✩̊ @halusali ♥︎ ࣪₊· ͟͟͞➳ * ༊:
HAH.. ME? FAINT? NOT.. NOT POSSIBLE. [VERY POSSIBLE. IF I DON'T PASS OUT FIRST I MIGHT THROW UP. her skin's pale and legs wobbling, stood in angelnote's practice room looking like the living dead. but she's stubborn, per usual, a quality that's likely the fault of her mother's prior instillment, stoicism and all. she still tries one more time, even with her heart pounding behind her ribcage and her feet twisting every direction she doesn't want them to go. this wasn't how it was supposed to end up, but it does, and she should've known better. that's what she tells herself when her body sinks to the floor, falling into a clump of her own sweaty clothes and messy hair that she's still got yet to dye for the next comeback. she's barely conscious now, the lights in the room turning her vision bleary, barely able to make out bomi's figure in her peripheral. I'M SORRY.. her vision fades to black. I SHOULD'VE KNOWN BETTER.] ( .. ) [when she finally wakes up, she's not in the practice room—instead she's on her bed, now feeling every sharp pang that's stabbing her from head-to-toe no thanks to her stubbornness. she doesn't question how she got here, knowing that there's only one person who was there to pick up the pieces of her foolish mishap.] BOMI..?
