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ROSÉ 상상하다…

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ROSÉ 상상하다…

i forgot how crazy airports are... ahckkkkk.... it’s worth it to be back home for a week though

the third week of september. to some it was just a mere seven days, hours to drag on and try and live through to find the fourth rolling by smoothly. to her, it was like a never ending celebration. happy faces proud to show off creations and lots of festivities. and to people like her, it meant months of prior thought and preparation were blooming together. simply put, it was joyful days. it was the university arts festival.

each day brought new glory, new things to explore and gawk in amazement at. from all the food stands that filled the plaza, which of course had her stomach yelling at her to not dare eat another bite, to the nights that either had dance performances or musical ones, and again rolling over to the next day. the group of students she worked with personally had set up a booth of photographs they had pieced together, different themed photobooks and a giant mosaic collage they had created with the likes of all their leftover negatives. which, was a lot. special kudos to daehyun for helping to mount the thing in place.

it took the stretch of days to finally reach the climax portion though, which inevitably was at the last day. a finale piece as it was described on the weeks schedule.

뜨거운 여름을 보내고 대학 축제 시즌을 맞이하여 한국예술종합학교 축제 마지막날 클럽 파티를 맡아 진행합니다. 교내 갤러리에서 진행하는 만큼 색다른 파티일 것을 예상합니다. 한예종 미대생의 되지도 않는 과학 상식들로 이뤄진 공간으로 놀러오세요. ( src )

the coloured club party was the most memorable of it all too, of course. the fatal friday night marking the closure with cascading lights and darkness. she almost lost her plus one in the midst of it all too. a hand that seemed to continuously drift off in the crowd of people, daring here to hold onto him tighter while the vibrant aura flashed around them, blurry photos being taken in every direction, and her heart racing a little too much whenever a body pushed her in closer to him. it was a euphoria wrapped around nervous behaviour, the drinks that roamed around being the mask of it all to spend the evening listening to the music and following in pursuit of the gallery of mirrored illusions.

fall semester has truly kicked off well.

#studies.

bostonpoetryslam

Let everything weak Die in its cage. Let God’s love Ruin me.

Cynthia Cruz, “Transfixed II,” from Ruin

silhouettes.

beautiful, aren’t they? with their enchanting backgrounds that illuminate and cast away the mysterious shadow that both stands out and remains hidden-- depending on where the human eye had a fancy to, and always has a story to tell. allowing the imagination to run free.

through her research she identified herself as someone who was attracted to the center of interest first, the added details and pieces that accentuate the focal point. that was a problem tactic at times, but for projects like this, it was the opposite. a silhouette would be bland without all the added creativity and thoughtfulness that brings the darkness to life to begin with. her books said that too, that it was important to create a canvas before adding your mask.

even without reading it in text she learned the physical way, after seeing the concept in her lesson plan and already so excited to play with the idea, grabbing anything she could find in her home and casting light and shadows to it, attempting to create something beautiful. of course the images with her grandmother’s garden as the back drop turned out nicer than those with the kitchen wall, all bland and looking like one of those cue cards a therapist has and asks what you see in it. no fun, right?

those were simple self teachings, hours of experimenting giving factual evidence to the guidance on the page. a secret between you and me is that sometimes she didn’t believe everything she was taught, she always had an inkling to debunk it.

and with all of that, it brought her here-- a tripod sinking in sand and a sunset falling over the serene water, a location that was a small bus ride from where she lived. she wanted photography with a model, and with no one else at hand, she improvised to use herself. thank goodness for timers.

in her attempt to convey drama and emotion in her photograph the flash was turned off, the only way to have any chance of success at this, angling the camera to the brightest of the sky so she would be standing before it. meaning she would be under exposure, creating that missing piece of a photo that others could use their imagination for. camera set to automode, a timer placed for ten seconds to shutter, and she was running off, straight to the spot she had all mapped out in her head. there was no time for posing, just standing as she needed to, worrying about that after. once the first photo was taken she used her camera remote to trigger the timer again, using stances she figured would be aesthetic and crouching at some point to steal a glimpse of her drawing in the sand.

the hardest part of it all was not knowing if she was even successful, or how they looked, but she offered reassurance and a self promise to look when she got home. for now, she was going to enjoy the peace and view before packing up.

oh, and note to self: don’t forget photoshop exists for errors. fake it til you make it.

#studies.#[ long zzz

roseanne park stats sheet.

what's in a name? that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. — william shakespeare.

