#yasuigen1

even through his sighing and eye-rolling, ena could tell that he was kind. maybe he felt bad for her, or maybe he wanted her “money”... either way, ena got the feeling he might end up being useful to her.

in the city of a thousand leaves, no one ever leaves. but she did.

her clothes wouldn’t arrive until tomorrow, so ena certainly wasn’t that comfortable - but as she lay on top of the unfamiliar duvet she felt the fatigue finally catch up to her, her mind lulling herself to sleep with ideas of how good her life was going to be now...

(how good it would have to be now, to justify coming out here all alone.)

she always had a problem with saying anything that popped into her brain. 

she wouldn’t say so out loud, but hearing the voice of her cousin was comforting. she was very far from home, after all.

ena watched as the sunset glinted off of the hundreds of windows reaching all the way up to the sky, and she imagined that in one of those buildings, behind one of those windows, there was something waiting for her.

that would make it all - the dingy bedroom, the sparking utility box, the chatty roommate she keeps pissing off - completely worth it. 

what did that make her? 

not good, surely - nothing could ever make her good.