown and black haired for months now and I’d love to dye it blonde again. Besides, it grows back, you know? So why not!”

       —&& He’d hated hospitals for as long as he could remember, the brightness, the cleanliness, but worst of all, the smell. It reminded him of his parents, two people who spent most of his youth at the hospital and the few moments he saw them he was overwhelmed by the smell that embraced their clothes, his mother’s hair, her hands. In a way it made him despise the one place they chose to spend they time instead of spending it with him, how childish, how incredibly selfish, that’s what he was, selfish. 

He’d gotten the news late on Friday evening, with a beer in his left hand and laughter surrounding him before that one call had made it all stop with a loud sound of glass breaking against the cement floor, the small amount of liquid left in the bottle saturating the surface while his tears did the same to his cheeks. “We never know what will happen tomorrow, if there will be an atom bomb hitting our city and we’ll all end up dead. All we really know, is that life is now” A line from one of his favorite books, he’d repeat to himself every now and then to make sure he was living in the moment, to make sure he was putting enough into what was in front of him and to appreciate the short moment of happiness those moments could bring him, before it could be snatched away, gone. 

               a sad revelation it was, that eunbi’s personal little journey through the afterlife wasn’t as peaceful as she made it out to be. god, for one, she was stuck on earth. why ? she didn’t know. ‘ what have you left behind ? ‘, the other ghosts would ask. she did not know. something was keeping her here, and she hadn’t a single clue of what that might be. maybe she did. maybe she was too afraid to think about it. 

               daisie’s touch is anything but cold, and it filled eunbi with a well-acquainted feeling of despair. once, she too was filled with warmth. but as everyone does, she took life for granted. she assumed that she’d be let off easy, that bad things couldn’t happen to her, like they did to other people. but they did ! and that’s her mistake. 

“I’m always watching, hah! I have to check if you’re being naughty or nice you know? Okay no, who am I kidding, you are always nice and you deserve everything nice in the world, so don’t thank me for that, it’s the least this santa can do.” 

█ ▌「 ☠  」            ❛  ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʟᴇ's ᴛʜɪɴ ʟɪᴘs ᴄᴜʀʟᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ sʟɪɢʜᴛ ɢʀɪɴ, a chuckle escaping through the pieces of skin. He was never really open with his own life, but the female has a way  with words that tantalized Samuel. “ Everyone’s a little psycho, I just act out on it, other’s hold it in. “ The slim man leaned back in his seat, tilting his head as he exhaled the smoke of his cigarette, “ I don't see the difference between me and people who hide it. I’m painted as the criminal because I couldn’t hold back the craving. What does that make everyone else though ? ” The male paused, his dim optics flickering up to catch the female in his gaze before scoffing.