#.zip

transfigurans:

「♡」 No one has to ask Juno twice to go shopping. She loves trying things on and showing off how good she looks in front of others. It’s rare that she buys anything though, no, she’d much rather get her stuff for free. The fox stands in front of a mirror, holding a short dress up to her figure and studying it. To get or not to get.

Her friend’s voice forces her to look away from her own reflection and she puts the dress down, walking closer to the changing rooms. She blows her cheeks out as she looks down Rose’s form in the dress. Of course she notices that once again, the garment is black, but says nothing.

“Hm, I think they’d look nicer with some glittery heels.” Juno decides with a short nod. “If you like it, get it. But lets look for something brighter next time.”

glittery heels? well, that was a little out of her comfort zone. but needless to say she was willing to go along with it, the tiers of her lips pursing together to transcend into the imagery of how she’d look with something that stood out more than her usual comfort shoes, not wanting to look too simple or plain in front of juno. she was already a little envious of how she could piece together out of the ordinary pieces and still look effortlessly good in them, so declining her suggestion now would just be a personal fatal bullet. “you’re right! i’ll look for a pair when we enter a shoe boutique.” if you paid attention you could sense the hesitation in her voice, the little timidness seeping through her words as she was quick to turn on her heels to go change back into the clothes she stepped into the store with, already missing the comfort of the loose top that hung at her shoulders.

“have you found anything you like yet?” she chimes out with curiosity now, eyes peering over in the opposite direction to see what sense of style juno was going out for now, roseanne trying her best to let her fingers skip over the dark garments and only fall on the ones that contained colour. red was a colour that looked especially good on her, and surprisingly she could pull off the lucky green, so she wasn’t shy to venture into that colour spectrum and add it to the rainbow that seemed to be growing in the little basket she had picked up when they entered. “i want to try high waisted shorts... but i never know what to properly pair them with..? crop tops seem too dull to always use...”

#cordes.#transfigurans #transfigurans: juno #[ no its ok!! dw love

indaebum:

he knew it. he knew that this was bound to happen one of these days, and he had made sure every single day since his prior acknowledgement of the possible problem that he’d be the first one to offer his aid. every single day since earlier in the week, after work. even if he wasn’t supposed to be all the way in that section of the zoo, he’d still lose his way through for that special by stroll on casual steps for his own little quick checkup on the rabbits — where he’d seen it. one of the smaller ones were not doing very well on its own lately, not as well as everyone thought it was since her mother had bared her and her siblings a few months back. daehyun had noticed it before, a couple of times, to be frank, but it looked more playful than anything so he didn’t think it’d be anything bad until the little one had started doing it for a longer moment than usual.

limping- she would start limping for a few moments, just a few, and then her rear legs would just give out and she wouldn’t get up until a few moments later with some struggle. it might have been that she was just resting, maybe she was just a lazy little bunny, but something about the process set off an alarm at the back of daehyun’s head and made it hard for him to just let it go. and thank God that he hadn’t because the problem had rapidly gotten worse by the weeks, and while it wasn’t a good look to have a sick animal out on display, it was also nothing good to just leave it that way.

something in him had urged him to check much earlier on the little one today- his…inner voice he supposes, and because it correlated well with the brittle churning in his stomach, he’d decided to leave his post really, really quickly and pray that he wouldn’t get caught on the way and lose his job on the spot. just scolded- or scolded after he saves the bunny’s life, whichever order life had planned for him today.

on steady legs, almost running, he pushed his way through with his head down, thankful to his hat for covering up some of his face- not his nose- so whoever worked at that part of the zoo today couldn’t notice him when he hid in the amount of.. loud and excited small children, squawking beside each other and their parents, and sneaked his way in. before he could even get there he were already seeing other kids crowded up at the bunnies display, some leaning against the glass, tapping at it and some yelling at it in high hopes of stopping whatever was happening. that would only startle them, stop it. it took no time for his heart to stop — or actually go off into a dense thudding pace that was probably loud enough to be heard by anyone who dared to step near him. terrified that he might get there too late, he turned back and was already struggling with fishing his keys out of his pocket, let alone getting to open the door to the back and finding his way through. he was holding his breath, praying louder in his head the closer he got, let me save this baby, please.

and eventually he did, after a few seconds of panic. she was in terrible condition; her legs seemed to have given up entirely now, but she was alive, so he’d managed to pull her out from the overwhelming environment and wrapped her in a blanket to bring her to the zoo’s vet.

finally, thank you. he would have made it without an interruption too, the sooner the better, but again, life… ah, sweet life. of course, life had different plans, again. good thing whoever just ran into him wasn’t someone large, or heavy?

