"Senses are distorted and the borderline of reality is unclear."
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reality
She was right.
He didn't know her name.
At that moment, it'd felt like all the emptiness, the curiosity, even the weather: everything had paused. With red stains prettily decorating her shirt, purple-bruised legs and wrists, she just blinked, staring like she just had see a ghost land unexpectedly in front of her, like her heart had been quenched of all of it's life (if that was even more possible than it already was) to feed herself to the curiosity that the mystical being brought with him.
Yes, it was more than enough that this person actually knew who Bohee was, that Mieun's body existed. Yet, how that should have seemed like it was enough, it really wasn't. He didn't know her, Mieun's personality-- he knew the egotistical fragment of her concious. I'm probably hurting Bohee's pride right now...He didn't know her for who she was, he just knew her for how she appeared. But why do I feel so hurt?
Mieun took this moment to admire the fellow student propped up against the clear glass window pane of the roof top door, black cracks in the teal-paint in which looked like chocolate chips, somehow feeding the unsettling appetite that feasted within Mieun's stomach as a growl.
Before her, reclined a rather skinny boy for his age, thin, wispy locks of mint-coloured hair framing his oval face, thick tufts falling just above his small, upward-slanted eyes. He had orbs that whirled with multiple shades of burnt brown confetti as well as sparse eyelashes in spider-like lengths that came into sight when he blinked. A faint blush of dusty rose tainted his pale cheeks. It was then that she noticed the boy had freckles delightfully placed on the centre of his cheeks and nose.
She wondered how she could of never noticed this boy before.
Snapping Mieun back out of her slight daze, Yoongi continued, "You're looking at me like I've said something wrong. Why, Is that not you? Do you...possibly have a twin?" His hopeful aura suddenly calmed as he realised the staring girl wasn't going to give a reply to his query any time soon. "Ah, don't be thinking about jumping off that near ledge right there," He told her, rotating his head to the side as he looked at the ledge, rain trickling in little puddles. "Don't think you can do it when I go either because I won't let you. I'll stay here, with you, until you give up first. I won't be the one to do that Missy."
A less brighter smile adorned Yoongi's face for the first time in their brief meeting, an unintended question slipping from Mieun's mouth, "But why? You don't even know me or who I am, why do you care so much, why are you here, why are you trying? It's useless, you do realise that." She asked, pulling back the wet strands of hair out of her face and rolling her sleeves up, the wind biting at her bare arms and legs.
Yoongi simply turned his head away from Mieun, a tired sigh softly sounding around them both. "It's just-- I know what you feel like. You want someone to care and you want someone to try and understand. Don't get it confused, I'm only trying to help. In the end you just end up pushing them further away without noticing it. But me? I'm not falling for that." He had avoided the question completely, cheeks still blush from the wind aggressively hitting his face.
He shuffled a bit, standing up and looking down at Mieun who sat there looking like a lost cause. He reached his hand down and smiled mellowly, eyes turning Into siblings of the moon that shone on them both in this particular night. The wind had stopped and the thunder soon passed, leaving nothing but a quiet stream of their breaths that confirmed to them both that they were living, living in a moment we're the earth seemed at peace but where their hearts were at war as if it was a constant battle of unspoken morals. The silence spoke many things that neither of them had to say for it to be as clear as daylight, more seconds ticking by as they just looked at each other and blinked.
