#fcxyoona

The paper just start to began her journey...

It's already the third day she was stayed in the campus. Things somehow did get well, eventhough Yooara still being a miss awkward, considering the last time she was going outside from her residence. But still, her main mission in here beside learning her abilities more, is she want to get a good relationship.

It started...

She's now in the memorial garden that inside the campus. However, the garden is suit her. Just like her name, her memories slowly recover as she's sit in the bench with her acoustic guitar. The land sometime shaking slowly into paper, and vice versa. And now her mind is filled out with her past

Peaceful...

Laugh...

And then, the moment that making her kill people pass in her mind. Hold her guitar's neck tightly, her tears started to fall down. She really doesn't mean to kill people. Thanks to her 'Yangire' side, she have to isolated herself from outside world, making her mental really sick.

once, her father told her literature connects the world. he spoke of words like they were stories and worlds within themselves, a light heart for heavy subjects, a truth among a world of lies; the salvation of mankind. his voice imprints and tattoos along her veins, supporting the heavy weight of stacks of novels she places onto them, their bindings resting against years of preparation. she was made to thumb over fainted ink on worn paper. 

at twenty-one years old, kim yerim had become accustomed to those around her saying that there was life outside of reading between the lines of size ten font. what they didn’t understand, however, was that she was constantly traveling between worlds, accompanying the brave, tired, sad, evil, and beautiful through their adventures. 

her voice hummed and vibrated against the cover page of a hardback novel, a smile creeping it’s way onto her lips. it's almost like a game for her, picking a book a day to submerge herself in, and she was always sure to pick something outside of the curriculum she was teaching. she had always preferred to tackle one world at a time, allowing herself the hours in between to soak in a bath of metaphors and morals before drawing new waters with a different cracked spine. 

like everything she does in life, yerim feels the inclination to include yoona, because yerim without yoona is simply absurd-- unheard of, even. with the new book tucked under her arm and her usual pep to her step, the girl makes her way to her best friend's room, cutting every corner and breathing every 'excuse me' to those occupying any space between her room to her end destination until, finally:

three knocks, a four second pause, and one more knock. some things from childhood never changed. 

do you want french to eng translation or

JUST submit it to me or smth c: i make no promises tho