“it’s — “ he pauses, words dying on his tongue and eyes taking in everything that he could before she could raise her head again and he could awkwardly avert his gaze. coward. quick. “it’s alright, you don’t have to apologize.” he would have stuttered next if he didn’t swallow and realized that, whew, was it even this hot today earlier? he should get going. “i was too focused on bringing her to the doctor. i have to go now.” attempting a smile probably would have made this worse, the poor girl already looked so apologetic that the expression would have probably remained stuck on her features if he didn’t reassured her. so before he were to leave, he managed a little bow- hiding his face- and told her it was okay again. “be careful, and have a nice day here at seoul grand park zoo. i have to go..”

once the situation was fully analyzed and piecing itself together in her mind, there was no words left to murmur. i mean, yes, she had some curiosity coiling at the tip of her tongue, daring itself to spill and fall into an abundance of questions. but like he said, he had to go. and so, she sneakily followed behind. intrusiveness and worry guiding her feet through their small steps, eyes attempting to peer over his large shoulder whenever she was given the chance to see if there was a chance she could catch a glimpse at the weight in his arms, the words ‘bringing her to the doctor’ echoing through her mind. it wasn’t rude to follow if you had a purpose to... right?

his rush was obvious with his hastiness, her long legs doing their best to keep up as she had to avoid calling out, knowing that would blow her cover entirely. she didn’t even know where he was going fully, or if a visitor such as herself was allowed in the area he was headed to. she just wanted to make sure the furry friend was okay was all, her innocent concern overbearing her timidness of being called out as she managed her way at a reasonable yet steady distance behind him, keeping her presence on the down low and even going to the extremes of hiding behind a wall towards what seemed to be the onsite veterinarian clinic. her aura alone now looked as shady as ever, but she prayed it would remain unnoticed. she prayed for the health of the bunny she saw being so delicately unwrapped from her initial warmth, the palms of roseanne coming together while her eyes closed, the added sentiment keeping her in a calmer head space as she asked God to keep the animal safe and sound. to someone else, her behaviour could be silly, but to her, she could be achieving a miracle right now. her fondness for animals was that important.

all was well too until she took one too many steps forward, her head dipping through the open door and accidentally hitting knocking herself against the frame, a hiss trailing past her lips followed by her hand in her mouth, her usual antic coming into play as she now knew she was treading on thin ice, diligently curling up outside a few steps behind now to decrease any casting of a shadow. it was ironic how being clumsy both started and ended this.

“i.. i....” the strain came out weakly, barely in audible as she was preparing herself for the worse, knowing how embarrassing this was about to be to get caught like a deer in the headlights by the same person, only moments after the first time. she took it as her first prayer was a sacrifice for the second, her hands now coming to clasp together at her lower stomach like a child that was ready for scolding. “is she okay...? i shouldn’t had followed, i know.. but i wanted to make sure she was doing better..” she decided to talk less and think more, reminiscing on how her past visits to area of the zoo had brought her the same acknowledgments before, noticing how one mammal out of the rest was a little off, and it concerned her to no end every time. but she wasn’t about to tell someone how to do their job, no, never, so every time she just had to assume someone already knew. and even if that someone just so happened to be him, the reason for her overall embarrassment, that was okay.

#cordes.#indaebum #[ this made me think of the intro to the zookeepers wife #[ with the hurt baby elephant

indaebum-deactivated20180227

…hey, no, if you get it, don’t take it too seriously. nothing special here. & twt.

ablvz:

It wasn’t like Kyunghoon to mind other people’s business, he was a rather private person himself in certain aspects, but it was in his nature to seek for the wellbeing of others, and he just could not act blindly towards the string of text messages that flashed on the female’s phone, as she had left it on their table when excusing herself to the bathroom.

Kyunghoon had only fixed his attention on the bright screen as it flashed incessantly, and he was able to catch a glimpse of ill-themed words and accusations that made his stomach churn with rage and worry towards his friend.

But she had made her return way too soon, and now they found themselves in this awkward situation, wondering who was to blame, even though it was Kyunghoon who should be feeling sorry for invading the woman’s privacy.

