Patience was something that Mijoo had learned to have. She was bright, in all forms of the word, but furthermore, she, as a person, was patient. Jaebum was a person that no one needed to force anything out of. Letting it happen was better than trying to force anything. Even as he sat next to her, she continued to look out at the city, her feet swinging carelessly because she had absolutely no fear of the ground below them at all. That was a story in itself that she couldn’t explain to the person next to her at all. She was bright, she was kind and most of all, she could listen to him for as long as he wanted. But she couldn’t tell him why she had sensed him without looking back to see him, she couldn’t tell him why her hair would change colors every time he would meet with her in such a place.
What he handed her was a camera, she stared at it for a moment before she realized what exactly it was that he was showing her. Her eyes gazed at the image on it, smiling at the photography as she pressed the button to look at more. She came to the pictures that made her smile fade immediately, his words suddenly becoming clear to her as she could see what couldn’t be explained. But– what he didn’t know was that it could be explained, she could explain it. “You post these, you say?” She had seen someone posting pictures before, she remembered someone telling her about it and laughing because they knew who it was in them.
She inhaled but did not exhale in a sigh as not to alert the other male next to her. There were very few incidents where someone had taken pictures of her, pictures that showed a more… elegant side to her mutation rather than the monstrous ability she knew it to be. “Neon…. and smoke.” She whispered as she looked at the photos of herself. There wasn’t a time in her life where she was ashamed her abilities, but as her eyes closed and she slowly passed the camera back to him, she actually debated speaking up. “I remember when I was sixteen years old, there was a guy, who managed to take a picture of me, standing in the middle of a circle of dogs, the dogs were going to attack me, kill me and rip me apart and he took pictures of it. He took a picture of every single moment from the moment a dog attacked to me, to the moment where I was the only thing standing after they had all attempted to rip me apart. He even caught a picture of the moment when I walked over to him and told him, to show the world, what he saw.” She spoke softly with a sad smile on her face as she revealed part of the source of her fear of dogs to the other. “Pictures educate the world, they rarely lie. They show the world what is truly going on rather than… to keep it in the dark.”
“December 21st, 2011 and May … 30th …. 2015.” The dates were something that Mijoo remembered better than anything but the last date she was going to ay to anyone else that knew would know, exactly what it meant. “And most of all, September 23rd, 1994.” She looked back over to the camera. “Those pictures are explained by those dates. On September 23rd, I was born,” she reaches over and presses the button to go back to the picture that she had first seen with the red and black imagery. “Then December 21st, 2011, Neon manipulation from my first kiss, Yume….” She changed to the bright neon lights that were taken in the photograph. “And then…. May 30th, 2015… the day I killed my best friend to keep her from being captured.” He pressed forward to the picture of the smoke, her eyes sadder than they had ever been. “For months, I had been wondering who had been capturing such pictures of me. I don’t necessarily hide at night, because when the night comes, so does the darkness…I never thought my monstrosity could ever be caught on film ever again.” She sighed softly as she pulled away from the other. “I should have guessed with that alias that it was someone that knew what beauty was when they see it. How are photographs able to make something so …. hated look so beautiful, is such a mystery to me, even as I see myself within this.”
Mijoo closed her eyes, sighing again as relief washed over her, her hands stretching out as her hair changed to a bright neon display, her arms stretching out in front of her, illuminated with the neon just in the picture he had taken, she yawned before relaxing, her hair remaining the same but her neon fading slowly. “It’s called mutations.”
As someone who knew when to speak, and when not to speak, he remained quiet once he had spoken. If she wanted to say something, it was her turn to do so, as he’d already said what he needed to say. At least, he was sure that he did, since the smile that she had upon seeing his photographs had faded upon moving towards the pictures he’d spoken about -- Jaebum was certain that she knew exactly what it was, and maybe it was not the reality that should have been. It might have been extremely wrong of him to capture something that seemed as if it should not be shown to anyone else, and then go ahead and post it.
But, sometimes, he made mistakes that he knew he’d regret. For the sake of feeling as if he was as normal as everyone else? Or, maybe he was just like everyone else, and that’s exactly why he made so many mistakes during his lifetime. This being one of them, and the more she talked, the more he listened. The more that he listened carefully to her words, the more that he understood that he did not just capture some unexplained phenomenon. He had captured one of his best friends performing such a thing that he did not understand.
Sure, Jaebum knew that Mijoo was far more special than the average person. There were things about her that even he could not figure out, but he didn’t know that it went to such an extent. He couldn’t say that he was afraid, because he was far from being so. He was more intrigued, if anything. There were so many unanswered questions. So many things that he wanted to know, so that he could understand things and open his mind to new possibilities that there were things out there that not everyone knew existed. But, for now, he’d wait. He would not bombard her with questions. Instead, he’d gradually ask them over time, if she allowed him to do so.
He still could not help but feel some type of guilt buried deep beneath the surface, even as she went to each picture, and explained. There was something in him, that told him that he should have not kept such precious moments. If that saddened smile that he saw from the corner of his eyes were enough to go by.
“If I’m being honest..as dangerous as it may come off to be, there’s beauty in the world that some people can see and others can not..” He paused and stared down at the pictures on the screen of his camera, his eyes filled with curiosity, and longing to know more about the world around him that he didn’t know. “I think that this is one of those things. Either dangerous and hated, or fascinated and beautiful. I don’t think there’s really an in between when it comes to something such as yourself, or maybe I’m wrong.”
“The biggest question would probably be..how do you feel when you see these photos? I took them without your consent, which I apologize for catching you in such a state..” His last few words were spoken more softly than the others, wanting his emotions to be expressed in a way that they usually were not. The apology was a sincere one.
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