#hypnotiscd.

                                     IN  TIMES  OF  NEEDED  ESCAPISM  ,  you’ll  find  the  hollow  girl  here  :   seated  cross  -  legged  ,  carving  her  name  into  the  age  -  old  wood  with  a  switchblade  until  it’s  so  deeply  embedded  that  nobody  could  ever  forget  her .  she  liked  masons  pond  ,  the  story  behind  it .  how  something  so  serene  could  come  from  something  so  destructive   ——   if  only  noeul  could  believe  in  such  idealisms  ,  but  there  was  no  peace  for  a  hungry  world  destined  to  devour   ,  to  digest  slowly  piece  by  piece  as  the  world  grew  so  incredibly  small .  the  faces  of  those  around  her  were  simply  painted  masks  that  watched  too  closely  ,  burning  holes  along  her  spine  whenever  noeul  gwon  found  another  reason  to  turn  away   ——    to  slice  away  at  everything  until  only  herself  remained  in  the  center  of  such  tragedy .   (   it  was  always  a  necessary  sacrifice  ,  wasn’t  it ?  )  she’s  in  the  process  of  leaving  when  the  two  paths  interlock  -  a  path  once  familiar  ,  but  now  entirely  strange  ,  and  a  face  associated  with  moments  of  deep  laughter  &   knowing  smiles  shared  across  a  room  that  now  causes  her  to  pause  in  her  steps .   ❛   hello .  ❜    her  voice  sounds  cold   —   colder  than  intended .  but  for  noeul  ,  this  was  the  way  it  had  to  be  for  two  people  with  separate  opinions  ,  separate  factions  ,  separate  worlds .  if  she  was  in  the  comfort  of  her  own  solace  ,  this  would  be  the  time  she  wrung  her  hands  together  to  ease  the  tension  she  feels  in  her  chest   ——   that  was  a  sign  of  nerves  ,  however  ,  and  noeul  gwon  was  not  a  nervous  girl .  she  did  not  bare  her  weaknesses  for  all  to  see  like  a  flashing  billboard  that  read   :  STRIKE  ME  HERE  ,  WHERE  I’M  HUMAN .  no  ,  that  won’t  do .   shoulders  square  with  a  defiance  she  wears  too  well  ,  hands  shoved  into  pockets  ,  guard  drawn .   ❛   how’s  —  uh  ,  faction  one  life  treating  you  then ?   ❜  

⠀ ❝ hey ... i hope i didn't disturb you . ❞ the usual inviting silence that followed ruby their entire life became uncomfortable , weight shifting from leg to leg as eyes trailed after nadia entering the home . after closing the front door , ruby awkwardly shifts towards the middle of the living room where many boxes , big and small , covered the floor . her hands rubbed nervously along the sweats worn as their throat became dry . all she could do was shrug , tucking her hands into her pocket .