LIKE RECOGNIZES LIKE— isn’t that the saying? she is cracked clay, spilling out liquefied insides with each rise and fall of the sun. oh, the hands that make you are the ones that can break you easiest of all, and claire, she regards herself a self - made creation of destruction. one that has finally shattered beneath the weight of her own ironed grasp. it is something she is still learning the art to being okay with. after all, that mold: it doesn’t fit who she is anymore. she spent day after day trying to contort her body, making it smaller, making it larger, clawing with desperation to understand where it all went wrong until knowing where it went wrong mattered less than knowing where the path to right started.
❝ that there’s - ❞ words are cut off by a panted huff as she propels herself from becoming a target, but she’s all too used to violence’s razor edge these days. ❝ - still a chance to do better. it doesn’t have to be like this. you don’t have to be like this. ❞
SOYONA WASTES NO TIME, dares not to linger on the aftermath of an awful aim, merely glancing at claire's landing before immediately scrambling to the next shelf and digging for more projectiles. there's no time to cry over spilled milk; however, there is time, albeit brief, to cry over the fact that she is coming up short. blood boils with each passing second, one shelf after another— EMPTY. her silent exterior crumbles and an abrupt crunch of a plastic cup sounds, heel coming down like thunder. desperation clings onto the thread of hope that this discussion will be enough for her opponent to make one wrong move to give her an easy win, but even then soyona, at this very moment, acts on impulse. if claire doesn't fight back with projectiles of her own, she will be fine ... UNTIL CLAIRE STOPS TALKING, SHE WILL BE SATISFIED.
❛❛ SINCE WHEN DID YOU CARE? ❜❜ the woman bites. words are cliche, vague, and superficial. be like what? soyona doesn't understand why she is talking to her like she knows her, claire could barely even pin point it. this vengeful behavior? she has every right to be, the parents were the ones who fucked with the plans. she hisses : ❛❛ this 'COMPASSION' of yours ... are you really genuine or are you fueling your ego? ❜❜
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