rayof_shanshine
Being blamed by the whole nation for murdering your sister is painful enough, but what if you yourself have no idea whether those accusations are true or false?
𓏲ּ𝄢═══🎠ᛝ═══. Under The Snowcapped Carousel.
I've always loved when Noona would tell me stories to bed. Especially mysteries and crimes. I love theorizing with her, what might've happened, connecting clues with her, it's my absolute favorite.
Her voice is always so soothing, it's like a lullaby moms sing to their little ones.
"Seungho-yah, have you ever heard of doppelgangers?" she whispered to me as she caresses her hand gently on my forehead. I open my eyes and lace my eyes on her face.
"Yeah, I have, noona. Why do you ask?"
"What would you do if you see one?"
"I'd approach them." I see her tilting her head, probably in confusion, by the brief answer I gave her.
"Why? You do know that according to superstitions, meeting one can lead you to your death?"
I turned my head and look up at her face.
Her smile went from a curve to a straight line. The soft look of her eyes shifted to something else. Something.. I can't read.
"Do you believe in that?"
She didn't answer.
"..is there something wrong, Noona? You kept questioning me this since this morning.." I ask her again.
She shakes her head and smiles. "Just a random midnight thought."
But what is she hiding?
"Now, close your eyes and go to sleep, Seungho. You have to save energy for tomorrow."
Nevertheless, I close my eyes. Tomorrow, we'll go and ride under that snowcapped carousel. And that was all that mattered.
It's been years, and you still haven't told me, Noona.
𐬺𖦹꧁🎠꧂𖦹𐬺