“That is absolutely not the case, I do trust you.” Kyunghoon assured vocally and reassured with a nod of his head, while his hands coyly placed the device on the table and then slid it over the surface towards it’s rightful owner, “I just… Saw some things that made me worry about you.” he continued, keeping his whole frame shrugged and his head lowered, thus he looked up at the female through his eyelashes. “Is… everything alright with you? You know you can tell me, right?”

oh how it seemed that cards were fighting perfectly into their deck, everything smoothly making sense. not the good kind of sense though, there was still a sense of confusion. she understood his side now, but not the reason behind it all. the only part of the number she could recognize 82, which anyone would, but everything after it was a mystery. it hurt her too, a saddened look ruining her expression. you could see the despair consuming her eyes, the colour growing heavy as she just sunk herself into her seat, legs hitched up and hugged at her chest while she tries to think of some sort of explanation. at least she wasn’t alone in it, that was the only aspect currently comforting her.

“i... i don’t recognize that number... i don’t know who it is..” you could tell she was being honest by the shock that was still resonating in her, completely lost in disbelief at how someone could do that. either it was the wrong number, a prank text, or someone that truly loathed her existence. she was pleading for the foremost though, the second if need be. but never the last, she knew in her heart she treaded with kindness so there couldn’t be a logical reason for malicious slander to be directed her way. “sometimes at school we exchange numbers.. someone could’ve got my number from there if it’s not a wrong number situation...” a pout strung at her lower lip, not necessarily knowing how to go about her words when she picked up the phone. it took her a deep breath and a moment of relaxation to get the energy to reply with ‘do you have the right number...? this is PCY.’ she didn’t want to accuse it being a prank just yet, not until more information was leaked from its source.

the phone went back his way afterwards, letting him take the control as she was too upset to put much effort into it. she didn’t understand how someone could speak that way to another, whether it was joking or not. it sounded distasteful and was loaded with sins. “if they reply back can you tell me what they say...? please oppa, i don’t want to deal with it.”

#cordes.#ablvz

ROSÉ 상상하다…

we were working on a group project and found a rose garden… i couldn’t help myself 💋

#belle.

sure, she loved living with her grandmother, the lady was exceptionally sweet and always went out of her way to make sure everything was smooth sailing in roseanne’s life, but she did have one complaint: how come they didn’t have any pets?

when she arrived years ago she was expecting to enter into a home full of life in other ways than just humanity, maybe a cat, or a dog or two. and if she was lucky a bunny or something. she should’ve known better though, should’ve known that at her grandmothers age it wasn’t practical to take care of yourself alongside other acts of life that were fully dependent on you. but even so, when she dropped hints or would respectfully ask she was left with the same answer of ‘but who will look after them while you’re in school honey?’ which made sense in a way, but also didn’t. or maybe that was just her acting out on the inside about it all.

and so, respectfully, she found herself vacating pet stores and zoo’s instead. at least this way she got more animals to honey up to than she would have at home even if they did have a pet. it was just the immense population of people that had her a little taken back at times. the kids that would run through and rush around in a mass attempt to either get somewhere or find their parents. on some days it reminded her of herself when he was younger, chasing around her elder sister. and on others, it simply gave her a headache. she never showed distaste though, her aura was always brigh.

thankfully today was like the former. the bipolar weather not phasing her at all as all she needed was a warm pullover and her trusty white adidas to successfully venture through seoul grand park. everything was going smoothly too until she took one too many steps backwards and her ditsy nature had her tripping, the gudak app closing itself in the fall of her phone. which she was pleased fell in a soft spot of grass behind her, but she was more so focused on the presence she had just rattled.

“i’m sorry... i didn’t look where i was going...” you could tell by the look on her face that she truly was apologetic, not even thinking twice on whose blame it was, she was willing to take it all. she felt too ashamed to even fully look up, her hands frantic and waving in front of her as if to pass the motion that she was fine as she left her concern into him, eyes peered at their shoes until she slowly raised her head after the respectful bow and repetitive sincerity laced in her voice. “did i hurt you or anything..? i was too distracted by the big statues...”

「 commençons @indaebum 」

#cordes.#indaebum #[ thx ugly

deukces:

Eyebrows knitted together as she gazed upon their fingers which shadowed guitar strings, tirelessly struggling to obey the younger female’s words and strum along to the designated song. It was not the teaching that was lacking or difficult to understand, but the fault of Jennie’s own human anatomy that caused her discomfort. “My hands are really annoying. Why are they small?” the idol whined softly.

