#en:tries

Every once in a while, the saddening, tormenting qualities of reality tend to suddenly creep up and viciously sink its teeth into any optimistic prey. And every once in a while, Sojin will find herself sucked deep into a dark pit of never ending despair, no matter how many times she attempts to make herself smile. No matter how much her mind fills itself with thoughts of how things could always be worse, acting as some sort of faulty defense mechanism against both mental and emotional unhappiness.

Her day begins incredibly dreary, even with the sun shining bright in the cloudless, blue sky. Everything appears to be resting on a color scale of boring monochrome tints. It is a day she would rather not have to deal with at all. If not for the important plans she has planned to begin in the next few hours, she would have stayed in her bed until morning came once more. Still, she barely manages to convince herself to leave the minor comfort of her soft bed sheets to prepare herself for the long day ahead. It all just seems like too much to handle at the time. Thus, once she freshens up and is ready to step out into the world (though not really), her steps are thrice as sluggish as she feels.

It’s nothing that can’t be fixed by a little coffee, she thinks, though an unexpected ominous feeling is her first hint to that being far from the truth. Her second clue she derives from the almost unbelievable moment in which she spills the scalding hot beverage onto the delicate skin of her wrist and the ground as soon as she pays for it. Needless to say, after closely examining the scarlet patch of skin located on her arm, she does not even think twice about purchasing anything else hot. And she knows things will only get worse from that point forward.

Her original destination ends up being closed for reasons she does not even bother to find an answer to. Before she can think about hastily returning back to the warmth and comfort of her own home, her keys decide to take a trip to an unknown area that is not the insides of her pockets. Therefore, even if she were to return home, she had no way of opening the door without damaging anything. As she ponders about her current options, that is when the rain starts. At first, it is simply a drizzle, but then it quickly evolves into a shower of immediate dampness for those without an umbrella. Who would have thought an umbrella was needed for a previously cloudless sky?

Entirely soaked and completely fatigued from the horrible events of the past few hours, Sojin figures that she really only has one place left to go. One place where she can receive the warmth and comfort that she desires—that she needs. It is a long walk to trek through the pouring rain and even longer to endure through the internal pain that forces her to trudge forward reluctantly. Fortunately, eventually she gets there, though her makeup is leaking, her clothes drenched, and she is sure she looks as terrible as she feels. Not that it really matters.

The sudden statement is surprising enough to freeze Sojin completely. Time slowly ticks by as she attempts to understand what she is hearing, as she attempts to form any coherent words to respond. But her thoughts are much too scattered and muddled to properly speak what she wants to say. “I—” Before the sentence can continue, the female settles for merely grinning, a slight flush coloring the skin of her rounded cheeks a scarlet shade. She quietly hopes that her expression is more than enough to suffice for her lack of words, if only for a moment. It isn’t until she remembers the plastic package of assorted stickers in her hands that she finally figures out exactly what she wants to say.

Smiling widely, she reaches out to playfully punch his shoulder, gaze fierce as she stares. “Oh, c’mon! You know some stuff about me. Is this your way of telling me to open up more? I mean, we aren’t complete strangers,” she says, lips forming a small pout. Glancing away, she looks down at the small images pictured under the transparent plastic, searching for one in particular. When her eyes land on a heart-shaped sticker, silver glitter pasted around the edges, she peels it off the paper (after removing the plastic) and stretches out a hand to place it directly in the middle of the male’s forehead. “I like you, too. In fact, I really like you.”

"no," she replies, maybe a little too quickly. "do you?" she retorts back as she looks up at her and away from the red yarn (that she’s starting to loathe). 

how she ended up joining the other to knit a scarf, baffles her because she hates activities like these. she was never a creative student when she was young. if there was one subject she wanted to avoid was home ec. class. cooking was alright, it wasn’t too bad but when it came to sewing and knitting, she hated it. 

"fuck," she hissed as she looked at the knot that had formed around the part she had just knitted. 

                    just how

                                     many

                                                        fucking 

                     times did she have to start over to actually start knitting the scarf?

slowly, and with a barely noticeable glint of amusement, sojin’s eyes roll as she sighs. it would be a lie if she said she had not been expecting that very answer from the other. judging by the constant clink and clack of those thin silver needles together, she knows right away that something is not being done right. and with the apparent lack of patience the other female seems to have with the activity, she also knows that a scarf was not going to appear out of the red, tangled yarn any time soon.

around the fourth time the woman undoes the knots in the yarn to start her creation all over from the beginning, sojin begins to pity her. it was clear that she really did not know how knitting was done correctly. thus, she shuffles closer to her companion and assists her in straightening out the yarn for the fifth time, only flinching slightly when tempered profanity reaches her ears.

“Ah, there they are.” He walked towards the woman for his house keys.

"Thanks. I wouldn’t be able to get into my room without them." He said with a laugh. He looked over his shoulder as the bus passed, frowning.

"And… I missed my ride home. For the next hour at least.." He said with a sigh, pocketing his keys.

With a bright smile on her face, she hands the keys over, feeling thoroughly pleased that she was able to help the male. “Don’t worry about it. You should probably hook those onto something so they don’t get lost again,” she suggests with a barely noticeable shrug of her shoulders. As someone who is nothing but clumsy and forgetful half the time, she knows the consequences of losing important things all too well; the stress, the inability to accurately retrace one’s steps, the self-loathing that comes with a feeling of incompetence.

He takes a seat across from her. “I was just roaming around and it seems I ended up here.” He grins widely.”How was your day, noona?”

As usual, his name is noted as being rather strange…he merely shrugged, his sharp blue eyes being playful as he chuckled, “It’s just a name…a very old name. And, I suppose it does have an interesting story beyond it.”, he grasp on her hand was light, but he did shake respectfully and kept himself rather friendly. Wanda relieved himself of his hood, showing off his combination of red and black locks with blue eyes kind of looking up at her, “Sorry…I might’ve looked a little odd with a hood on at this time of day, huh?”