Motorcycle Nights ✓

11| amicable

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11

amicable

(pleasant, friendly and cordial relationship
with each other.)

27th October, 2021

LEE SI WOO was staring at her ceiling, trying her best to fall asleep. The age old ceiling fan rotated at it's lowest level, humming disturbingly. The yellow floral blanket was stretched on her horizontal frame. Moonlight peeped through the glass window,the glimmering light managing to create patterns on her blanket.

Si Woo tossed and turned, the loneliness grasping her. She envied those who could sleep as soon as they closed their eyes. No matter how tired she was, sleep was like that friend from school who rarely interacted.

She tried to count sheep in her head, losing interest when she reached a the landmark of two hundred. Her stomach was asking for food. It was not that she was actually hungry but a craving for something savory was building up inside her.

She brushed her palms against the pimples that had popped out on her forehead,weeks back. There were not ready to be picked upon. Everything seemed irritating. Her body was lightly sweaty and she kicked away the blanket off it.

She hissed in annoyance as a mosquito sang near her ears. Throwing her hands around, she tried to kill it but all her attempts ended up as a failure. Mosquitoes of the twenty first century had adapted fast to technology. If one thought that they would be able to get them with mosquito repellent, they were wrong. Funny thing is they weren't even scared of it.

"Fuck it." she cursed under her breath. She sat up straight and rubbed her eyes. She needed to find the mosquito racket which was probably lying somewhere in her room. That was the fastest way to ensure that they were gone. A badminton match with silly local mosquitoes didn't sound bad to her.

After rummaging through her cupboard for a few minutes, she finally got it. It was buried under clothes that were either discarded or didn't fit her anymore. She could see that most of the items she had in her room were of no use to her. Maybe donating them to charities could help.

Tying her hair into a neat ponytail, she declared war on the singing vectors. Si Woo's body moved in sync with the lyrics of a random pop song playing in her head, her racket giving electric shocks to her enemies. She went on moving from one corner to the other until she was sure that there was not a single one left in her room.

Taking off her slippers, she walked towards the table to quench her sudden thirst. She poured the water on her dry tongue and looked around. The jar of salty biscuits caught her attention. Opening the lid, she nibbled on a few crackers.

Few memories of her mother telling her about her father's death surfaced in her mind. She stood silently, thinking about it. It was something she had not been anticipating at all. To think that he died so dreadfully, made her upset. She had stayed in the dark for too long.

When Si Woo had shown her powers to her alcoholic mother who had been consumed by the grief of her husband's death, she was bound to be the witness of her mother fainting. She was really not ready to go through another stage of grief again.

It was just a small withered flower. The way it bloomed back to health amazed her. She felt as if she was a part of Disney. Her mother begged to differ. Without explaining to her that it was related to her getting sudden rashes, she made her promise that she wouldn't try to do it again.

Well, that's one old promise she had been breaking for almost two decades. With the passage of time, she had calculated how much she had to pay with her health for such acts.