don’t kill the light.
❝ i’ve just never been very good at the adult thing, i guess. / @infed
her arms are covered in light scratches, flesh peeking through from underneath all the skin functioning as an improvised symbol for her transparence. it works. the tree branches are mostly cut down on the trail to the lake, but they always seem to grow back as fast as they get torn off the old boles, and they always return sharper than they had once been, full of vengeance.
byul puts her hands on edmund’s back and pushes him forth and out of the thick of the forest, towards the naked land bordering the lake. she laughs at his hesitation now like she had before, though she is only ever amused, never judgemental. worse than a burden, reluctance is an addiction to edmund. she can certainly see the appeal in it, staying up late into the nights herself, mulling over what could be for as long as it pushes off what has been, what is.
that’s why she needs an antidote, needs to fill the hole of thoughts with actions.
that’s why she points her flashlight at ed’s face after circling around him, running backwards in the direction of the water. that’s why it’s midnight but she’s up and out in early autumn, the last dregs of summer remaining making the chilly air still pleasant on the skin.
that’s why, instead of talking about how they had been drifting apart after once being attached at the hip, she dips her toes into the water, feet curling around the stones and pebbles for grounding, and kicks up water at him with a devious little smile when he gets close enough.
“we didn’t make this far not to have a swim,” she warns as soon as she notices him keep a distance. “you’re getting in the water.”
it’s not a terribly grown up way to go about issues, but she doesn’t have to be a grown up just yet. her heart sinks with foreboding colder than the night air on her wet ankles, every second ringing inside her head, but she is terribly good at negating her own intuition. she needs to think less. she needs to cling.
shrugging her jacket off, she pauses, gaze turning upwards, at the stars.
“amji is pretty shit and all, but the sky is still so beautiful out here.”
