There’s no denying the fact, that these days, the truth was hard to find. So of course, it was becoming more and more common for people to question the truth, for people to disregard it. To not believe it. Especially when it seemed someone had been caught red-handed. “I suppose most of the people I’ve met aren’t quite as understanding as you are.” She smiles small, bends at the knee and begins to pick up the broken mirror scattered across the floor. “and with me being the only one in the room currently, It’s easy to assume.” but she’s glad she hasn’t.      She inhales sharply. Cutting her finger along one of the jagged edges midway through trying to pick it up. She should be more careful, but there’s a sort of urgency to her movements. She doesn’t want her sister walking in on a catastrophe. “We have a cat who likes to push things off of shelves.” she decides it’s probably best to explain. Ignoring the dull throb at the tip of her finger just to gather the last remaining peices. “also doesn’t like mirrors. So you can probably imagine what happened when he came across a mirror on the shelf.”

     For most of her waking hours she is kind hearted and soft spoken. There are some however, when she is not. When it comes to the truth, she can’t understand why people think it’s not so easy to speak it. She thinks it’s the easiest thing in the world. Speak a lie and you’ll only get tangled in your own web, speak the truth and it’ll set you free. “It’s not that difficult, you know.” perhaps it’s the girls tone that makes her snap. Perhaps it’s just the incessant hunger.  Perhaps it’s something more. She sighs, pulls her hair from her face and tries again. “Look, what’s the worst thing that could happen?” this time she sounds like herself. Warm, caring. Ready to help. “Maybe you’ll get yelled at.” she offers as a suggestion “but you’re too valuble for them to do anything else. Just tell them what you told me, it was an accident.”

     Free time was something she once had a lot of, but since leaving obscura, and making the step over into double kill, she’d barely had any free time. She supposes this was what it was supposed to be like. But it was going to take some time to get used to seeing as it had been far too long since her schedules had been this packed.  Glancicng down at the watch strapped to the circumference of her wrist, she checks the time the old fashioned way, despite having her phone in hand. “I’ve got about…” there’a  a pause as she works things out in her head. “twenty, maybe twenty five minutes tops to kill before I have to meet with Nami and ….” she pauses. It feels weird not finishing the sentence with ‘eloise’ but they were a duo now, and she’d have to get used to it. “just Nami.” correcting herself, she pushes a lock of hair behind her ear.      “Why?” curiosity clear in her tone. “Are you okay?” she looks the younger woman over once, twice. She looked okay, not like she was upset or something. She rules that out as a reason. “Did you want to look over the script?” that was a fairly new thing for her to say. It hadn’t been too long since they’d been asked to join the cast of a new upcoming webdrama to air sometime in the month of halloween. Script readings wouldn’t start until next week, but it was always good to be prepared. 

     Willow tends to struggle when food comes into the equation. Mainly because she was always being told she needed to lose weight, yet, could only seem to gain it. The fact that she was greedy, didn’t help things at all, in fact only made matters worse. It’s probably the reason as to why her manager has her on such a strict diet. One solid meal a day. That’s all she got. And even then she wouldn’t consider it a meal, not a proper one anyway. The smoothies she drunk in replacement of other ‘meals’ were just as bad. All green, everything, green. Usually, she loved green, but now that it was being mashed up and she was made to drink it, she had other ideas about it.      Her mouth waters before he’s even finished his sentence. In the moment she hates herself. Gulping she lifts her head and offers the smallest of smiles. “No–” she lies. Her stomach betrays her by rumbling. She laughs nervously, in an attempt to cover it up. But soon all she can think about is slurping up a giant bowl of ramen. “…maybe.” and just like that she changes her mind. Fingers fumbling to clear away her journal, and the various pens she had sprawled out across the desk “Yes, yes I do, but if my manager catches us, I’m blaming it all on you”

