carmen.
frankly, siwon had never been married to reason. Â
it was the poison of the wishing and hopeful, and while she was no longer either or any of those things, it didnât mean that sheâd grown a taste for truthâs bitter medicine.Â
maybe thatâs why -- shivering and barely armed against a wet night grown iridescent -- she couldnât help but snort as she surveyed the burning carcass of the building sheâd be in a mere half an hour ago. it was all so absurd. from the fact that she couldnât grasp onto the idea that she couldâve not only lost tonightâs money, but her life, or that sheâd lost a shoe on way out or that tonightâs client really thought if he yelled at the right people, he could somehow win against the fire that raged in front of them. Â
she heaved a sigh hitched onto the edge of another glib giggle. in their own way, the flames were beautiful. if she forgot everything else about right now -- the crackling, the yelling, the sirens -- she could hear shchedrinâs habenera. and so she did, closing her eyes and dreaming of a world blanched red, the shape of the flames a twirling carmen dancing across her lids. Â
she could have stayed there forever, had it not been for a tap on her shoulder,
  âexcuse me, miss, but we need you to step back a bit,â
 the impulse to turn happening before she could make note of it, nostalgia ringing from his tones like a bell.