ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โโโโ calloused fingers, cuts in the palms that fought to discover which was deeper than the other, remnants of stones occupying the spaces under the nails and giving a different color for each of them. amulets were much more than just symbols stuck in bright stones that shone as touched by sunlightย ; the meanings behind each of its stories filled the books that eunji always carried in her backpack and filled all the space of her mind that could be t u r b u l e n t if long without an occupation. fortunately she had her own world to lean on, and this one had never disappointed her in any way. the silence that occupied the shelves of the shop was characteristic --- something that soothed the brunette and brought peace enough for her to do a good job with what she had in her hands and the mantras she recited to be able to bring the stones worth more than only symbolicย ; her belief went far beyond what superstition commanded.
ย ย ย ย ย despite the silence being her number one ally, that particular night wasnโt waiting for it to be her only companion. giving up the task of the night, walked to the back of the shop where an angel had fallen asleep on the two-seater couch and eunji was more than accustomed to that scene as part of her routine. no matter how many herbs that aided in improving sleep she gave to minjwa, the other a l w a y s seemed to carry a long history of sleepless nights & insomnia. she knew that part of the insistence came from how much she charged herself of her own work, but she couldnโt help herself if not think it was flipped out. pulling the computer out of the otherโs lap, with a soft touch pulled the strands of hair away from minjwaโs face. the feeling of seeing her beneath a veil of calmness was enough to send eunjiโs own heart home --- here her job was done. โ i'm beginning to think you'd rather sleep on this couch than in your own bed.ย โย ใ @minjwa ใ
