SUNNY DAYS // KSW

O1 - (in)carnations

O1
─ ( IN ) CARNATIONS

CHA JINDEOK was a mystery.
Not an Agatha Christie esque one, though she did love those books immensely, or the plot of an intense crime show.
She reminded him of Sudokus and crosswords, or even jigsaw puzzles - he was horrendous at any of them, just like he was horrendous at reading Jindeok's personality, no matter how much he tried. Yet, she was still far more complex than any of those mind games, so he classified her as a mystery, one not even Sherlock Holmes would be able to solve.
Himself, on the other hand, he liked to classify as a gigantic mess, simple as that. And an idiotic one, for that matter.

They had known each other for five years now, and as the years passed, her complexity grew bigger - while his messiness only got more and more tangled.
Well, Shinwon was unlucky, let's leave it at that. He'd get doors shut on his face, downpours on the only day he didn't leave the house without an umbrella, miserable dates with miserable people, two left feet that loved to trip on each other, and the list went on and on.
Life seemed to smile at Jindeok, though (a lie, and he knew it, but he still liked to believe life treated her better than it did to him, even if just a slight bit), and he wondered how could a mystery be so accepted by life when it wouldn't even accept his own bleak existence.

Deep down (not even that deep) he knew she wasn't as embraced by life as he painted her to be. On many occasions they'd find themselves sprawled over either one's kitchen tables, alcohol bottles all over the table, miserable complaints coming out of their mouths. In fact, life didn't smile at either of them.

Permanent hell, she said one night, through drunken slurs, that's what we seem to be living in, and we're each other's only, lonely company.

At the time, he didn't think too much of it, just the effects of the alcohol on a far too dramatic mind - Jindeok always had a flair for the dramatic -, and just nodded to her words, feeling as if she had just spurred out the meaning of life. He couldn't see all the stars align back then, but they had already started moving.

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N O V E M B E R 1 3, 2 0 1 5

On yet another uneventful day, Shinwon found himself making his way to the coffee shop Jindeok worked at (like the typical quirky, outcast main girl of just about any cliche), without even realising where he was heading to before he spotted her work place down the street he was walking.
He walked slow, with eyes either on the ground or the shops he passed by. One of the shops was a florist, that was having a sale of some sort. In front of the bright pink coloured door, stood an elderly woman holding flowers, varying in colours, shades, sizes and types. Seeing Shinwon walk closer to her, she smiled, to which he simply retrieved a weak raise of one of the corners of his lips; as he was just in front of her, she took a flower out from the bundle and handed it out to him. Raising an eyebrow, he accepted the flower with hesitant fingers, as they wrapped themselves around the stalk, thanking the woman quietly and walking away with fastened steps.