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i suppose i'll just head to that /brand new ice cream parlor/  all by my lonesome ..    sigh

..    or to sleep in.    sleeping in is nice,  too—

dearest `  ♪₁        @1O4NNA⠀ོ✩ :͟        “let me tell you a secret,       jane,       is that alright?”      she leans ever so slightly,  setting into motion the curtain of dark hair slipping from behind her ear like water,      framing her face and obscuring glinting eyes which narrow       —      a sculptor observing someone else’s magnum opus;      determined to find the hairline fracture.      like him,      she’s always preferred hiding in plain sight.       mother-of-pearl manicure finds purchase on the plush of su hye’s lower lip.      “no one is going to believe you —”       a heartbeat,       an exhale,       the faintest hint of a smile,       “given you don’t believe yourself.”       if it was any choice of hers,       she’d never be a judge,        rather the girl wandering the museum with her sweetheart,       arms linked,       not a care in the world.       su hye had quickly realized that the glimmer of volition was only plated in precious metal.       fate tarnished it too quickly for her liking.       “you’re missing *that*.       i see it clear as day in the way your brows are knitted,       hands clasped like that.       breathe,       charon.”       (       breathe.       )       “i like to think it’s all a state of mind       —       but that’s just me.”

what do you think?   you're much better suited for judging this out of the two of us. 

the duet was just it,     right?

dearest `  ♪₁        @eteifania⠀ོ✩ :͟        “if i could have warned you,      i would have ..      maybe,”      ever noncommittal,      her artificially lightened hair has fallen wet and limp around her cheeks,      the very same once heated from an unfamiliarly shy blush; now, devoid of any rose pigment he might have delicately applied there.      (      five minutes to spare in a waiting room so many months ago      —      is this why you think the worst of me?      )           “—      my hands were tied.      i went to visit him, took the long way home,”      (      then?      what then,      kang su hye?      were you hoping for something?      )      “the rain started.”      su hye’s wondering whether the currents are waiting to sweep her out again when she realizes her voice sounds less like her own with every word that passes.      no longer a siren’s song,      everything she is and was wisping away into a silent keen.    “i have some groceries.      they’re sopping.      but i could make dinner to pay you back.      i’ll leave as soon as —”      (      as soon as the rain stops,      )      “would you believe me if i told you you’re the only one i could think of to go to?”

—      a warning maybe?

dearest `  ♪₁        @fearlesswan⠀ོ✩ :͟        “it’s nothing new, zo,”       su hye hums quietly,       trying to ignore the invisible weight pushing her chest concave as she rests her head on her bandmate’s shoulder.       “it’s nothing new.”       with a single movement,       her phone screen       —       opened to a recent he-said-she-said headline swirling around one blonde angelnote member       —       powers down and slips to the very bottom of her knit practice bag,       buried among scraps of lyrics and scattered thoughts.       her dark eyes flutter shut under the same weight.       “it’s not worth your appetite ..       let’s order bingsu.”

dearest `  ♪₁        @kkeutsijag⠀ོ✩ :͟        “what’s that one saying, ah ..       don’t cut off your nose to spite your face?       yeah,       let’s ignore that one.”       su hye wonders what’s wrong with her,       what’s sparking a bubbling simmering sinking feeling in her lungs,       rushing through to the tips of her fingers and hiding beneath the irises of her made-up eyes,        glitter and concealer hiding uncharacteristic dark circles from restless nights.        something catches in her throat,       and the look she sees reflected in the lighted mirror signals to her that jasmine already knows.       “you have full control this time.       they want intense?       let’s give it to them, then.”       (       i’m already         unrecognizable         anyways,       )

or is it only one?     tell me,