𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 | moonsun ✓

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disclaimer and trigger warning: i am not a trained medical professional that specialises in eating disorders.

the events that are happening are at different times in the story so timezones are quite confusing in this case idk how to explain its just confusing lol

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Home isn't a place.
Home is a feeling, a person,
a scent, a face, a voice,
but it's not a place.

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"Do you want me to wait in the waiting area for you?" Joohyun asks politely with Byulyi reluctantly following behind, standing in the middle of the semi-crowded yet small waiting room of the practise that Byulyi went to years ago when she was first struggling with her eating disorder.

Byulyi nods slowly in response, looking down to notice that her own legs were wobbling out of control and that she was trembling like crazy inside of her sweater. She watched as Joohyun made her way to an accessible seat, crossing her legs together and grabbing a magazine. The silver-haired girl could only find herself standing inattentively in the middle of the waiting room, still taking in the appealing aura of the small building.

Nothing much has changed according to Byulyi's eyes, continuing to look around like an extremely dazed child who are easily amazed. The only thing that really changed were the colours of the place𑁋them formerly being a traditional plain white colour𑁋now the walls were all painted into a neutral tone of grey, and the tile floors remained the same. There were more decorations here and there, but to Byulyi, this was definitely one of the safest places she has ever been to.

There was an in-patient program that Byulyi required to be in during her time there. She spent months recovering in the hopes of getting better. When they finally told her she was doing well, they decided it would be best to release her. Eating disorder relapses are quite common in most cases, though Byulyi wasn't at her lowest weight than before, but she decided it was best to get help if she wanted to stop herself from becoming worse.

In the hopes of becoming better for herself as a person, she hated where she was in life at the moment𑁋hopelessly having feelings for a girl who wasn't here, unexpectedly outed by a family she thought she was close with, and slowly revisiting places she never expected herself to be in. She didn't want to be in another cycle of darkness.

There's no one to blame but me. Byulyi thinks to herself.

"Miss? Are you waiting for someone?" A voice makes her spring out of thought, shooting her head in the direction of a woman positoned behind a desk with a welcoming smile.

Byulyi gulps, stepping towards the desk anxiously. The woman seemed new as she didn't recognise her at all. She clasps her hands in her sleeves as the woman sat back down in her seat, posture perfectly straight as she waited for the silver-haired girl to say something.

"Yeah, um," She clears her throat, trying to release the words from her tongue. "I-I was wondering if there's any sort of opening for an appoin𑁋"

"Byulyi! Is that you?" A raspy voice calls out to her, making her stop dead in her tracks before she could finish her sentence.

Byulyi turns bemusedly towards the source of the voice before her eyes widen from the sight of a tall, extremely familiar woman just a few feet away from her. The woman's long, dark hair was pulled back in a bun behind her head. Her mature features of her face made her look model-like. She had a clipboard in her arms as a white coat showered down to the floor, accompanied by some red high heels that made her even more taller. The woman seemed very fond of Byulyi as the girl tried so hard to see if she knew this woman.