Fidgeting with the possessed hold, she vaguely slid the instrument from left to right on her lap, struggling to find the perfect balance that would lead her to play with ease before finally following cue. Rosé’s fingertips then guided hers, sliding them from note to note with a patient heart – a beautiful melody fluttering from lungs. The idol did not sing, however, focus solely lost to the motions that vibrated chords.

Even with immense concentration and determination, it was blatantly obvious that Jennie’s actions were still strained and she was not even the least bit comfortable with holding the guitar. Though her friend provided help in transitioning from each note that was produced from the wooden object, she was evidently trailing behind. “It’s really different from playing piano even though I must stretch my fingers to the keys on it too… Was this also awkward for you at first?” Jennie queried, ceasing her battle with the instrument.

she was conflicted to not laugh below her breath at the way her teachings were being reacted to. even in her frustration jennie still seemed cute, especially since she was so small in her own embrace. all she took was a quick cheek pinch though, hoping she wouldn’t get scolded for it after. it was enough to ease the mood on her end at least, a bright smile illuminating the casting on her face while she initiated a small break between them. maybe that’s all that was truly needed.

“it was really hard for me at first.. i was too shy to tell my music teacher that i was left handed, so being taught the other way around was tricky. i suffered through it til i was able to play confidently with my right hand. i don’t think anyone really notices that though, that i’m left handed but play with my right.” in an innocent way, that was her biggest secret. the whole story behind it, the young roseanne too timid to get a chord wrong let alone ask for a left handed guitar. she didn’t want to displease an elder who had offered his time to her when she grew so fascinated by the instrument. “you’ll eventually get used to it, i promise! practice makes perfect.” not that she needed to clarify that.

cue break time over. her grip loosening as she allowed the guitar to fully fall into jennie’s possession. “here, try and play on your own. you might feel more comfortable with your own grip. ...pretend i’m not even here! do whatever you’d like... except one of those rocker moves where they slam the guitar and destroy it...” her trailing voice was followed by a sheepish laugh, eyes bright as she crawled back to properly give the idol her own sense of space.

#cordes.#deukces #[ n... i... love u #[ ;)

@no0ire:

“ don’t worry about me, Im not crying. ” minha answered the female infront of her. she kept her head looking down to the grey asfalt below. the weather wasn’t exactly bright, it was a little cloudy too. her mood often depended on how the weather would be, but, not today. she felt hurt. she couldn’t explain why just yet.

crying was something she could relate to. she was a huge crier. something good happens, she’ll cry. she misses someone, she’ll cry. she feels hurt, she’ll cry. it’s a never ending list of reasons why the waterworks should open their flood gates. even if she was open about it, never ran off or tried to hide the fact, it was understandable why someone else would. we’ve all ended up in a situation similar when it was much easier to escape the truth than accept the fatal fate. that something was wrong, ruining our perfectly alight manufactured world we feed in the essence of our minds.

which is why, she wasn’t pushy. but she wasn’t going to leave either. she can remember those times she pleaded in her mind someone would stay despite her works of reassurance. and if that was the case for now, she wanted to be there. at least until she was told otherwise and granted a pass to leave. but for now, she was stable about it.

“if you are crying you know it’s okay to admit it... i cry a lot too.” she crossed her legs on the sidewalk as she rested below the female, a loving hand soothingly rubbing along her back, careful to be soft about it to not frighten her. she wanted to give some comfort, show that there was warmth lingering around even on a gloomy day such as this. “if you want to talk, i’m all ears. if you wish to sit in silence, i’m here for you to lean on. and if you do want me to leave... i will, i just.. want to make sure you’re okay.”

#cordes.#no0ire

tzuchu:

‘Tzu’ was such a common nickname. Perhaps that was why she didn’t turn around in the first go - fans called her that so often, that she half expected it to be another person who wanted to ask for an autograph, and, barely out of the dorm after a flight back home from Vietnam, she simply wasn’t in the mood. Not prepared to flash the endless smiles that were expected of her, not prepared to gush and cheer and tell whatever random person that she loved them and that she’d try her best to make them proud with her group’s next release. Really not in the mood for socializing, considering the ordeal the airport had become for her - it was hard to even take a step out of the van or the plane without someone touching her, and she’d never liked being touched by strangers.

