"the unlikeliness of our situation is laughable."
in which a beautiful blind boy dreads his eighteenth birthday because he is doomed not to see the name of his soulmate upon its appearance, and an avid nonbeliever in love falls in love.
just another...
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09.07.17
san's at school, when the memory hits him.
his earphones are on full volume with the hopes of drowning out the rest of the world, but it's still not enough. so he's hiding out in the bathroom, longing for solitude, skipping class.
preoccupied with mixed feelings about his birthday tomorrow, it's no wonder stress is ripping him apart. sadness, even. he keeps telling himself he's not going to cry. but it's all so much- the prospect of being alone, on his eighteenth. no family.
when he gets like this - so deep in his own mind he can hardly breathe - he's prone to lashing out, or latching on to any emotion he's feeling and converting it to something else. then letting it explode, regardless of the casualties. he's alone. and just so no one else will leave, he'd like to keep it that way.
not realizing he's been chewing on his lip restlessly, he's caught off guard when he glimpses his reflection in the mirror, looking up from his stance against the basin. there's blood on his mouth.
the unexpected image causes his practiced deep breaths to stop, the air hitching in his throat, trapped there. even the music in his ears seems far away, as if he's underwater. trembling, he shuts his eyes tightly, unwilling taking a deep dive down memory lane.
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"did you get in a fight again, sannie?" his sister asked chidingly, after her delicate hand cupping the side of his face made him wince a little.
he placed his hand over hers, guiding it down gently and holding it in his own. "it's nothing, eun." he assured her, smiling softly.
the girl pouted at the lie, able to detect it despite her young age. her glimmering blue eyes stared at him unseeingly, brimming with youthful innocence and demanding the truth.
sighing, newly turned thirteen-year old san squeezed the hand tighter, bubbling with anger at the recollection of what had happened. "they were mean to you, eun."
eunseo's expectant face crumpled, her eyes welling up with fresh tears. "please don't get hurt for me, sannie." she begged him, holding his hand with both of hers. "it's okay."
"i can't just stand by and let it happen!" he argued, angry that his baby sister would allow herself to endure their callous snipes alone.
"that's just life." she replied wisely, but san refused to accept the words, blinded by his overwhelming love for her.
"i'll try not to." he told her gently, wiping her cheek and turning his head to the side untruthfully. this wasn't the first time, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.
