Attention || Seulrene | Ongoing

The Deal

Seulgi has never broken a promise.

Err. Well, maybe she had but she swear to the River Styx that it wasn't intentional. She likes to think that she's a woman of her words. A promise is something she holds onto dearly, and even the odds were against her, she'll push through and keep it.

It might seem childish- this behavior of hers- for others but in some way, it actually assures her that maybe she isn't as worthless as she thought she was.

That maybe she wasn't that much of a coward to keep a promise and hold on to it even at times, her resolve wavers and she wanted to walk away from all the burden of it.

But she didn't. She couldn't.

Seulgi didn't want her promises to be something like her: broken and forgotten.

But goddamn. Life actually likes to fuck with her, you know?

Because as much as she wanted to keep that promise she made four years ago, she was starting to doubt herself if she could push through it.

If she had the guts to fulfill it.

She stared off at the distance where she could see her playing soccer, a smile was visible on her face. Her steps were light despite having the ball being taken away from her. She was glowing under the sweltering heat of the afternoon sun.

Beautiful.

She was as beautiful as the promise she made with her. And it made heart bloom and grow lighter because it gave her something to look forward to. Something to hold on to once again.

Like that promise, this girl was worth keeping.

But in that trance of watching her from afar, a voice broke her out of her reverie. Her mind stilled as she caught a whiff of something so utterly familiar. But despite the sense of nostalgia that washed over her, it was still unwelcomed. The scent made her shiver.

"You like her that much, do you?"

It was the same voice that always linger inside her head and tug her heartstrings in ways she couldn't understand. The same one she heard so many times before, plaguing her thoughts and dreams that she didn't need to turn sideways to know who it was.

Lo and behold, it was from the person who would constantly remind  her that she wasn't living in a fairytale she often dreamed of. Who made her realize that she wasn't the protagonist in this story she currently was since she has lived her whole life on the sideline.

She even made a joke about it once just to lessen the burden of knowing, that maybe she wasn't even the heroine of her own story. And even doubts if the gods even know that it was her own story... her own life just because this person beside her has been garnering the spotlight all her life, casting Seulgi away to just see her thrive and soar.

It was also the same person who made it feel like keeping a promise was a burden and tiresome, that it was something which could easily be forgotten and thrown like it meant nothing.

But what did she expect? Nothing mattered to the devil. Everything around her was something she could easily dispose once she had her fun. She even treats people like rag dolls that can easily be... neglected and abandoned.

Biting her tongue, she ignored the person beside her and trained her gaze on the girl who was laughing while zipping past through the ones guarding her.

Maybe she's the one who'll save me from the evilness of the world.

Or maybe... not. Eunae wasn't some kind of a superhero that could easily get rid of her demons and Seulgi was old enough to save herself. Barely.