But then there’s a tap at her shoulder, and she can’t ignore that, not when she’s wandering off without the protection of her manager or any bodyguard (which is something she’s always advised against, but she can’t stand the tall, dark men trailing after her, with their gloomy expressions, their unwillingness to talk and their predisposition towards grunting at everyone passed by her, even without any malicious intent). So she turns around, praying that she doesn’t look as ready to murder someone as she feels… but, by the look of the girl standing behind her, she’s willing to bet that she’s failed. The deer in the headlights look is usually her trademark… but she’s losing this battle, that’s certain.

And then the realization sinks in - that what she’s holding is her card, and that she knows that girl. Vaguely. She’s seen her in selcas (were they Dahyun’s? Chaeyoung’s? She doesn’t remember), she’s heard some stories. The name doesn’t come to her, though, so, as she reaches out to retrieve the card, her expression turns from a frustrated squint to confusion - pursed lips, a little scrunch of her nose, obvious concentration… to no avail. It’s always like that - when she knows the face, she can’t put a name to it, and the other way around, making her feel even more inept when it comes to adjusting to society in general. “That’s, uhm…” She starts, far from her usual eloquence (perhaps occasionally fractured by missing words, that she doesn’t yet know, but that’s not the case here), then pauses, clears her throat and tries again. “I’m sorry– You took me by surprise, unnie.” At least, she remembers that much. And that she should never forget people’s honorifics, though she does, and often. “Thank you… I never even realized I dropped it. That’s what I get for putting it in my pocket and not in the wallet, where it belongs.”

it was hard to be completely intimidated and stunned when that soft face turned around so close, the sweet definition of tzuyu’s face making one’s heart melt. the heaviness in her chest was so potent she had to stop her lips from pursing to murmur a praise, ‘yeppeoyah...’ so daringly ready to fall of the tip of her tongue. she had the tendency to do that, it was both a good and bad habit, speaking subconscious compliments. she caught it at the beginning stage however, coughing to cover it up and immediately turning red in embarrassment from the whole ordeal of it. usually eye contact was something she would avoid in these scenarios, but for now, it was her support system, relying on those doe eyes to lure her words out.

“ah.. eh.. i’m sorry for startling you. i didn’t want to yell either... i’m glad i caught you though!” a smile found its way on her face, laughter following that sounded faux but was the farthest from it in reality. it was like an awkward chuckle, her ruthless attempts to save herself. baby steps, she was getting there.

“don’t worry. i didn’t look at anything on it! ..i just saw it fall from you and held it to bring it back.” it was admittedly unnecessary for that first part of information, it was doubtful that the idea of such an intention would even be accused, but she was the soft type. along with her complimenting tendencies she also obtained the trait of clarification, striving to make the truth and detailing as straight forward as possible. it helped to eliminate doubt in the end, that was always her reasoning behind it. “you should get a fanny pack...” despite her reference being clear she still made the hand motion around her waist, falling into a sense of comfort as some hysterics had helped in the settlement of her nerves. “all you’d need to do is slip it right in,” in unison to her detailing she was honourably handing the card back over, making sure it was secure in its owners hands before she dared to speak again. “and you’d be good to go. oh wait.. speaking of going.... am i taking some of your personal time? i’m sorry, sorry...”

#cordes.#tzuchu

@ablvz:

“Yes, you are right. I’m sorry.” Kyunghoon shrugged his shoulders and lowered his head, “But is not too late to do it now,” he glanced up at the female once more with an apologetic look through his eyelashes. “right?”

confrontation was never her thing. she was too timid to do such an act. if it came down to it, she’d rather have to suffer and bite her lip in the agony. sure, that was like feeling a inkling of hell burning her skin, but it was even worse to actually confront. to have the shaky hands, nerves anxious, lips trembling and spilling out every practiced phrase incorrect. that was like having a demon directly eat at your soul. she took suffer in return for less suffering.

but he made it so easy for her.. right? like a criminal caught red handed.

“it’s never too late.. there’s always a time and place to fix things.” she bit her inner cheek to prevent herself from saying something related to God and how he appreciated any work of progress. she had a positive aura though, and her height came in handy as she didn’t feel small enough to drown in her words. “do you not trust me? is that why you took my phone?”

there was some boldness to her voice, maybe due to the fact he had agreed to the discussion. albeit, her hesitation didn’t evanesce. “if i did something to upset you... i’m sorry..”

#cordes.#ablvz

yourdailybibleverse

For the Lord is our Judge, The Lord is our Lawgiver, The Lord is our King; He will save us;

Isaiah 33:22 (NKJV)

#psalms.

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