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Every night, at 23:11, he walks in with poise, clad in all black as if dressed for someone's funeral; he buys two bottles of bleach and leaves without saying a word. His presence is cold, and his eyes are lost in t...
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January 10th 2019, Tuesday 21:45
DAY TEN
The light pounding on her head eventually grows into a full blown migraine as she urges herself to open her eyes. Squinting tightly at the anguish dissolving in her veins, Deiji puts up a fight with her courage and gradually sits upright in the bed she was sleeping in. Her hand flies immediately to the temples of her head, massaging them in a soothing way to calm the ache dispersing just on about. She yelps softly, kicking her feet off the mattress to let them stay hanging off the bed; in a moment of silence she opens her eyes with swift and slow movement.
She was in her and San's room; the one located upstairs. Lights were turned down low and were dimmed, Deiji squeaks before making her way out of the room to the fully lit hallway leading downstairs. She climbs down the stairs, noticing the flair of her clothes ruffling with the unknown wind blowing in. Only a dress shirt covered her body, flowing down till her mid thighs, exposing most of her skin. She hops off the last step and makes her way into the living room. Wafts curry fills up the room, followed by a sizzling sound coming from the kitchen adjoining the living room. She counts her step to the kitchen. With much caution and dread, she's standing by the doorway leading inside the kitchen.
Her breath is caught in her throat, finding Seonghwa's classic pink hair flashing under the light with his back facing her. Upon her keen observation, Seonghwa stood there in front of the counter adorned in San's loungewear. A grey long cardigan flowed down till his calves.
There's a nick in time, and he glances to his side; meeting his corner of eye with Deiji watching him with an unknown intent.
"You're up." He smiles, turning around to reveal stains on his shirt. "Are you feeling fine, now?"
His question is unheard by her, instead she asks him, "how — what happened?"
"You passed out yesterday," he explains, leaning his back against the counter, holding a knife in his hand. Seemingly, since he was cutting up vegetables. "Last night, when we came here in the hopes to find San. You blacked out for a moment and the next thing you knew, you fainted falling onto the table."
Somehow, Deiji's gullible mind believes every word he says. She shrugs and crosses her arms over her chest.
"Weird..." she trails, brushing her fingers on her forehead, sensing a rough patch sitting adhered to her skin. "Oh, did I hurt myself when I fell?"
"Hmhm." He hums, "you did. I should probably check up on that. Might need new dressing."
Keeping the knife back in its place, he steps towards her, with a warm and subtle smile stretched on his lips. Reaching out to press his fingers on the bandage covering half of her brow bone and side of her forehead, he murmurs something incoherent. He picks at its one end, ripping it off her skin with gradual and swift pulls. Deiji audibly winces at the pain striking down the side of her face, holding onto Seonghwa's hand which pulled off the remaining bandage.
