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michi never took the train often.
but when she did, she enjoyed it. she liked watching the people come in and out. liked hearing the person over the intercom announce the next station. she enjoyed even the simple things while she still had time to enjoy them.
she worried about if what she was had changed into was appropriate for their first "meeting" – one of her mom's oversized tee shirts, knee socks, and adidas slip-on sandals; didn't have on any shorts under it. maybe that was her mistake.
she had her hair pulled up again, didn't think she was gonna be too fond of letting him see her scar. he would probably get mad, that's what she predicted. mad at her all over again for trying to kill herself.
she still wished she was dead.
but despite those darker thoughts, she was just happy someone cared. unlike her mother who hadn't called her ever since leaving. she tried not to think about her. it was hard.
she took out her phone from small tote bag, saw that she had no text messages or calls; she was supposed to have texted jeongguk way earlier so they could count. hell, she hadn't even started counting yet.
but it was better late than never.
michi: start counting.
dead boy: ok
the lady over the intercom announced the next stop-- a transfer to be more exact, as the stop they were coming up to would have to be the stop she and many others would have to transfer from. from train to train. to seoul.
michi had never remembered ever having to transfer trains. she figured that maybe there was something going on with this train, the usual train that was a straight shot from the outskirts to seoul. oh well.
she had a little more time left on the train before the next stop, before her transfer. so she laid her head back on the seat, closed her eyes and exhaled.
she began counting.
