reminiscent

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IT WAS MONDAY. An exhausting Monday to be exact.

Minji flaccidly dragged her foot in force to the convenient store she's working at. Her leg wasn't getting any better, and so her wounds. She didn't even wanted to think about it. Well, just follow the flow. And so she thought.

It was quarter to seven in the morning, made her barely had enough time to go to the store with her current physical situation. Had her first shift at seven, Minji was somehow regretting her decision waking up late today.

She dug her totebag, searching for the bread she bought yesterday. Took a small piece, it was enough for her to cover her whole breakfast before taking probably some expired onigiri at the store later.

"Seonho-ya!" she put up a small smile seeing the younger went out of the store, ready to go back to his home.
"It's my shift," there's not even a person at the store, and the place looked as clean as ever.

"I already mopped and threw the garbage away," he said, grinning.

Knowing exactly what Minji would response, he quickly distanced himself from her, before bidding a small goodbye, "I have class this morning, have fun working!"

That girl shook her head while curving up a little smile. That kid.

She began her shift, checking stocks, replacing expired foods, as fast as she can before the school starts. It was a store near the art school, which the students were allowed to go everytime they wanted to.

It was usually busy, though. She recalled a few years back when she was a student in that school, the school's snack bar wasn't that interesting, as that was a strong reason the school paid the store to be in a cooperation together.

That was honestly worthy working there, the staffs got free treatment from the school's infirmary, and got free foods from the cafeteria too.

Minji quietly compiled all of those old foods in one basket, hiding it behind the counter. The foods might be out of dated, but they tasted the same as the new one, or probably it was just her tongue.

She took some minutes excusing herself to the toilet. For seconds, she took a deep look on herself upon the reflection of the mirror she's cleaning at the moment. It wasn't the same like the girl she had in her imagination when she was young.

It was . . .
Far too different.

Not any close—
Not near any of her expectations. She wasn't in her dream college, she wasn't having a big circle of friends.

It was still the same. Horrible.
Same face. Same appearance. Same mood.

And it was the same feeling. The strong feeling that conquer herself the most. She wanted to disappear. For once she wished she didn't even being born.

Minji always had this in her mind. How and why was she still survived up until this moment. Like, what was the reason to keep on living? There was clearly nothing filling her high expectations to be a decent human. And it's weird for her to continue hoping and hoping again.

Because it was pointless.

Rolling up the sleeves, some fresh few cuts were scrabbling around her arm.

Scars.

The scar that didn't do anything but left a terrify feeling inside her fragile soul.