#seulchi

      This wasn’t meant to happen. He wasn’t meant to come back. Not now. Not when she decided to move on on her own, with the remaining bit of self-control, with the familiar solitude, hiding herself under the mask of hostility. The sudden voice, always warm and soft caused Seulgi’s fingers to curl on the side of her shirt. He was the one to leave, without any trace, without a word, not even explaining anything to her. Leon left a scar on her skin, drew a history in her heart and left. Sometimes she truly thought it’d be much easier if she’d pushed him away before. Seulgi should have seen it coming. Another one. Another to grow bored or irritated, perhaps searching for something much more entertaining than her. But she’d remained proud, never kneeling down under the weight of just-discovered emotions. She swallowed down, fighting with a feeling of boiling anger, the mixture of carelesness and irritation and hurt, everything at once. Too many feelings at once. Not even bothering to look at him, she remained silent, pulling a sweater over her head before she spoke up, muttering shortly.

"Leave."

✁—Like a ghost he felt her hands on him when he was gone. In Scotland, she was on his mind the most. And before the coma came and he was claimed to have retrograde amnesia--he pondered if she had forgotten him by then ( because he convinced himself it was for the better that she should move on ). She needed someone more mortal than he could ever be ( hadn't he sworn to protect her, too ? pathetic ). And he had handled the storm so well with careful, cautious hands. When he was being trembling beneath death's touch he thought it would be the last time he'd see her. And so far he has hurt every loved one since the amnesia. Leon does not know what makes of the memories, lately they've appeared often. Wasn't that a label for progress ? What he cannot remember was the way his heart would hammer against his ribs, or how her velvet lips would feel against his. He cannot recall the way their limbs would tangle together underneath linen sheets, or how her locks would tickle at the tip of his nose whenever they hugged. And there he stood with his arms at his sides, trying to explain something he could not grasp himself. It was too complicated. And no--it was not her pity that he desired, but the explanation as to why she was the one he was seeing when he stared at the stars. "You must know why," his jaw clenched and his stormy irises glossed over, "All I remember is that you're Aurae."

"And here I thought I was the only one— "

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Tapping lightly on her lower lip, she sent the girl a challenging stare before humming. “I probably valued you too much before… maybe it’s not this wonderful to own you.” WIth a grin, she tilted her head to the side, taking a step to the back.