â Does it really matter at all? â
(sometimes, she feels as if sheâs a shadowâ chasing the sun, racing tirelessly against time, a funny, abstract sort of thing.)
âdâyou think thereâs such thing as fate? dâyou thinkâŠthat maybe, just maybe, everythingâs already laid out ahead of us?â her voice breaches the surface of a languid silence, just loud enough to be heard over the sound of distant traffic and the high-pitched whine of a siren. somewhere, someone has their face pressed against their window, eager to catch a glimpse of something; anything. somewhere, someone is thinking, or not thinking at all. she thinks sheâs somewhere in the grey zone.
are we talking about romance or free will here?
âeugh.â she crinkles her nose. âis there a third choice?â
âlikeâŠdunno, life in general.  the people we meet, the places we goâŠthe choices we make. what if it was all pre-determined?â
it takes her a moment to answer because she wants to savor it, this feeling of understanding that blooms into a smile, the weight lifting from her chest.
somewhere, someone leavesâ
and with the seasons, takes root again.
(she thinks yejin might just be the sun.)