     She doesn’t have to look at him twice to know that he is younger than her. If not by his baby face, she would have known from the way he carried himself. Young, inexperienced, he had not faced even a quater of the hardships life had to offer. There was a tough road ahead. Luckily for him, she was going to be there, to help guide him along the way, to steer him away from the edges and down the straight and narrow path headed towards the light. Yes. She’d help him. It was decided, there and then in that split second of him asking.     Her features soften, brow once crinkled smooths out, and a smile spreads across her lips. Wide, wider, widest. Until pearly whites are on display and she’s nodding. Once, twice, three times in a positive affirmation. “Of course you can, I think it fits doesn’t it?” her tone is soft with him, and forever will be. A somewhat paternal air about her. She acts like a mother, but has no children. “you don’t have to be formal either, be relaxed around me, okay?”

     It’s been forever since she’s been inside the double kill practice rooms (six whole years to be precise) and so when she passes them on her way to meet withKwon Byungjo himself ( actually in the flesh, and not just via phone call) to discuss her contract she can’t help but dawdle so much so that she ends up pressing herself against the door to peer inside. Perhaps it’s invasive, but she doesn’t really think about that, not at first anyway, and so she continues to peer in, until her eyes come across a familiar figure. Well.. most figures were familiar, but not in the way that she knew them personally. “June?” Without another thought, she turns the door handle and crosses the distance to her ‘friend’.     Once upon a time, Willow was incredibly jealous of the youngest member of Mellow. Mainly because of the fact that she had been able to debut before Willow, even though she’d trained longer, and in her opinion harder. It’s why she’d left in the first place. It’s kind of strange now that she’s back, but nice at the same time. There’s a sense of familiarity. “Bet it’s weird seeing me here huh?” she greets with a wide smile. It’s only been a few days since the news had spread about Lotus, and so her emotions were all over the place. One moment she was extremley happy, the next, devestated.  She hopes that for junes sake, she can control them at present. “I’ve got a meeting with the CEO” she quips in addition in an attempt to ease the confusion she was sure would wipe across June’s face any moment now.                                                      “You’re lying, right?!”     She shakes her head. Once, twice, three times in slow succession. “A.) you should know by now that I don’t lie and B.) I’m not lying.” a slither of a smile sweeps across the curvature of cherry tinted lips as Willow moves to push a strand of silky hair behind her ear and out of the way. “You heard the news huh… we had some… disagreements and whatever I mean it’s not important, what happens in the past stays in the past right, but you know what? I think things are finally looking up.”  she’s babbling, talking too much because she still doesn’t know how to talk about the subject. Everything was happening so fast. A single glance down to the watch strapped around the circumference of her wrist lets her know she still has thirty minutes to kill before the time her interview was scheduled. She internally praises herself for always being early. “I’ve still got some time to kill… do you want to head down to the cafeteria for a bit? We can share one of those tiny muffins like we used to.”

     There were days that passed by in a flash, and then there were days that dragged on forever. In all honesty, Willow wasn’t a fan of either. Too long, too short. The days that were just right were few and far between. You either had to, get up at the ass crack of dawn and then hit the pillow at dusk, or attend a 30 minute schedule at some stupid time in the middle of the day. Really, there wasn’t an inbetween. Well,not often anyway. “I hate those.” she mumbles, her tone one that was soaked with empathy. She really could understand and share the feelings of the younger woman, because she’d been in that position many times herself. “But hey… you know it’s only what–” A pause. A glance down at her wrist. “three fifteen.” and she was sure, that if Xia was already complaining about a long day, the rest of the day was only going to be worse.     Clearing her throat, Willow peels her gaze away from the young woman and instead looks around the busy hall for her manager. Though, not spotting them, she turns back to Xia and offers a small smile. “Why don’t you step outside with me for a moment.. there’s a balcony just down the hall and off to the left. The door isn’t locked, just jammed… if you wiggle it in the right way it’ll slide right open. I used to go out for a breather during my trainee days all the time. C’mon, I’lll show you the spot, I’m sure your manager won’t be around for at least another ten minutes, and even when they do get back, they wouldn’t spot you straight away in this stupid corridor. “ and so she offers a hand, her smile ever present. “what d’ya say?”