𝓣𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓪
@wangs04
Unspoken tales. Vivid imaginations kept within the confines of her own mind. Budding realizations hidden beneath her rib cage. Everything has been kept in silence. It is better this way.
Because in silence, Haebitna is free. There were no restrictions. No awkwardness. She is free and able to look at the back of his head and stare for a while, admiring how his warmth radiates even from a distance, how his figure had somehow brought familiarity to the lady. She would always take a good look, sometimes a minute or so. And when he turns around she’d sink into his sweet smile. And she is free to smile back, to giggle or to laugh. She is free to look at him in the eye - to try and read his mind and think of her own maybe’s and what if’s. And she keeps them in a jar of her self-made scenery where there were just Haneul and Haebitna. Her own third space.
A third space that becomes an imagined reality in their togetherness. It was a bond she is grateful yet at times wary of. Yet all apprehensions seem to dim every time she spends time with him. Perhaps, it was enough. For now.
It was enough to hear him call her as soon as he has seen her, his soft voice uttering her name. It was enough to see him respond as she endearingly calls back for him, a cheerful ‘Haneul oppa’ passing on her cherry-tinted lips. It was enough that she can speak freely of her daily stories, specifically of how she had humiliated herself on her last class this day by memorizing a different song, and it was enough to hear his soft chuckle upon her candidness, which he then followed by a pat on her shoulders as he tries to comfort her, like he always did.
"So, what have you done today, Haneul oppa? It isn’t fair that I am the only one who gets laughed at. Tell me something interesting!”
Her hands curled onto his left arm, her innocent skinship to her close relations surfacing yet again. Haebitna looked at him with expectant eyes. She waits for him to speak, to share a story of his day to her, to talk about himself as though knowing them would somehow make her feel that she was with him all along. And maybe it was enough.
