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❝Stealthy, my foot.❞
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SOORA THOUGHT SHE'D FREEZE TO DEATH.
"What time is it?" She mumbles under her breath, her voice barely a whisper yet somehow audbile to Yoona, shaky and causing the air around her to puff up like a cloud of steam. Her eyes scan the ground as she walks over it each step, staring at the little tufts of defiant grass and weeds that grow through the small jagged cracks in the asphalt, jade lines all twisted and swirled in odd angles as they creep out their caves of— perpetual darkness, slicing through the rocky, earthern barrier that separates them from the sunlight above. There are a few flowers sprinkled here and there as well, by the borders of the road, yellow and orange little things that resembled miniscule sunflowers, along with small dandelion-looking ones.
It's quiet, except for the sounds of their soft, ragged panting and the chattering of teeth against teeth, accompanied by the sounds of their feet padding against the rocks, sharp crunches infiltrating what would've been dead silence. It's dark, too, the only source of light being the dying lampposts that appear after every few metres, useless old things that have their unattractive green paint chipping and collecting by the dirt.
"12:42," Yoona mutters, shivering slightly as she rubs her forearms that are covered in goosebumps. "Why," she says through gritted teeth. "Is it so damn cold?"
Soora rolls her eyes. "It's December, idiot." She tries to sound as if the cold wasn't affecting her, but fails, a little shiver and stutter of breath as she speaks giving her away.
They stay quiet for a while, continuing to walk, drowning and succumbing to the sounds of the buzzing cicadas and crickets around them, the faint hooting of owls and the soft breaths of the wind coming from a distance calming and soothing.
Suddenly, Yoona groans. "Oh god, no."
Soora turns her head to look at her sister. "What's wrong?"
Her voice is all cracky, tired and oozing exasperation when she speaks. "You see, I'm exhausted. Dead tired. To the bone and veins. But like, you know when you're so damn tired that when you lie down, all you can think of is how you're so tired and then you just can't sleep? And you're just, so tired? But then you can't sleep, because-"
Soora interrupts her rambling. "Yeah, I get it. I'm not that tired though. Honestly, all this excitement is making me all jittery and up and awake. Besides, unlike you, I slepped in the afternoon."
