"What are you doing?"
"What's it look like I'm doing?" I snapped, turning my head and shooting daggers with my eyes towards the man. "I'm staring at the stars." I hissed, glaring at him again before turning back and folding my hands behind my head. The wind blew through the trees, and the star that rustle of leaves and branches settled in my ears as I continued to give Eugene the cold shoulder.
I liked Eugene, I really did. He reminded me of myself.
But that's why I hated him so much.
"Why? Why do you do that?" He questioned, tilting his head like a puppy, lowering his gaze and staring at me, his face slightly scrunched in confusion and from the cold.
"Do what? Look at the stars?" I muttered, still a little annoyed but keeping my faltering gaze now on my beat up converse, the aglet missing from my right shoe lace, causing the ends of string to loosely unwind from its neatly sewn original state.
"No." He answered simply, not even bothering to blink.
I sighed.
"I stare at the stars because it makes me feel better. I take advantages while they're visible," Cicadas chirped along with the grasshoppers and I slightly shivered as a breeze swept along my now aching spine from the roof shingles. "because even when they go away..." I answered my own question, my voice shaking as I drifted off from my sentence and hugged my knees, tying my shoelaces again.
Then I looked him in the eyes.
"They're the only things that come back."
~
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.