𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 '✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ 花 : ᵎᵎ
❝𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖼𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾❞
🏹 ⋮ one text led to another, and another
until long-lasting conversations were
held betwee...
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🏹 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾 ── 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖𝟔
-ˋˏ Saturday, 20th August 2021, 4.50pm ˎˊ˗
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"Yeah. I'm just outside the door now—"
Park Jiyeon spoke in a haste as she rested her phone between her ear and the pad of her shoulder, her thumping footsteps echoing throughout the house while running down the ligneous stairs as she juggled her things into her purse, her irises wavering around for the house keys.
As she hurried down the stairs, the warm evening sunlight poured through the windows, casting a golden glow that rippled across her path. The aureate rays painted the ivory walls with hues of amber and bathed the room in a serene, ethereal lustre as her eclipsed shadow followed behind the brunette in her hastened track.
Slipping into her shoes at the doorway, she grabbed the keys from the console table next to her, finally having a free hand to grab her phone in between her fingers, while pulling the door wide.
Just then, it felt as if autumn's breath had feebly escaped from its trap as it rushed through the doorway of the house. The breeze whipped the wisps of her ebony tendrils over her shoulder as she adjusted her shoe with her opposite fingertips, her figure leaning against the side for support.
The firmament began to morph into a gentle resonance of amethyst, harmonizing with a variance of sapphire blue, as the season's fingertips weaved through the flush-pink hued leaves that hung on the boughs of every tree that aligned the perimeter of her housing estate.
As her physique embraced the autumnal weather, a visible breath escaped her lips, creating a delicate mist in the crisp ether, as it fondled with her own rosy cheeks. It pirouetted and dissipated, like a fleeting wisp of fog, carrying the freshness and vitality of the season.
