#eajulian

➸ A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.

TW: violence, blood, gore 

obscure feelings: accepting!

Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.

rain hits against the window in nonrhythmic beats, the sound of unexpected thunder sending chills down the girls spine as she draws her attention outside. here she is safe, there’s no reason to worry, and admittedly there was something calming watching the rain. the small puddles from this morning were being over flooded, and from this perspective she knew the walk back to the dorms would result in the possibility of her losing a pair of shoes.

she sighs, back against the wall beside the window before she slowly slides down to the floor. she’d much rather wait it out, but who knows how long she’ll be waiting.

--they. they’ll be waiting. 

rei has to remind herself that she’s not the only person in the room, no matter how much it feels like it. neither one of them stayed after class to study with each other, which admittedly made the hour that went by awkward (especially when she sneezed and he excused her before they both went back to their work).

she looks over, the rain serving as background noise as her lashes brush against her cheeks as they close for a second longer than she expected. it’s a sign of exhaustion from both studying and just the overall events of the day, breathing slowly before she releases a tired sigh. somehow, for whatever reason, that catches the boys attention and he turns his head towards her.

Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.

“FUCK YOU” 

“FINE, BITCH”

Shouting followed by slamming of doors and dead silenced ensued after just another argument of her parents. Sighing, quite accustomed to this routine, the girl made her way to the prius with her car keys in hand. 

Sitting besides a boy who was with a very pristine looking father, she waited patiently while staring straight ahead before her thoughts were interrupted by a deep voice. 

“Are you alone? Where are your parents?” The boy asked his eyes curious, maybe even harmless but just as she was about to explain herself her eyes shifted to the man dressed in a suit with a phone in one hand and the boys shoulder in the other. 

It wasn’t the first parent meeting that they had missed and it sure as hell wouldn’t be their last. Difficult to explain that her parents loved each other but fought like crazy and even more difficult to understand why they neglected their only daughter so easily but she was the favorite of all the kids they put in foster care instead. So instead of explaining, Ophelia shook her head.

difficult questions: accepting!

What is your favourite season? Why?

“i like spring. it’s not too hot or cold, and everything starts turning green again and flowers start blooming.. overall it’s just a beautiful season.”

The Difficult Questions: Accepting ! 

26. Is there something in your past you would change?

*& 28. If you had the opportunity to write a letter to someone you had hurt, what will you say?

Dear time,

I’m sorry for wanting too much of you when you gave me nine hundred years.

I just think it’s still too short.

     Your loving Gumiho, 

➸ 24; Do you like how you are now in life?

“My role in everybody’s lives is being that pessimistic kid your parents don’t want you to talk to, so to answer that question, no” he says in his usual cold self, never swayed, never budging. 

summer sentence starters: accepting!

in rei’s list of fears dying (before she has to) is at the very top, and unfortunately there’s over a thousand ways to die. but does she lock herself up in the cabin all day? no. if she was so afraid then she never would have bothered to attend ever after in the first place.

she ventures out, allows the sun to kiss bare skin that she shamelessly exposes. the air smells of salt and the sensation the beach vibe brings is so unfamiliar to her that she’s nearly blinded by the layer she’s placed on herself slowly being peeled off--less practical and more outgoing; less afraid and more willing. these days in the sand will be spent in joy and for the time being she’ll ignore the rest of her complications.

at least that what she tries to do. being unable to swim leaves her at an disadvantage, especially when the tide changes and she’s swept from the shallow waters and into deeper territories. she kicks and thrashes, but within seconds the water grips her entire body and pulls her down. salt water replaces the air in her lungs as panic rushed beneath her skin, her vision grows hazy and soon enough her world goes black.

but fortunately this isn’t where her story ends, pieces of reality slowly coming to her in deep and desperate breathes of air when she feels the safety of sand on her fingertips. her main focus is getting the oxygen she had loss in the process of nearly drowning, so much that she barely notices or understands what julian is saying.