the lake is slowly freezing over as days turn cold. she is there, sitting with her legs bent and tucked close; yoo sangah rests her chin on her knees. winter suits her, it seems, quiet and peaceful ( and most of all, still ). a place of thought. overlooking glossy water, she often feels her mind is the same⸻ crystalline pale, precise.
the cold pulls her to her feet, sooner than she would've liked. perhaps that would've made it time to retreat; seek warmth, somewhere kinder. but the presence that joins her is welcome in a different way. “ ah. ” it's him. it's been a while, hasn't it? “ kim dokja-ssi, ... i wasn't expecting you. is everything alright? ”
her arms cross over her chest. not to seem standoffish, but as a means of concealing the brief shiver. only then does she realise she's left questions unanswered. how absent-minded she is, today, now. surely she's just tired. “ i've been coming here when i need to clear my mind. ”
continued from here with @dokseoga.
