Ā Ā ć¼ Thereās a small spot in the local park where Sehun seeks comfort from, a panel of spring fallen leaves swarming the ground. It reminds him alot of childhood, of days where three would spend the summer mornings in the heart of the forest preserve nearby home, of laughter and bicycles and his fatherās loud hollers for Sehun to get away from the body of water (though he never really did). Terrible, how horrible; the fate of those left behind by dearly beloved, those taken away too early, too soon.
Chest heaving, lungs pounding, breathing ragged; but he wants more. Perhaps a couple of miles more or maybe just one or two rounds, who knows how long heāll last this morning especially not with the whole pack heās smoked the day prior. Fists closed, a tight grip on nothing in particular as he tightens the ear buds fitted snugly against his lobe. Music blaring to shut off unwanted affairs though that doesnāt stop him from occasionally stopping when he ought to, helping a few here and there along the way.
A hand hastily wiping away beads of sweat trailing down his temple, he makes his way towards the direction of where he remembers his mom and dad always stayed to watch the sunset. Wistfully pulling the earphones off his ears, the very same time he hears the other speak.
āTechnically, you arenāt since Iām here.ā He jokes with the stranger, gaze set to the side to where the stranger stood. āLost? I donāt know about giving directions but I wouldnāt mind being a listener this morning.āĀ
Hanaās speaking nonsense, usually comes out when speaking words softly to herself when the frustration builds up. Her mind drifts to one direction, then another. Wondering and wondering what could have been fixed or itās her thoughts painting a visual of what she didnāt really need to see whenever she blinks. She walked, didnāt have an exact plan of where to go but she wanted to temporarily disappear from where sheās normally used to be around.Ā
One word after another, sentences emitting out. Basking into the warmth of the springtime air that wanders around the area. Fingers brushing along the nape of her neck to ease the stress that most likely looked evident across her features. The way the corners of her lips would curl into a small frown and her steps moving into a straight line. Back, forth then back around again.Ā
It startled her, when she hears another voice grasp onto her conscious. Her head inclines towards his direction and she examines his side profile until he looks towards her direction. āOh-- shit.ā Mumbling underneath her breath, concealing the nervousness with a crack of laughter seeping through her mouth. Her hand rises, fingers curled against her palm with her index finger sticking out. A stern expression spreading, eyes slightly narrowed towards the strangers direction. Speaking about how she felt, wasnāt easy and she prefer to not vent it out loud. Especially to someone she doesnāt know either.Ā
āYou. Lets play a game.ā Hand dropping to her side once again, coiled around her waist while adding on. Hana didnāt realize anyone was listening to her, even acknowledge her presence either. āItās called, āwhatever I said, ignore it because its nothinā,ā game.ā
