A familiar girl with a dark-green backpack is walking through the city, on an Tuesday afternoon. Her destination is a place she knows all too well. After ringing the bell, a girl with long, brown hair is peeking behind the door; visibly still sleepy from her nap.
"Hey loser" Ryujin greeted her best friend.
"Again?"
"Just for a few hours, i promise Chaeryeong" she begged.
Groaning in frustration she openes the door wide enough to let Ryujin inside. While Chaeryeong was closing the door again, Ryujin went straight to the fridge and grabbed a softdrink.
For Ryujin, this is her second home. Sometimes she even feels more welcomed here than at her own house. Chaeryeong doesn't mind having her best friend over; the only thing that bothers her is the reason why she's here without telling her in advance.
Taking a sip of her drink, she made her way to Chaeryeong's room.
"You know, you should really do something about it." Chaeryeong said while following Ryujin.
Once they reached her bedroom, Ryujin let herself fall on Chaeryeong's bed; completely drained and exhausted.
"And what should i do?" She asked with her eyes closed.
"I don't know" Chaeryeong admitted.
Ryujin and her mother doesn't have the best realtionship. After every argument they have, she goes to Chaeryeong. Knowing that she's the only person Ryujin could trust to let her stay; no matter when. Although Ryujin never told her about the issues at home in detail, Chaeryeong is very aware of it. She tried to talk to her many times and loosen up her problems but it only complicated things between them.
"I don't know either." Ryujin whispered, finally opening her eyes.
She stared at the ceiling, when a specific thought filled her head. A thought about someone. Someone who she can relate to, someone who wants to get away from home as well.
'Funny, how i'm giving out advices without following them myself.' she thought.
With a deep sigh she reaches for her backpack and pulls out one of her book.
Chearyeong knows she's going to read out loud again; she's gotten used to it.
"Right outside the beach,
Someone is waiting for me,
Standing still outside the sunset,
That is my destiny, full of energy.
I lie down on the sand,
Deep and calm, find the treasure of mind.
Feel the love forever in the heart.
Waiting for someone so long,
Alone by the beach, i wait here.
Waiting the right moment to come,
We will come home together,
Share our loves forever.
I hope we meet again soon,
By the beach who witness,
For my eternal loneliness."
Chaeryeong noticed how Ryujin's voice turned more vulnerable and quieter after every verse.
"Come on, let's watch some dramas Ryuddaeng."
After spending time with Chaeryeong, Ryujin went to her next destination. The bench.
With the book still in her hands, she begins to read again.
'Each time the sunset moment come,
The atmosphere feels different.
There are no things that are exactly the same,
Differences flow every day.
We have to find out,
And start to come out,
Looking for ourself reflections moment.'
Somehow she can't concentrate today. Actually since she met Yeji.
Yeji. If only she could read with her together.
'No, that would be stupid right? Who'd want that?'
It's getting late now.
'Where is she?'
Ryujin observed the people in the park. None if them seeming to be her. None of them as gorgeous as her.
'Maybe i scared her away with the cheek kiss...'
Shaking her head to stop zoning out, she turned the page over and starts to read again.
'As I sit here in the evening light,
Watching the day go slowly by,
With sweet silent thought in fluttering flight,
The tears from my heart they rise to my eyes.
Myself I can see in my fantasy world,
In a land far, far away.
Chasing something, something within my very soul,
And the tears they rise, they flow and they stay...'
she closed the book before finishing the poem.
Leaning against the cold bench, she looked at the night sky.
'Yeji... What are you doing to me?'
YOU ARE READING
walks and talks; ryeji
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