hello, goodbye —
( ' she's an early riser by nature, even on days when she doesn't need to be. at six, she sips her tea and waters her wilting marigolds. at seven, she's out the door. it's luxury she can no longer have, working late nights and odd hours. her persistent insomnia is both a blessing and a curse, and she wakes up fitfully to the first glow of the morning sun at six am. gingerly, she throws a furtive glance from the frame of the door, relieved to find the hallway empty. few people are out by this hour, and she's given the luxury of taking the elevator. ' )Â
( ' not so. something moves by the bend and on an instinct, she looks up. it's the boy who lives across from her, tall and sleepy-eyed. their lives, till now, have always slid seamlessly parallel to each other. perhaps with some orchestration on her part. when she hears his door slide open, she takes the stairs. it's only a flicker of a moment that she looks at him, but the moment is enough. on an inhale, she's kim jongin. exhale, and she's mizuhara kiko again. her head spins, and she is momentarily confused that she is six inches shorter than she should be. purposely, she hits the button that closes the door. twice, for good measure. ' )
