Picturing You » Kim Taehyung

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Starting all over felt like a dream, one she could remember completely; she went from one room to another one and one day she realized it was still the same. It was still the same because there she was, with the same lights and breezes surrounding her. Its when she realized that life always makes her come back to the same point; wondering about where she would end up at. However, she still could not keep herself from going on another one of her special night walks around the apartment complex to help her forget a little bit about daily life and its monotony.

Aware of the countless and constant risks that her habit could bring at any moment, there was not one sunday night she would let pass without going out with herself. It had become some sort of ritual she could not imagine not completing. And there she was, listening to the same song from last summer, turning her back to the buildings surrounding her as she grew impatient with herself. Were was she going now? –was the question that caused her urge to walk faster. Mainly because she knew she would not come back to the apartment if she was heading out at that hour, but also because she had not realized until then that she had absolutely nowhere to go. Yet she decided to let go of the breath caught in the depths of her throat and all thoughts that could have wandered through her mind as her feet lead her to her meet with nostalgia. She had not felt such thing for the past six months and she felt herself changing again, not sure if it was for good, but there was nothing to do about it. We all need to change.

The breeze congested the interiors of her body filling them with fresh air, which combined with the gentle swaying of the leaves in the trees made her feel the essence of life in nature. The shadowy figures of the night who moved their tracks across the pavement created the best possible contrast between their boldness and the lights lit in the distance; out of focus and blurry.

The difference between day and night was noticeable in more aspects than the most obvious ones: at night the atmosphere was lighter, more welcoming. On the other hand, on the day everything looked very distant and insipid – she thought – or maybe it was the habit of letting her soul be filled with the cold beauty of the night. Of the moonlight.

The figure of a cat walking through the corridor of one of the closest plants caught her attention outside the magnificent landscape that the small balcony that connected the third building with the fourth had given her, and her curious sight followed the feline in its nocturnal adventure . Her attention got caught when she saw it stop in it's tracks and walk to some place that did not seem to be it's initial destination. Intrigued by the cat's trip and it's remarkable hurry to get where it wanted to go with that unusual behaviour, she released her hand's hold on the railing and set her feet in motion to where it seemed to be the same direction the animal was heading, which then looked even more anxious than before.

As it descended the stairs, the cat seemed to notice the stranger's presence and adapted it's pace to a slower, more alert one. It continued its march then with more caution and so did she, chasing the trail of the cat as if it were a game, as if someone had told her she had to do it.

She did not have time to stop to ask herself if she was aware of what she was doing - even though her mind would not have any valid answer to that question, and she particularly did not really care - when she found herself walking towards the tunnel that lead to the parking lot of the urbanization, chasing the cat that still walked in a hurry in front of her before she saw it cross to the end of the corridor.

It was not until she stopped there, alone in between the walls of the hallway that connected to the tunnel, that she realized the great idiocy she was doing, although she was already doing it. What had made her doubt wheter to continue or not was not that, anyways, but the horrible sensation of terror accompanied by chills that came with the breeze from the end of the corridor, where she had seen the cat for the last time before it crossed and dissapeared. She did not wanted to be there. Maybe that was the reason why she felt a pessure behind her, almost like a presence. And maybe she should have left.